Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 25

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Swear words.

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

Summary: "For the record, she never meant what she said last night, about Emily meaning nothing to her. But she won't admit it out loud, she didn't know why, she just wouldn't. Enough said."

A/N: The next chapter, finally! XD Sorry for the delay. Apparently, laptop problems + writer's block are life ruiners. I hope you enjoy this one though. I don't know if it's worth the wait.

"You can't hurt her anymore Naomi."

The blonde scoffed out scornfully, much to Freddie's surprise. "And you're a fucking knight in shining armor now?" She spat vehemently, the cordless phone pressed firmly on her ear.

"I'm not trying to play anything." He drawled out, stressing out the seriousness of his claim. "If you can't take care of her, let her go."

Let her go.

The words rang loudly in her ears, its echoes causing her to fall into complete silence for a few beats, her heavy breathing being the only sound that could be heard. She could feel her jaw clenching tight, her free hand balling into fist as she struggled to find her voice, to come up with some harsh retort she could throw back at him. Yet, it would seem that her mind only bore three words in it, three fucking words constantly spinning around and meddling with her already hazy thoughts.

Taking this as a sign of the other's impuissance, Freddie decided to push his claim. "I can't let you fuck her up over and over Naomi. She deserves better than that."

"How fucking sure are you that she's gonna be happy with you?" She retorted, finally being able to speak, her face grimacing with disbelief and annoyance.

"Simple." Freddie replied, sounding all smug. "I'm not going to treat her the way you did."

"Fuck you." She muttered at once, hard but almost inaudible. "You don't know anything."

"I'm serious about it Naomi. I just need a chance to prove it. "

The line went dead.

A few moments of silence and shallow huffs before the cordless phone came soaring across the living room, the poor device breaking into bits and pieces as it landed with a loud thud on the foot of the staircase.

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She slumped back down wearily on the couch, her hands covering her already contorted face, her exasperated huffs noisily escaping through the spaces between her fingers. She shifted along her seat, so that her head was laid on the couch rest, her fingertips massaging her forehead and sliding them down to pinch the bridge of her nose and back up. "Fucking wanker." She murmured with a hint of utter irritation and subtle resentment. "Who does he think he is?" She could feel her anger rising up above her head as the recent conversation played over and over, Freddie's words resonating loud in her ears. "Fucking conceited cunt." She pressed her fingers against her forehead firmer, applying more pressure, her fingertips almost turning red as she felt another head splitting migraine coming up. She grumbled deeper and let out loud irritated groans, eventually giving up after a few moments as she decided that a cold drink would help cool her head. She marched towards the kitchen, picking up the broken phone first to throw to the bin, and went straight to the fridge, grabbing a can of soda before going out to the garden. She jerked the can open and took a long swig as she sat on the wooden chair swing, the opened pack of Twiglets and the can of root beer Emily had brought out the previous night still there, lying on the exact same place where the red head left them. She gathered them and shoved them down the bin, her eyes then falling on Emily's flower garden, the lilies to be exact. Walking towards it, she stopped a few inches away and stooped down, reaching out to stroke one flower absentmindedly, an incognizant small smile falling on her lips as she remembered their name.

"Nai-nai." She couldn't help but murmur. It was a nice name, really, though it sounded different when she said it. She liked it much better if it's Emily who was saying it, her deep and husky voice making it sound sweet and inviting at the same time, like there's something unique with the way she lets the name roll out of her tongue.

Somehow she wondered if it would sound as nice as it did if Effy said it, albeit not hoping that it would, not at all.

She sat there crouching for countless minutes, the now lukewarm can of soda on one hand, the other continuously tracing the contours of the lily she spotted with her fingers. She knew it was kind of a stupid thing to do because she never really liked flowers in the first place, but it was the only thing that was keeping her sane at the moment, what with Freddie's fucking claim and the utter silence of the house driving her just mad. She tipped her head up and heaved a weary sigh, her eyes shutting tight as she let herself soak under the warm rays of the sun. She's got too many things going on in her mind that somehow she wished the sun would just fry her brains and leave it dry, because she's grown pretty tired of thinking, of figuring things out. She's tired of reading Effy's confusing signals, fed up of Freddie's meddling and shit, but most of all, she was just sick of herself constantly fucking and messing things up, and that included breaking Emily's heart.

For the record, she never meant what she said last night, about Emily meaning nothing to her. But she won't admit it out loud, she didn't know why, she just wouldn't. Enough said.

The sound of a car engine dying down along with the creaking of the front door pulled her out of her chain of thoughts, and she sprang up to her feet at once, heading inside the house to check things up.

She just wished she didn't though, wished that she should have just stayed outside, at the comfort of Emily's garden, under the warm sun.

Her face hardened instantaneously at the sight of the new comers, her eyes narrowing and her breath hitching as her eyes flickered between them. Her gaze met Freddie's not long after, shooting him a heated glare as she recalled their conversation over the phone.

"'I'll just go get my things." Emily muttered after a short moment of uncomfortable silence, her words mostly directed to Freddie, breaking the sudden but unnoticeable tension between the blonde and the lad.

