Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 6

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate that fact. Seriously.

Summary: The truth hurts.

A/N: Don't know about this chap, but hope you'll like it :D ^^

It might have been more than a few minutes since Naomi left, but Emily remained rooted on her seat, waiting for her sobs to altogether subside. She took several deep breaths between her sniffs, attempting to calm herself down. There was a spark of hope instigating inside her, brought about by Naomi's words, glowing even brighter as she repeated the same exact words in her head. Feeling a sudden surge of strength within her, one that wasn't coming from the rest she just had, she stood up and fixed the couch, picking up the tray and the basin as she headed to the kitchen. She placed them on top of the counter and reached for the apron that she spotted, hooking it over her head and around her waist. She could feel the sudden burning desire to please Naomi, as if it was the key for her to be able to stay in this house. Grabbing the broom and the polisher from the closet, she started to clean around. She was so used to cleaning the entire house that it was almost too easy for her. She was pretty sure that she'd finish in no time, especially now that she had the proper tools to make her work easier. She proceeded on polishing the floor, up to the point that it was actually passable to be a mirror. She worked on the windows next, leaving them spotless before shifting her attention to the spiral stairs, dusting them off as well. She smiled as soon as she was finished, fully satisfied that she had done what Naomi exactly wanted to happen.

Gleaming, brilliantly gleaming.

Next in line was the upper floor, Naomi's room to be exact. She gently pushed the door open and flicked on the lights, marveling on the luxurious transformation of what used to be her parents' room. She slowly stepped inside, deliberating each step as her eyes wandered around, eventually stopping at the life sized poster of Naomi stuck on the wall, stylishly enclosed in some kind of glass casing and illuminated by perfectly combined artificial lights. She couldn't help but admire the poster. Naomi sat sideways on a motorcycle while wearing a fit black rider's jacket, her legs crossed. She wore a black V-necked dress with white lining in it, its length up above her knees. Her two hands clutched both hems of the jacket, her hair sprawled all over her head in the most attractive way possible. She had this fierce look on her face, fierce yet enchanting. The poster looked so real that Emily had stared at it definitely longer than she was planning too. There was something in the poster that was holding her gaze, stopping her from looking away. Soon, she realized it was Naomi's expressive azure eyes, eyes that conveyed a thousand emotions in one single pose. Just one pose and she captured it all. Emily thought it was just exceptional, amazing in fact, how Naomi's eyes expressed everything. She found herself liking them actually, as much as she hated admitting it. With one last mesmerized stare and impressed smile, she tore her gaze away and moved to what she was really supposed to be doing, cleaning.

Luckily, Emily only took almost two hours to finish cleaning the whole house, giving herself enough time to prepare dinner just before Naomi would arrive. Emily settled for some steak and potatoes. She also made some soup in case Naomi would want one. She set the dining table up, placing a plate, a glass and a pair of spoon and fork on the blonde's side of the table. In the middle, she placed the platter of steak and the baked potatoes beside it. Seeing that everything was all set, she sat down on the comfy chair opposite Naomi's and waited for the blonde to arrive, fidgeting with her fingers to somehow ease the nervousness she was feeling. It didn't take a while before Emily could hear the sound of Naomi's car. She could feel her breath shortening, hearing Naomi's footsteps echoing around the hall, the sound growing louder as she drew near.

"Hey." She shyly greeted, meeting Naomi's eyes. The blonde's lips pressed in a tight line, answering Emily's welcome with a half nod. "Dinner's ready." Emily continued as she watched Naomi quietly settling on the chair.

Naomi's gaze flickered from her plate to Emily's empty side of the table. "Had dinner already?"

Emily softly shook her head. "I-I'm not hungry."

"Don't be silly." Naomi snorted. "Grab a plate and eat dinner with me."

The red head slowly stood up and provided herself her own plate, taking place opposite Naomi's chair. She waited for the blonde to be the first to dig in before she scooped some food for her. Dinner passed without any exchange of words at all. Just the clattering of plates and silverwares, Emily's food barely touched because of the nauseating feeling settling on her stomach. She could feel her heart hammering out loud, too loud that she thought Naomi could almost hear it.

"When are you gonna pay me?"

Emily's head snapped up, gnawing on her bottom lip. "I'm not forgetting it, don't worry." She answered.

Naomi's brow shot up. "And you want the house back?"

Emily softly nodded her head. "I'll pay you the same amount you have spent."

"But you have no money." The blonde snorted. "Besides, it'll take years to buy this house back."

"I know. But this house is just important to me."

"Jesus!" Naomi blurted out. "I bloody know okay? I've heard that before."

"I'll pay you back, I swear." Emily replied, her voice low.

"Tell you what." Naomi replied. "I'll let you stay here."

Emily's eyes were suddenly filled with glint, a hopeful smile shaping in her lips. "Really?"

"But you have to work for it." Naomi paused, a sly smirk shaping in her lips. "With your body."

