Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 2
Author: kreia03
Rating: M
Warnings: Some swear words.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate that fact. Seriously.
Summary: The first Naomily meeting. :D
A/N: Might be a boring chap for you guys, because not that much Naomily interaction, but the coming chapters would be full of them. I promise. Thanks for reading and please review on your way out, if you can.
Naomi slumped back to her own seat, leaning her head against the head rest as she completely ignored the red haired girl's request of taking a picture of her. She gently shut her eyes, shuffling on her place to make herself more comfortable as she waited for the plane to take off, when a sudden flash of light pulled her out of the comfy little bubble she had just conjured for herself.
"What the-" She bolted from her seat, facing the direction where the offending light came from. "Jesus!" She exasperated, cursing under her breath, throwing an annoyed glare at the giggling red head who was scrolling down on the digital camera she was holding. "Could you please not do that?" She spoke, the words rolling out of her tongue probably too harsh, but then, like she cared.
The other girl's head snapped up, eyeing Naomi with a confused look. "Do what?" The red head asked back. "You mean giggle?"
The blonde model rolled her eyes. Seriously, was this girl that oblivious? "I meant the picture taking thing." She retorted. "If I remember it right, I never said that you can take my picture." She added, voice full of sarcasm.
"Oh, right. Sorry." The red head softly mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed for her actions. "I thought when you rested on your seat, you were sort of, you know, posing for the camera."
Naomi snorted in disbelief. "Who in their right mind would pose like that? With their eyes even closed?"
"I don't know, you tell me." The red head replied casually. "Models do weird poses all the time."
A hand flew to the blonde's temple, her fingers rubbing the smooth skin as an attempt to calm herself down. She was starting to get pretty annoyed and she knew losing her temper would result into something she would never want to happen. "Whatever." She muttered, rolling her eyes away from the red head and shuffling back to her once comfortable position, just in time for the pilot to announce that the plane would be taxiing. Naomi closed her eyes again, basking on the feeling settling in her stomach as the plane gathered its speed. It's the lift offs that she loved the most.
"Christ it's going too fast!" She heard the red head next to her cry out, the girl's hand attempting to grip the seat handle, but got hold of her wrist instead. "It's too fast!" The red head cried once again, tugging on Naomi's hand for support.
"What the fuck?" The blonde blurted out, struggling away from the other girl's grip, both their hands flailing in the air as they battled for control. "Let go!" She shouted as she pulled her hand back. "Jesus Christ!" She watched as the red head free her hand when the plane had finally gained its altitude, the other girl's own clutching her chest. "Thank you." She retorted sarcastically as soon as she got her hand back, massaging her own wrist that were slightly throbbing from the girl's tight hold.
The red head averted her gaze from Naomi, her cheeks tainting red as the embarrassment surged within her. "Sorry." She barely whispered.
"First time to ride a plane ever?" The blonde model dissed, scoffing a little as the red head softly shook her head. Deciding to drop it off, she shuffled to her seat for the third time since she'd stepped on the plane, closing her eyes once again, half thankful when she was no longer bothered by the red head, the light buzz coming from the engines lulling her to sleep.
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Naomi woke just in time for lunch, her food being delivered to her as she shifted in her seat. She threw a glance on the girl next to her, watching her at the corner of her eye. The red head seemed to be more careful now, her head hanging low, probably still because of the embarrassing incident that had happened earlier. An incognizant triumphant smile pulled in Naomi's lips. She loved being in control of everything.
"Sorry about earlier." She heard a soft mumble, coming from the red head. Shrugging her shoulders, she offered a feigned smile, something she always did when things are uninteresting for her and she didn't want to be called rude.
"I'm Emily by the way." Another forced smile to the red head then she went back to busying herself with her own food.
"Are you gonna eat that?" Naomi unwillingly tore her gaze from her food and looked at the other girl, watching Emily as she pointed to a plate of spare ribs placed in her tray.
"Do you want us to exchange?" Emily innocently asked, offering her plate of broiled chicken, still oblivious to the fact that she was getting on Naomi's nerves.
Naomi blew out an exasperated breath as she tried to calm herself down, reminding herself that she was on a first class plane with a lot of people around so she can't bitch about anything, reminding that keeping her cool most of the time was what distinguished her from the other Naomi Campbell, yes, that one. She picked up the plate and handed it to Emily without looking at the red head.
"You don't want to exchange with mine?"
"No. Keep it." She replied with a cold tone, shushing the red head up. Finally.
Lunch passed by quickly and Naomi was pretty thankful that Emily did not bother her again, though she was pretty sure the pestering would come right after. She was also surprised that the girl had managed to consume all the food. For a small girl, she had a big appetite. She was just about to lean back against her seat when she heard Emily speaking, again, to her utter dislike and annoyance.