"Yeah, sure." He answered with a strained smile. "I'll wait here."

Naomi turned her head but didn't look at Emily as she blew a noisy breath, which she purposely made to sound like an uninterested sigh, and marched towards the living room without a word in response to the red head. She walked passed them with her head held high, as if she saw nothing, dropping herself lazily on the couch as she turned the tv on, pretending to watch though she was eyeing the two at the corner of her eyes. She was well aware of Freddie's stares but kept a straight face, like she didn't fucking care whatever they did or were planning to do. She could hear Emily's heavy steps reverberating around the house when she went up to her room, leaving her and Freddie alone.

"You're not stopping her?" He asked as he cocked his head, pertaining to Emily.

The blonde scoffed, eyes still glued on the flat screen. "Why would I?" She hissed.

"So you're letting her go then?" He asked just for clarification, irritating the blonde even further.

Naomi rolled her eyes. "You know Freddie." She huffed out loud, as if the conversation was boring the fuck out of her. "There's such a thing you call 'cooling off' yeah?" She watched as Freddie's eyebrow quirked in confusion. "We had a massive fight." She shrugged. "Doesn't mean I'll let her go that easy." She raised one brow, goading Freddie to throw something back. A small smirk crept up on her lips when Freddie opened his mouth but closed it again, deciding to cease a retort. She returned her gaze back to the tv, the smirk still plastered on her face.

Oh, how she loved being in control of things.

Her gratified smirk slowly disappeared as soon as she heard Emily coming down the stairs with a small suitcase in hand, her once hard and nonchalant expression settling back in. She tried her best not to throw a single glance at the red head, though she was failing miserably as she started watching her at the corner of her eyes, despite pretending to be focused on the show on telly.

"I'll be carrying that." She heard Freddie say and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Him and his 'I'm a fucking gentleman' shit.

"Oh, okay." Emily answered sheepishly, handing the suitcase. "Well, thanks."

Naomi snorted out loud and feigned a cough when both Freddie and Emily looked her way. She lifted her hand and pretended to rub her chest, her eyes still glued on the screen.

"You alright?" Freddie asked, dubious.

"Yeah." She replied and took a sip from her can of soda.

"Right." He muttered. "I guess we'd be going then." He announced, out of civility.

She nodded half-heartedly as she threw a quick glance. "Oh and uhm, Freds." She called out before he even had taken a step forward. "About what you said on the phone."

"What about it?"

"Bring it on." She smiled in satisfaction as she watched Freddie's quizzical expression turn into something that was torn between unthreatened and pained. She said it merely to piss him off and somehow to get even for pissing her off this morning, which cost her to smash the poor cordless phone.

"Is something wrong?" It was Emily, her hand quickly flying to Freddie's arm, rubbing it in a comforting way, as she asked with genuine concern and worry, which made Naomi grimace in something comparable as jealousy. He shook his head and smiled at the red head before returning his gaze at the blonde. "See you around." He bade goodbye and dragged Emily's suitcase with him, the red head trailing behind, chancing one last sad glance at Naomi before closing the front door.

The blonde waited until the two were completely out of the house before furiously throwing her can of soda towards their direction, scowling altogether as she grumbled loudly. "Gentleman my arse."

Karma does come around that fast.

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"Everything okay Emily?"

Emily turned her gaze around from the car window to face Freddie. "Yeah." She softly replied with a slight nod of the head.

Freddie let out a smile, not pressing the matter further. "Where are you going to stay then?"

"At JJ's." She answered. "I called him earlier."

"What about your sister's place?"

"I don't think I'd be able to stand her boyfriend." She smiled sadly. "The only place left is JJ's."

"You can stay at my house." He offered, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean, if you want to."

"Thanks." Emily murmured. "But I really don't want to be a bother."

"Emily." He drawled out, his eyes flickering between the road and Emily. "You're never a bother."

She bit her lip and dropped her gaze to her fidgeting fingers, as she tried to hide her sudden blush. "Really, Freddie, thanks." She paused. "But I think it's best that I stay at JJ's. You know, so things wouldn't be more complicated."

Freddie nodded in understanding. "I understand." He flashed a warm smile. "But if ever you change your mind, my house is always open for you."

"Thank you." She murmured before leaning in to grant him a friendly kiss on the cheek as a token of gratitude. She stayed silent for a moment when she shuffled back to her seat, debating whether or not to raise the question she'd been meaning to ask ever since they left Naomi's house. She cleared her throat after a short while and prepared herself to speak, her curiosity winning over entirely. "Erm, Freddie."

"Yeah?" He replied as he threw a sideway glance to Emily.

"What was Naomi talking about?" She sheepishly asked, biting her bottom lip. "I mean, the one about what you said on the phone?"

For half a moment, Freddie considered telling her the truth, considered telling her how much he's serious about wanting to make her happy, how much he wanted to have a chance to be with her, how much he meant it when he said that he'd take her away from Naomi because she didn't treat her right. Yet he decided that lying would probably be the best, at least for now. "It's nothing big." He answered. "We just had a little argument over the phone."