The red head's eyes grew wide with shock, her hands unconsciously wrapping around her, crossing over her chest, like she was hiding from Naomi's prying eyes. "M-my body?" She stuttered.

Naomi broke into an amused laugh, seeing the stupid look on Emily's face. "You wish." She spoke between her laughter. "But that's not what I'm talking about.

Emily quickly brought her hands down, slightly slamming them on the table. She could feel her cheeks burning hot. "What then?" She asked, her head bent down to hide the blush.

"It's pretty simple really." Naomi replied. "I just need you to clean the house, that's all."

"Just that?"

Naomi gave a half nod. "I also need you to prepare breakfast at exactly seven in the morning. Steamed fish."

A look of disbelief appeared on Emily's face. "But that means I have to wake up at six." She protested. "I don't wake up that early."

The blonde threw Emily a 'so what?' look. "That's your bloody problem, not mine."

Emily took a deep breath before offering Naomi a smile. "Anything else?" They surely were getting on each other's nerves.

"I want the house cleaned every day. I'm totally allergic to dust so you better make sure everything's dusted off." Naomi added. "Got it or do I have to repeat myself?" She smirked, sarcastic.

"Of course, I got it." Emily replied. "Would you also like me to address you as Queen? Or your Majesty perhaps?"

"As much as I'd like that,-" Naomi's sarcastic smile suddenly turned into a cattish expression, her brow arching high. "I'd rather you shut up." The words rolled out from her tongue acerbically. She slipped out of her seat, leaving an annoyed Emily on the dining table.

As soon as Naomi had her back turned from the red head, Emily poked her tongue out, her tiny nose crinkling from the action. To her surprise, Naomi peered over her shoulder all of a sudden, making her quickly avert her gaze towards the ceiling, biting her bottom lip as she prayed that she wasn't caught.

"I saw that." Naomi called out. "Mature Emily, very mature." Her lips quivered, unimpressed. "The dishes won't wash themselves." She bellowed as she made her way upstairs.

Emily was left on the dining table, finding herself fuming at Naomi's remarks for the first time. Suddenly, she wasn't sure if she could handle living in the same house with the blonde.

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"That looks nice on you."

Naomi's eyes lit up as her gaze fell on Effy. "You think so?"

"Definitely." Effy replied, smoothing the coat out. "Where will you wear it?"

"Premiere party." The blonde smiled. "You're going right?"

The corner of Effy's lips curled up, pulling into her classy smirk.

"What?" Naomi asked, her brow arching up. "You're not?"

"I am." The brunette whispered, unable to hide the glint mirrored in her eyes. Funny, it made Naomi's insides melt and twist, with something comparable to unexplainable jealousy, at the same time. "Freddie asked me to go with him."

Naomi pressed her lips in a tight line. She knew it. She just fucking knew it. "Oh." She averted her gaze, her eyes falling on everything except from the brunette standing before her. "Right. That's well nice of him."

"Are you alright?" Effy asked, not missing the blonde's sudden change of mood. "You didn't like the coat?"

"No, no. It's nice." Naomi managed to force herself to smile. "I'm just tired."

"Let's hurry with this then, so you can rest."

Naomi watched as Effy pulled out more hanged coats from the rack. She felt this sudden need to ask what she had been always wanting to. "Ef." She called out.

"Yeah?" Effy answered, eyes still on the rack.

"Do you like Freddie?"

Effy froze for a moment. She inclined her head upwards, taking a deep breath. "I like him. I mean he's our friend right?"

"But do you like him? Really like him?"

Effy turned around, facing Naomi, and slowly nodded her head.

Naomi took a sharp intake of breath. She was half expecting it, yet, it still brought her as much pain as it already had. "But you know he doesn't like you right?"

"How could you say that?" Effy scowled. "How can you be so sure?"

"Fuck's sake Effy!" Naomi blurted out. "He told us before! He met the girl he likes in Paris!"

"He never told us that he likes her." The brunette replied coldly.

"Jesus! You can't even get the hint?" Naomi's hand flew to her nose, pinching the bridge. "Or are you just being blind?"

"What the fuck are you on about Naomi?"

"You keep throwing yourself to him like some slag who needs a good fuck!" The blonde harshly replied, the words rolling out of her mouth before even realizing the meaning and the gravity of it.

Effy furiously marched towards Naomi, her hand instantaneously flying to the blonde's face, Naomi's head hurled to the side from the force of Effy's hand. Silence fell, tension filling the atmosphere.

"Truth hurts ain't it Ef?" Naomi hissed, gently stroking her reddening cheek.

"I don't know what your fucking problem is." The brunette answered coldly, her jaw clenched tight. "I don't even know what you're so angry about."

Naomi shrugged off of the coat Effy had asked her to try on, throwing it on one of the couches on Effy's shop. Without looking back, she stormed out of the shop and straight to her car, leaving the brunette baffled and fuming.

For the first time ever, she had sought the comfort offered by her house.