Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 1

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except a pack of cookies I was eating when I wrote this.

Summary: AU Fic. Naomi Campbell was a model turned actress whose name had been dragged along numerous issues and scandals, bringing her career down the drain. With a sudden twist of faith, she stumbles upon Emily Fitch, an aspiring writer with a bubbly personality. Certain things had happened then on, that they found themselves living in the same house, yet, hating each other's guts. Will there be any space for love at all?

A/N: My 2nd AU fic. This fic was based from a series I really loved, but I'm planning on taking it to a different direction than the series. :) Hope you all like this one. First few chaps maybe boring, but I promise it would get better as it goes on. I'll try my best :D

Emily blew out a tired breath as she sprang up to her feet, stretching her back which was badly aching from scrubbing the marbled floor for quite a few hours. She roamed her eyes around, a proud contented smile pulling in her lips as her eyes fell on the gleaming windows and dustless walls of the enormous house, which she had spent almost half of the day cleaning. She burst into a fit of soundless giggles, a feeling of fulfillment settling in her at once, seeing that she had managed to clean the house all by herself, finishing earlier than she had done before, even without the help of her twin sister. A sad sigh then filled in after the giggles, her thoughts falling on her just divorced parents, both her mother and father whom have left Bristol, leaving her and her twin alone in this house. She breathed another sigh in, turning to face the window, her gaze falling on the calm, blue beach outside which somehow brightened her sudden sad thoughts. She was pretty glad that her grandfather built the house near the beach, for at least the view lightens her mood up in some ways, especially when she was being reminded of her loneliness, a result of her twin's abrupt moving in with her boyfriend and her younger brother's migration with her mum. Feeling a tear trickling down on her cheek, she shook her head and blew out her breath, stretching her arms out wide before picking up her cleaning tools as she prepared herself to work.

She was an aspiring writer, who'd been trying so hard to find a publicist who could edit and publish her work. She was currently in the middle of writing her first novel ever and she was in desperate need of somebody to review her work. She remembered asking her twin once, to read what she had written so far and all Katie did was laugh as she read on, which was utterly absurd for her, because what she wrote was supposed to be of action and adventure in content. She ended up getting pissed off at her sister instead, for calling her precious work of art scrap and rubbish. From then on, she had never allowed Katie to have even a little glimpse of her work and she made sure that she'd be writing whenever Katie's not around, because her twin's loud and obnoxious remarks made her lose her concentration as well.

Yet, now being all alone in their ancestral house, she somehow misses the sound of her sister's voice, her loudness, bitchiness and all. She leaned her back against the comfy chair and stared on the window by her side, her thoughts once again falling on her family and how much she missed them. The sound of the door bell interrupted her reverie.

"Emily!"

She hurriedly opened the door, her expectant smile falling into a lopsided frown at the sight of her sister's boyfriend, standing by the door and gleefully greeting her. Ignoring the boy, she turned to her sister and launched herself towards her.

"Katie!" She shouted, pulling her twin into a tight embrace.

"Hey, what about me? I greeted you first yeah?"

"Shut up, Cook." She hissed, not letting go of her twin. "I was just thinking about you." She smiled as she pulled away.

"Missing me already eh?" Katie bantered, giving Emily a soft nudge.

"You wish." Emily answered. "I needed some help with cleaning the house."

"Bitch."

Emily stuck her tongue out, making Katie stick hers out too in return.

"Are you two done?" Cook interrupted. "Can we get in now?"

"Prick." Emily muttered under her breath, ignoring the glare her twin had thrown. She had no intention of hiding her revulsion against Cook, even if he was Katie's boyfriend. Stepping aside, she let the two new comers in and settled on the couch. She sat opposite the couple, waiting for any of them to speak. She watched as Katie elbowed Cook on the rib, both of them exchanging worried and bashful glances with each other.

Rolling her eyes, she decided to break the silence. "If it's money you want, I clearly don't have any."

"Erm, Em-"

"You know that mum and dad are sending us no more. And I only have a few left in my savings. It will only do until I could find some work." She broke Katie off.

"No, no, Emily." It was Cook who caught her attention. "Listen, the company that I work for-"

"You work?" Emily asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, problem?" Cook replied. "Right, we had a promo and your name had been drawn from the coupons."

"Hang on. How the fuck did that happen?" Emily's forehead turned into a crease. "I can't remember joining anything. I didn't even know you had a job."

"It's uhm, it's-"

"I signed up for you." Katie saved.

Emily watched as Cook waved an airplane ticket in front of her, her nose crinkling with annoyance and disgust. "What's that?"

"First class tickets to Paris!" Cook exclaimed.

"Why sign my name Katie? You're the one who wants to fucking go in Paris."

"Uhm, because, I think you need some vacation." Katie stammered, finding the perfect excuse. "Yeah, you definitely need some vacation. You know, after what happened with mum and dad, and all those shit."

"It's gonna be fun Emily, trust me." Cook added.

Emily's eyes turned into a squint as she eyed Cook with a disgusted glare. "You're asking for something just impossible."

"What? Go to Paris?"

"No. Trust you." She hissed, hearing a muffled laugh barely escaping Katie's lips at the sight of Cook's pissed off face.

"Right." He continued, ignoring Emily's remarks. "This ticket is entitled to a first class trip to Paris Emily. Don't just go fucking waste it."