"But you two are okay though? I mean, you're not fighting with each other?"

He smiled, though a little uptight. "Friends fight all the time."

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When Effy called Naomi and asked her to come over that afternoon, she didn't think twice and said yes in an instant, the silence of the house becoming too unbearable for her. They found themselves sitting on a bar later on, drinks in hand, and talking about the most random things they could think about, until the one topic she had been avoiding all day was brought up, by Effy of all fucking people.

"So, Emily." Effy tried to sound nonchalant about it, but couldn't quite hide the curiosity in her voice.

"Christ." Naomi pressed her lips together, pausing for a few beats as she took a deep breath. "I really don't want to talk about it Eff."

"Massive fight?"

"Effy." The blonde hissed. "Just drop it."

"Hiatus then?" Effy asked casually, her forefinger tracing the brim of her long drink glass absentmindedly.

Naomi's forehead crumpled as she turned to face the brunette. "What do you mean?" She leaned closer as she tried to make out what Effy was saying over the loud thumping bass that began to play.

"Hiatus or clean break?"

"Jesus Christ Eff!" Naomi blurted out. "Stop with the fucking mind games yeah?"

The brunette just quirked a brow and shrugged, unaffected by Naomi's sudden outburst or she probably was just used to it, returning her attention back to her drink glass.

Naomi covered her face with her palm, scrunching it altogether. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You know well what I'm talking about."

She rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't ask if I know, would I?"

"In a bad mood, aren't we?" Effy's lips curled up to her usual smirk. "You need to loosen up."

"What do you think I'm doing then?" She snapped, grabbing her shot glass and downing the cider in one go.

"Fucking calm down Naomi yeah?" The brunette muttered, trying to stifle her laughter. "I'm not trying to pick a fight with you or anything."

Naomi wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and bit her lip. "Sorry." She murmured softly. "Just, just having an awful day."

"So let's get fucked up then."

The blonde nodded and smiled a little. "Drive me home alright?"

Effy fell into a snigger. "No, I'll leave you here to rot."

"Fuck you."

The brunette's eyes grew wide, her eyebrows quirking teasingly. "I'd love to."

Naomi snorted out loud and burst into a fit of laughter. "What the fuck are you on?" She spoke in between laughing.

"A couple of pills and booze." Effy answered with a shrug. "Plenty of booze."

"Unbelievable." Naomi shook her head, still laughing. "I think I'd be the one driving you home."

"Fuck going home." The brunette blurted out. "We haven't even started yeah?"

Naomi rolled her eyes. "You already started without me Eff."

Effy sneered and raised her finger to flip the blonde off, her gaze falling way past Naomi's shoulders, into two familiar figures on the corner of the club. She scowled at once and dropped her hand on the bar counter upon realizing who the figures were. Naomi shuffled on her seat as soon as she noticed Effy suddenly freezing, turning around to follow her line of sight. She felt her body stiffen too as soon as her eyes fell on them, her grip on the glass tightening as ever, her lips quivering with an abrupt surge of rage.

Freddie and Emily.

She didn't know how long she had been staring, but she was and she knew Effy was looking too. When she saw him lean in and whisper something to Emily's ear that made the red head break into a wide grin and laugh, she felt her stomach drop and suddenly twist in such an unpleasant manner, making her cling to the bar counter instinctively. And when it was Emily who leaned in to whisper in turn, she felt her heart constricting, her grip on the counter tightening. Emily was too close, dangerously too close and she didn't like it one bit. She swallowed hard and tried to catch up with her breath, her heart beating frantically that it almost felt like it was lodged on her throat. Even when Emily pulled away, her heart wouldn't stop pounding. It just wouldn't and she had no idea why.

She was at the edge of her seat, like she's watching a fucking horror movie or something, when the truth was that she was just looking at Emily standing close to Freddie, a few inches in distance she guessed, and waiting for what would happen next. She was pretty sure that Effy was on the edge of her seat too, though she couldn't risk a quick glance at the brunette beside her. She can't miss anything, she needed to witness everything. She watched as Emily placed a hand on Freddie's arm and leaned in again to whisper some fucking thing, that fucking scene nearly toppling her over. She saw Freddie nod at the red head and she walked away. She was guessing that Emily probably was going to the bathroom, and was debating with herself whether to follow the red head or not. She sprang up to her feet and took a tentative step towards the direction of the bathroom when suddenly she caught Freddie's gaze. His expression changed from cheerful into something serious and hard when he saw her, but it wasn't what stopped her from going to Emily all the way. It was Freddie's eyes, the glint in them, that fucking glint in them that somewhat sent a message to her.

He was fucking serious when he told her that he was going to take Emily away.

She backed a few steps, her legs hitting the bar stool, but didn't break her hold. She could feel her jaw clenching tight as she continued to stare at his glinting eyes, the longer she stared, the stronger Freddie's resolve became. He was determined to do it, fucking determined to do it.

And as much as she hated to admit it, Naomi had no idea what to do. A certain feeling similar to fear started crawling across her chest at the thought of Freddie meaning everything he said and being successful of taking Emily away completely.