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Chapter Eight

My head feels like fireworks are exploding over and over again. My body aches all over, head to toe. I open my eyes and sit up straight. I peer round, this isn't my apartment. I don't have environmental posters on my walls, I have posters from nuts and zoo magazines. I look down at the blanket, do I even own a blanket? Why aren't I in my warm and comfy bed?

"Emily" I turn my head and see Naomi sitting in the armchair opposite me holding a glass of water and some nurofen.

I blink a few times and rub my head "Naomi?" I ask still in a daze.

"I thought you might need these" she passes me the water and tablets to me slightly hesitant. I watch her as she looks like she's expecting me to do something.

"I'm not going to bite you Naoms, if that's what you are worried about" I place one of the pills in my mouth and down half the water.

Naomi nods, she tucks her legs under herself. I scan her, she's thrown a long top with a pig on it over herself. I chuckle slightly at it.

"I know, I just don't know how your feeling" she says. I laugh and take the next tablet and finish of the water. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

"How about you ask?" I smile at her and place the glass on the floor. She smiles back, god she's even more beautiful when she smiles. I shake the thought away and turn my attention back to her.

"Okay. How are you?" she asks still hesitant.

I chuckle "Groggy. Massive headache, my body feels like a min construction site and my eyes sting. But apart from that, I'd say I was okay. What did I do last night?"

Naomi frowns. She looks so adorable... no stop thinking like that Emily "You don't remember?"

I shake my head. What happened? I remember the shag but after that it's a blur

"It was really...weird. You arrived at mine drunk. You tried to tell me about how rude my neighbour-"

"Oh yeah! He was rude" I smile that I could at least remebr one thing.

Noami smiles weakly "You were a bit entertaining. But I was worried about you"

I tilt my head to the side "Why?" Did I do something to make her worried? I couldn't have. I never show people my weak side, it's one of the reasons why I don't go into relationships.

Naomi hesitates again, she stands up and sits down next to me on the settee "We came upstairs, well you stumbled- that doesn't matter- anyway, you wanted to get a drink but I pushed you back down, then-" she takes my hand and her mouth open closes a few times "then your entire demenior changed. You went form drunken slob to panicked mess. You kicked about, you wouldn;t stop shouting 'get off me' 'get him off me'"

I frown; memories of last night fill my head. Being outside, Naomi's hardened nipples (ha ha, she was happy to see me) being inside the house, seeing his face, her face, kicking, screaming and crying. I shook my head, I couldn't have. Naomi couldn't have seen my weak side. No no no, she isn't meant to see it, no one is meant to see it.

"I held you, trying to calm you down. Eventually you stopped screaming. You looked at me then burst out crying. You cried for three hours until you eventually fell asleep"

My mouth fell open. Three hours! My walls came crumbling down for three hours and the one person I definitely did not want to show my weak side, held me and comforted me while I cried. I look at Naomi, her eyes are filled with sympathy. I jerk my hand away from hers and stand up.

"I need to go" I say looking around. Naomi stands up and splaces her hand on my arm.

"I don't think-"

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T DO!" I shout, Naomi takes her hand of me and takes a step back. I don't like it, I want her to be near me, I feel safer when she is.

"I need a drink" I look around and walk towards a cabinet. I search through and grunt when I can't find anything.

"Emily-"

"Naomi. Shut the fuck up and get me some fucking vodka" I say between clenched teeth, trying not to yell at her again. She nods and walks over to her fridge and pulls out the vodka, she goes to get shot glasses but I stop her.

"Just give me the bottle" I order, she hands it over to me and watches as I chug down half of what is left. The liquid burns the back of my throat and settles in my stomach, making me feel more relaxed. I sit back down on the settee and continue taking swigs from the bottle. I watch as Naomi takes out her phone and dials a number. The alcohol is definitely in my blood stream by now.

"Is Naomikins of to call some of her playground friends?" I burp and giggle hysterically. Naomi shakes her head and placed her phone to her ear.

"Hey it's me...Listen I have Emily here...She came over last night...no not like that you dirty pig, she was drunk out of her fucking mind... she's currently drinking herself to death now... it's got something to do with what happened last night...I'm not entirely sure myself, maybe she'll tell you...yeah come over now, she needs your help" she hangs up the phone and turns to me. I smile lopsidedly at her.

"Are we having a party. I've always enjoyed a party" I look down and notice I'm in my underwear "Fucking hell! I don't even remember taking my clothes off" Naomi blushes and looks down. My drunken brain pieces it together and I laugh "You really don't waste time in getting clothes of do you Naoms? What do you say? Want to have some top quality muff munching?" I wiggle my eyebrows at her. She shakes her head and walks into her room and closes the door.

"I don't care how drunk I am, I've still got it" I say to no one before finishing of the bottle.

"Where is she?" Cooks voice sounds through the apartment; I look up and see Cook walking towards me, worry evident on his face. I smile and spread my arms out beside me.

"My favourite Cookie Monster is here! Come in, join the house of fun!" I laugh hysterically. Naomi stands behind him, worry also on her face. Cook shakes his head and walks over to me.

"Come on Emily, let me take you home" I put my hand up to stop him and shake my head.

"No no no. I can get home by myself thank you very much" I stand up and sway slightly. I take a step forward, I fall into Cooks arms. He holds onto me tightly and sighs.

"No Emily, you're drunk, there is no way I'm letting you go home by yourself" I move out of his grasp.

"You can't make me" Cook shakes his head, bends down grabs my legs and stands up. I hand over his shoulder.

