A/N: Okay, I would just like to start off by saying: Thanks for the reviews to those who reviewed the last chapter :D They all made me smile.

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The sound of the engine cuts off as we arrive. I stare up at the building and nibble on my bottom lip nervously. What will she say after four months? What will she do when she sees me on the doorstep? I crack my knuckles nervously and run my hand through my hair. I need to re-dye it, the red's starting to fade.

I turn to Cook, he's watching me, looking for any signs showing I'm about to bolt. It's like he's a prison warden, watching to see if I'll try to break out. It's frustrating really. Cook nagged me for the whole of the weekend for me to come back to London with him on Monday to which I agreed, during that time, he seemed to keep a watchful eye over me, whenever he went to take money put, or grab some drinks, he'd be glancing over to where I was all the time. I hate it, it's like he doesn't believe that I'll stay.

We went out for a big lunch earlier today with the band, Jen and the others are going to arrive tomorrow, they had more than just one bag filled with crap to pack.

I sigh in frustration "Will you stop fucking looking at me like that?"

Cook's eyebrows furrow together "Like what?" his gaze shifts from me to my hand on the door nervously. I move my hand away and hit the dashboard.

"Like that! Like I'm about to runaway again! It's fucking annoying, I'm not a dog that you need to keep an eye on so they don't run off after a pigeon or something!" I open up the door and climb out angrily slamming the door. Cook quickly follows, his posture changing into a half standing half getting ready for a race pose. I roll my eyes and walk round the car, his body jerks like he'll take off after me.

I growl in anger "JAMES! FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP IT!" I scream.

His shoulders slump, his lips turning down on one side "Stop what?"

I grab my head in frustration "I'm not going to fucking run okay? I'm here and I'm staying now, so stop behaving like I'm a criminal you've caught and can run at any second!"

Cook's eyes light up in realisation, he frowns slightly before walking towards me and wrapping his arms around my body "I'm sorry Emilio, I didn't realise I was doing it. I'm just scared you'll leave me again. I missed you when you left, I don't want to lose you again" he kisses the top of my head before stepping back and smiling, nodding towards the flat "ready?"

I sigh "Time to fucking get it over with" I walk towards the flat, Cook behind me. I stop and wait for him to press the intercom button.

"Hello?"

"It's Cook, lemmie in"

A sigh sounds through the speaker "Fine" the door buzzes, I pull it open and walk through, Cook walking into step next to me. I stuff my hands into my pockets as we make our journey up the stairs and through the maze of corridors.

I stop when we reach the door and take a deep breath. I turn to Cook who gives me an encouraging smile.

"Go on" he whispers. I nod and bring my shaking hand up to the door. I rap my fist against it and wait. Butterflies flutter around my stomach, hitting repeatedly against the walls as the desperately try to escape.

I hear footsteps come closer to the door, I close my eyes, taking a deep breath through my nose.

My eyes fly open as the latch sound on the door, I watch as the door slowly opens, her pajama covered body becoming revealed. Her eyes widen and she throws the door open, making it hit against the wall. She stares at me, her icy blue eyes filling with rage, happiness and relief all at once.

She takes a step forward, her arms raise, I copy, going to step into them.

SMACK! I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek, I raise my hand an touch it hesitantly, watching her. Her eyes fill with tears.

"Don't you ever fucking run away like that again" she says before stepping forward and enveloping me in a hug. I hold on tightly, breathing in her scent of Lavender and smoke.

"Hi Effy" I whisper. Effy steps out of my grasp, tears falling down her cheeks.

"I was so fucking worried about you Emily!" She says, her hands gripping onto my jacket "Never, ever leave again" she shakes my jacket before letting go and stepping back, she smiles and moves to the side. "Come in" I smile at her and step through, Cook following me.

Effy looks me up and down, a questioning look on her face. She shakes it off before plopping down in a chair, reaching for a cigarette and delicately placing it in her mouth. Her eyes dart between Cook and I, her eyebrow rising.

"Well, sit down" she says before lighting the fag in her mouth. I sit down on the chair and tap my leg nervously. Cook follows and reaches forward to grab the packet of cigarette; Effy grabs them first and moves them away, her eyebrow rising again.

"Come on Eff, gimmie a fag" he complains.

Effy turns to me and holds out the packet "Ems?" I smirk at Cook before reaching forward and picking one out, lighting it up and taking a long, well needed drag.

"Eff" Cook moans. Effy winks at me, taking her fag out of her mouth, she balances it on the ash tray and turns to Cook.

"What do you say?" She asks, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"No fucking way! I am not doing that again!" Cook says, reaching for the packet in Effy's hand. She moves back swiftly, her smirk deepening. Cook sighs in frustration and goes to grab them again, lunging across the table but Effy's to quick. She's kicks her leg up, placing her bare foot against his chest stopping him from getting closer. Her eyebrow quirks up, silently demanding he recites the speech.