"Are you heading for Paris too?"
"Yes." She muttered between clenched teeth.
"Oh cool! I'm going there too!" Emily exclaimed, matching her giggle with a clap of her hands. "It's my first time to go there actually."
"Good for you then." She replied nonchalantly.
"Where are you staying?"
"Hotel Le Bristol."
"That's where I'm staying too!" The red head cried out. "Cool huh?"
"Yeah, whatever." Naomi blurted out. "Can I sleep now please?"
"Oh yeah right. I'm sorry for being such a bugger and-" Emily wasn't able to finish what she was about to say when she felt the plane moving unsteadily, making her extremely dizzy. She felt the sudden rise of bile on her throat, heaving the contents of her stomach and abruptly throwing them out to Naomi's black jacket accidentally, her eyes growing wide in shock the moment she realized what happened, seeing the sick soaking the blonde model's jacket. "Oops." She managed to slip out, biting her lip as her gaze lifted on Naomi's face, her eyes squinting a tad bit as to prepare herself for the moment Naomi would throw a fit.
"Fucking. Hell." Naomi huffed under her breath, punctuating each word with the gritting of her teeth and flaring of her nostrils. Wasting no moment, she angrily sprang up to her feet and dashed to the plane's lavatory room, leaving a flushed Emily and her words of apology stuffed in her lips.
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Emily patiently waited for a chance to apologize to Naomi, but didn't get to, for the blonde model had occupied another vacant seat, somewhere far from her. She nervously fidgeted with her fingers as she waited for the plane to land, preparing herself to catch up with Naomi as soon as they were allowed to get off of the plane. She hurriedly gathered her things when the flight stewardess finally announced that they could take their seat belts off, sprinting quickly as she made her way out. She jostled among the other passengers, but the more she pushed forward, the more she bounced back to her place instead. She tried pushing a few more times but failed. She then glanced at the window, her hopes falling once she had seen Naomi's figure disappearing from her eyes. Her shoulders slumped down, feeling strangely guilty and more embarrassed for what she had done. As the plane ran almost empty, she made her way, her eyes falling on that familiar jacket left on one of the seats. Without hesitation, she grabbed the jacket and darted towards the door, still hoping to somehow catch a glimpse of the blonde and be able to formally apologize. Yet, she was almost out of the airport, but she still hadn't seen any sign of Naomi. She then decided to give up for the moment, hailing a cab instead, stepping inside, defeated.
Emily arrived at the grand hotel earlier than expected, her eyes growing wide at the sight of probably the most elegant hotel she had ever seen, feeling a sense of smugness welling up in her, that even for a few days she could get to live like movie stars do. She fumbled in her bag, looking up for her camera. She took a few pictures of the graceful façade, and a few more with her in it, before deciding to finally enter the hotel and find her room. She shyly approached the counter, knowing that she didn't speak French, at all.
"Bonjour." The receptionist greeted. "Est-ce que je peux vous aider?"
"Uhm, yeah, erm-" Emily stuttered as she gnawed on her bottom lip, trying to think what the receptionist was blabbing about.
"I believe she's asking how she could help you."
The red head snapped her gaze up, her eyes meeting a young, nice looking man with an inviting smile in his face. "Oh right." She answered, offering a friendly smile in return. "I-I don't speak French."
The young man gave another smile before turning to the receptionist. "Anglais, s'il vous plait." The receptionist nodded and faced Emily. "Do you have a reservation?" She asked, her thick French accent gracing her voice.
"Yes." Emily answered.
"Name please?"
"Emily Fitch." She replied, watching the receptionist as she typed in the computer. "Thanks for the help." She turned her head, facing the young man.
"You're more than welcome." The man answered with another beaming smile, before excusing himself.
"I'm sorry mademoiselle, but there's no Emily Fitch listed for reservation."
Emily brought her gaze back on the receptionist, her mouth hanging agape as she took the words in. "But there must be a mistake!" She cried out, her mind trying to recall the name of the hotel that Cook mentioned to her. He clearly said that it was Hotel Le Bristol. "Could you please check again?"
"I've already checked twice mademoiselle." The receptionist replied. "Would you like to check in then?"
Emily gnawed on her bottom lip, faced with an abrupt decision she had to make. She surely couldn't afford to stay long in this hotel, but it was already late for her to look for another place to stay, aside from the fact that she hadn't been in Paris before, and she was too lazy and stupid to bring a map with her. Plus, she was already tired from the flight and still was feeling dizzy. With one deep breath, she nodded at the receptionist, signaling that she would take a room. After getting the key, she quickly made her way to her room, making a mental note that she would kill Katie and Cook the moment she got back to Bristol for setting her up, God knows why.