"Is this ticket real?"

"'Course it is." Cook retorted. "Why won't it be?"

"I'm just making sure. I don't trust that stupid grin plastered on your face one bit." Emily spat back. "I could totally imagine that as the devil's grin."

"You're hurting my feelings."

"Oh you have feelings?" The younger twin snorted. "I thought a devil's spawn wasn't meant to have feelings?"

"Emily!" Katie shouted, mediating between them. "Stop it yeah?"

Emily rolled her eyes. "Fine."

"So are you going to take the ticket or not?" Cook grimly asked.

"Come on Em. It's Paris. You don't get chances like this every day." Katie added.

"But I can't leave Katie! Who's going to take care of the house?" Emily replied. "And I still have to finish my novel. I haven't been able to work on it. I'm having writer's block at the moment."

"Which is why this vacation is perfect for you!" Katie answered ecstatically. "It's just for a few days, and don't fucking stress over the house, I've got it covered."

Emily fell into silence as she tried to consider Katie's offer. Surely a few days spent in Paris wouldn't hurt. As much as she hated to admit it, Katie was right. She did need some time off to help her forget about certain things, aside from the fact that a vacation would greatly help with her current writer's block.

She snapped her head up and faced the couple. "I'm not going to pay for anything yeah?"

Katie and Cook exchanged excited glances before turning to Emily. "All expenses paid." They both answered, bringing a warm smile on Emily's lips.

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"This has been the umpteenth time your name has been dragged into scandals."

Naomi rolled her eyes as she slumped on the swivel chair. "It's not my fault that there are two Naomi Campbells in modeling history Thomas." She retorted, a bored look appearing on her face as she eyed her manager.

"You know what I mean Naomi." Thomas replied exasperatedly. "You yourself had been involved in numerous issues."

"Which none of are even true."

"True or not, these issues would still have a huge effect on your career." He said, throwing the newspaper he was holding on top of the table for the blonde model to see. "You're a top model and an actress Naomi, don't even forget that."

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "Are we done?"

"I'm sending you to Paris this week."

"What?" She cried in surprise. "Why?"

"I would need to do some damage control here. And you'll need to go attend some interviews on Paris." Thomas replied, his face serious.

Naomi blew out an aggravated breath. "Fine. Like I even have a choice." She stood up and darted to the door, swinging the conference room doors open.

"Bonkers! Paris this week!"

"It's not even exciting Panda." She replied nonchalantly as she stepped in on her own car, brought by the hotel valet. She waited until her personal assistant, Pandora, had gotten in, before flooring her metallic azure Ferrari California down the road.

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"Em, take care there and have fun yeah?"

Emily pressed her lips in a tight line, nodding towards Katie as she pulled away from her embrace. "Take care of the house. I swear if anything happens to it, you're not gonna like it."

"I promise." Katie answered, raising her right hand to prove her point, before pulling the younger twin for another tight hug.

"What's with you today? You're suddenly so sweet." Emily bantered. "You look like you're up to something bad and you don't want me to find out about it."

Katie could feel her face turning pale, the colors escaping her cheeks. "What makes you think that?" She muttered. "Of course I'm not onto something."

"I'm kidding." Emily snorted. "Relax yeah?"

"Just check in already!" Katie glowered.

"Alright, alright. Keep your knickers on."

"Have fun Emily." Cook spoke, stretching his hands wide, ready to envelope the younger twin into a hug.

The sight of him made Emily cringe with revulsion. "Uhm, right thanks." She muttered. "There'll be no need for hugs." She added, feigning a smile. Cook's grin turned into a lopsided frown as he brought his hands to his head instead.

With one last exchange of goodbyes, Emily dragged her suitcase along and checked in, boarding the plane after a few minutes of waiting at the terminal. As she set foot on the first class plane, her eyes grew wide with amusement and surprise at the elegance of it, the white upholstery covering the seats glistening in her eyes. She burst into a fit of giggles as she was ushered into her own seat, marveling at the spaciousness of each of them. She squirmed in her seat, giggling at the comfy feeling the seat was offering, and slumped down right after she felt that she had had enough of her crazy chuckling. She took one deep breath, savoring the feeling of being in a first class plane, a wide smile shaping in her lips. Her eyes fell on the magazine pouch in front of her and reached for the brand new newspaper, reading the headlines that were screaming in bold letters.

Naomi Campbell Strikes Again.

She read the title out loud, bringing the newspaper down as soon as she felt somebody occupying the seat next to her, her mouth hanging wide open upon realizing who the occupant was.

"Y-you're Naomi Campbell right?" She stuttered, pointing at the newspaper she was holding, her voice huskier than ever because of surprise and disbelief.

The blonde model turned her head around at the sound of her name, rolling her eyes and offering Emily a feigned smile.

"You're her! You're her!" Emily cried out, bursting into another fit of giggles. "Can I take your picture?"

Naomi blew out an annoyed breath, eyeing the red head with an uninterested look. She snorted at the sight of the red head's eager face, her cute and tiny nose crinkling with excitement. She rolled her eyes and stared at the other girl, who didn't look like she was taking the hint she was dropping. She watched as the red head rummaged into her bag, looking for her camera. This was going to be a long flight.