"Cook stop. Put me down" I whine slurring my words. He shakes his head and walks towards the door.

"No can do Emily" I look up at Naomi and wave.

"Thanks for the vodka Naomi". Cook stops and turns on his heel to look at Naomi. I can't see her expression as I'm facing the hallway.

"You did the right thing to call me. God knows what she would've done if you didn't" I hear Cook say.

"I didin't know what else to do. How can I repay you Cook?" I hear Naomi say.

"We could always willy waggle" I don't have to see his face to know he's wiggling his eyebrows.

"Cook. Can we go home now? I want to see tiggles" I whine. Cook laughs and turns round. I look up at Naomi and smile drunkenly. I wink at her as Cook walks down the hallway and into the elevator.

Cook places me down on my bed and stares at me. I shift uncomfortably for a moment "What is it James?" I ask. Cook looks stunned for a minute. I only ever use his first name if I'm angry, sad or hurt.

He sits down next to me and places his hand on mine and squeezes it "Did you..." he trails off knowing that he doesn't need to elaborate. I nod and run my hand through my tattered hair. The alcohol drained out of my system as I thought about the images.

"Yeah. I saw him again. I freaked out Cook, I freaked out big time. Then I fucking cried into the arms of the girl I'm trying to bed! How pathetic must I have looked" I hide my face in my hand from embarrassment. I hear Cook shift and feel his arms wrap round me, holding me tightly to his chest.

"She didn't think you were pathetic. She was worried about you Emilio. Naomikins is a fucking top lass." He kisses the top of my head.

I do love Cook. I really fucking love him. He's always been there for me as I have for him. We've been through thick and thin together. He helped me deal with the incident; I helped him heal his broken heart over Effy and his parents disowning him. For the first few months of me coming out, he helped me deal with the shit that got thrown at me, he helped me get away from the one night stands that were too clingy. He was my wingman and not just in picking up a shag. He was my wingman in my life, picking the right paths for me to take, helping me pick the right paths. He's my own Jiminy Cricket, my conscience in human form.

"Why did you go to Naomi's any way? Why not come here?" Cook asks. I move out of his embrace and stare at him for a while. I don't know why. Why did I go to Naomi's? There really is no reason why I did.

"I don't know" Cook studies my face for a while before slapping his hands down on his thigh and standing up.

"Righty-ho. Time for work Emilio, Eff won't be happy if you don't turn up again" Cook smiles at me before walking into his room.

Fuck, work.

"You've been drinking" I look up from my desk and see Effy leaning against my doorframe smirking at me.

"How did you-" Effy raises her hand up to stop me

"Cook told me everything" I nod and look back at my laptop, finishing of the details on the drawing of one of our products. Effy walks over, her slender hand grabs the top of the laptop ad pushes it down until it is closed. I look up at her raising my eyebrow. She raises hers back, encouraging me to speak. I sigh and lean back in my chair.

"I don't know why I went to Naomi's. It might do with the fact I fucked some girl behind a club and felt guilty about it... I dunno" I shrug and suddenly find my nails very interesting. Effy sits on my desk and watches me for a moment.

"You felt guilty?" she asks. I look up at her and frown.

"Yeah" I'm confused as to why she needed to know. Effy studies me again before standing up off the desk and walking to my door. She places her hand on the door knob and turns to me, a sad smile on her face.

"You might need to re-think the bet Emily" she says before walking out and closing the door. What the fuck was she on about? I don't need to rethink this bet, what needs re-thinking? I fuck Naomi and get my 100 quid of Cook. Simple. But why did it not seem so simple? Why did I have to feel so many emotions bubble inside of me every time I laid eyes on her? Why was I reduced to a thirteen year old in the closet Emily? Not the cool and confident Emily I have grown to be? I shake my head in annoyance. Why is it so complicated?

"Come on you fucking fucker!" I hit the copying machine angrily. Fucking machine won't copy a few sheets for me.

"Fucking piece of crap" I mumble.

"You do know that speaking to yourself is the first sign of madness" I spin round and see Naomi leaning lazily on the door frame. I smirk at her

"Good thing I wasn't speaking to myself then" LAME LAME LAME couldn't you have thought of a better line than that Emily? Naomi chuckles and steps further into the room. The air of confidence surrounds her, and I have to say, I'm a little bit turned on by her. I take in the site of her. Her white blouse is tucked into her high waited pencil skirt, her hair is tied back with a few strands hanging loosely at the side of her face and her legs look even longer in her black heels. My mouth goes dry as I scan her legs.

"My eyes are up here" she teases. I look up at her and smile sheepishly. Fuck me, she's confident today. She takes a step towards me. She smiles at me and looks at me up and down, quite obviously checking me out. I couldn't be bothered to be smart today and threw on a red and white checked shirt, a white singlet under it, black skinny jeans and red converses. The copying machine makes a loud sound, startling me. I turn round and see the copies sitting in the out tray. I take them out, neaten them up then turn round. I jump at how close Naomi is now. He body a few centimetres away from mine. Her sparkling azure eyes bore into mine, I barely have time to take in her close proximity before she presses her lips to mine. I gasp at the contact but then soon start kissing her back. She sucks and nibbles on my bottom lip before pulling back resting her forehead against mine.

"I've caught you"

Yes you have Naomi, yes you have. I wonder if we'll see more of the confident Naomi in the future. Who knows?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'm sorry for the lateness but I've been distracted by other amazing fan fics such as:

Lost inside a pattern

Reversal of roles

The life I could've lived

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