I stifle a laugh as Cook looks at the fags longingly, his bottom lip quivering. He turns on the puppy eyes looking at Effy. Effy just chuckles and shakes her head.

"Not going to work Cookie"

Cook sighs "Effy is the most amazing woman in the world. She is strong and independent and I can never become as great as she is for I am a twat who tries to gain whores with the crayola pencil I call a dick. I will always wish to be a strong independent woman such as Effy as I envy her epicness...There I did it" He goes to reach for the fags, but Effy moves them away "Give me" he reaches again but she just moves away again "The fucking" he almost grabs them but Effy quickly stands, causing Cook to fall on his face.

I can't contain my laughter anymore and end up bellowing out a huge laugh. I laugh so hard tears come to my eyes as Cook stays face down on the floor. I hear him mumble something along the lines of 'Manipulating Bitch' causing me to laugh even harder. I clutch onto my stomach as he jumps up and tries to grab them off her again but Effy swiftly steps to the side and trips him up.

I wipe at the tears forming in my eyes and try to calm my laughter "I think you've put the poor boy through enough Effy, give him a fag" I stub out my own discarded fag and lean back in the chair, kicking my feet up on to the table.

Cook stands up and brushes himself off, Effy chucks the box at him before slipping back into her chair and continuing to smoke her ciggy as if nothing happened. Cook grumbles and takes out his own, throwing the packet onto the table and sitting down, his shoulders slumping.

I push his shoulder smiling at him "Oh come on Cookie, don't be upset that Effy beat you up..again"

Cook just scowls at me at lights his fag, breathing the smoke out of his nose.

"So Cookie, how'd the meeting go? Effy asks

Cook smiles "Fucking ace. Chris is bliming amazing. Did you know he was friends with Tony?" Effy nods, her eyes flicker to me then back to Cook "So we met at this club right. We're speaking then a band comes on. Chris told me about them, how their lead singer was a small redhead. Guess who that was" he asks, a shit eating grin on his face.

Effy rolls her eyes "Let me guess, Katie?"

Cook furrows his eyebrows "What? No, Emily Eff! Katie was here!" I chuckle at Cooks stupidity

Effy smiles "I know"

I raise an eyebrow "How?" Effy's phone buzzes on the counter, she gets up and grabs it. She bites her bottom lip before her eyes flicker to me then Cook. I watch as they silently converse, Cook then looks at me then back to Effy. He nods at her, Effy raises a surprised eyebrow but send off a text anyway before sitting back down at the table.

"Chris called me saying he'll sign the deal with us. He told me about Cook and what a great lad he was and how he reacted when he saw you. Once Chris described you to me, I knew. I'm surprised he was able to get you to move back though. I honestly thought it'd take me, Katie, Cook and Panda to convince you to come back."

"Thanks for the faith Eff" Cook says as he stubs out his cigarette. "So we got the deal then?" he asks. What deal?

Effy nods, she looks to me and leans forward, her elbows resting on the table. "Chris is the owner of Hamleys. Cook here was meant to try and get Chris to invest into your new product plus a few others we've been working on whilst you were away. But, Cook got distracted it seems, but that didn't faze Chris, he took a real liking to Cook and they didn't even have to discuss the deal. Chris told me as soon as Cook spoke; he knew the deal was as good as signed. He called to confirm it" A knock sounds at the door, Effy nods at Cook who gets up and walks off to answer the door.

"Wait, my product? The bike?" I ask

Effy nods smirking "Yup. It was a good idea Emily, the best we've had over these past few months. The guy Freddie hired to replace you was useless, Cook basically took over, but they still didn't have your enthusiasm Emily"

I nod, Effy's eye flicker to the hallway where Cooks distinctive voice was flowing from.

"Effy, could I have my job back? I understand if you wish for me to work somewhere else-" Effy's hand silences me.

"Emily, that job is always yours. When you left, the job went with you okay? You are born for this job, you're a natural leader, your creative, fun, happy and know how kids think. I'd be stupid not to offer your old job back to you"

"So I can have it back?"

Effy nods, her eyes look behind me again as footsteps approach "The whole department was useless without you Emily, the kid we hired this next to nothing most of the time. He just kept on flirting with all his co-workers"

My eyebrow raises "I do that"

Effy smirks "When you do it Emily, it leads somewhere, when he does it, he just gets a slap in the face"

Effy's smirk falls as she looks behind me, I frown and turn to look at the newcomer. I spot Cook and smile at him. I notice his hand is clasped onto another, my eyes move up the arm, over the chest, up the delicious neck before settling on her face.

Her icy blue eyes stare back at me, anger and anguish swimming upon them. Her mouth is set in a tight line. I watch as they slowly part, her tone ice cold, slicing through my heart, leaving icicles dangling off it.

"Hello Emily"

I swallow thickly, my throat becoming drier than the Sahara desert.

"Naomi"

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