Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 3

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

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

Summary:

A/N:

Upon arriving at the right floor, ninth to be exact, Emily slowly stepped out from the lift, her eyes growing wide with amusement and her lips forming a perfect 'o' as she walked down the hallway. Her gaze wandered around, giggling with excitement at the sight of the elegant, carved doors she just passed by, the camera steady in her hand as she took as much pictures as she could. She even took a picture of the carpeted floor with her feet in it, thinking that the picture would serve as proof that she did go to Paris and that she wasn't just dreaming or imagining things. She broke into another fit of giggles when she came across the well-uniformed bellboys and chambermaids, taking pictures of them as well. She even had them posing for her, albeit having no idea how the fuck she had convinced them to do it. After a couple of laughs and small talks, she finally stumbled on her destined door, falling into another awestricken moment as she roamed her eyes on the room. The first thing she noticed was the gigantic bed that lay on the middle of the room, looking so much comfortable, the pillows and sheets inviting her to lie down and sleep. She then threw her bag on the classy love couch, slipping off of her shoes as she jumped to the bed, bouncing up and down while she giggled to herself, her hands flailing in the air as she let out tiny squeals. She probably looked like a bloody retard right now but she couldn't care. She'd never had a nice, comfy bed like this one that's why she was savoring the feeling. She jumped a few more times, her feet springing up like she was jumping on a trampoline rather than a bed. With one last leap, she let her body drop on the bed, landing with a soft thud once she hit the mattress, pretty surprised with herself for she hadn't stopped giggling one bit. Usually, she's onto something when she did things like this. Even the sudden churning of her stomach, which led to weird sounds, made her giggle more. Another sound blurted out from her tummy and she finally decided to stop tittering, heading to the door and down the nearby restaurant to grab some proper dinner.

As she happily hopped out of the lift, she accidentally slipped on her untied shoe lace knocking herself backwards, her back hitting something solid before she finally toppled down the floor. She hurriedly sprang up to her feet, turning around to apologize to whoever she had knocked down by chance.

"I'm really, really sorry for being so clumsy." She mumbled, her gaze falling down on the young man she had met in the reception area earlier. She watched as he heaved himself up, brushing along his coat as he smoothed it. "I'm sorry." She barely whispered, her face growing hot with embarrassment.

To her surprise, and relief, the young man smiled the same beaming smile he had worn when they first saw each other. "It's alright. Are you hurt?"

Emily shook her head. "I'm fine." She answered. "I'm so sorry."

The young man let out a soft chuckle. "It's fine, really." He smiled once again as he met Emily's eyes. "Are you on your way to dinner?"

"I am."

"Mind if I join you then?"

"No, not at all." The red head replied, smiling to the young man in return.

As they made their way to the restaurant, the young man introduced himself. "I'm Freddie by the way. Freddie McLaire."

"I'm-"

"Emily Fitch." Freddie broke off, extending his hand to shake Emily's.

"How did you know?" She asked, surprised.

"I have psychic powers."

"No way!"

"No. I'm just kidding." Freddie chortled. "I heard you mentioning it to the receptionist earlier."

"Oh right. I must have said it too loud." Emily nodded in understanding.

"Nope. I'm just pretty good at eavesdropping." Both of them laughed at Freddie's words. "Before I forget, it's my treat tonight."

The red head's forehead creased with confusion. "Why?"

"Let's just say, for failing to catch you when you slipped."

"No, you don't need to do that." Emily protested, motioning her hands to express her disagreeing. "It's my fault anyway."

The corner of Freddie's lips curled up. "But I insist." He stated before pushing the restaurant door and letting Emily in.

"So are you staying here?" The red head later on asked, once they had settled on a table for two and had their orders taken.

Freddie shook his head. "I was just here to visit a friend. You might know her actually."

One of Emily's brows shot up. "Who?"

"Naomi Campbell. Rings a bell?"

"Which one?" Emily chuckled. "There are two of them."

"Oh yeah, right." Freddie laughed. "Uhm, the blonde one. "

Emily's eyes widened in shock, the memories of what had happened on the plane suddenly flooding her mind. She gnawed on her bottom lip, feeling her cheeks tainting red with chagrin.

"Is something wrong?"

Emily shook her head exceedingly. "Nothing. I just remembered something." She mouthed, covering up.

Freddie offered another friendly smile. "Food's here." He gleefully stated, his lips still curled up as she watched Emily at the corner of his eyes.

O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O

It had been three days since she had arrived and toured in Paris, three days since her dinner with Freddie, three fucking days and neither Katie nor Cook had picked up her call. Emily had been calling her house, calling her twin's mobile as well as Cook's as much as she hated it, all of the calls not being answered. She was starting to get worried, starting to suspect that this was all a major set-up and that there was something really wrong going on. Worse, she was running low on her resources. She was already out of money that she might not be able to pay the hotel bill. She took several deep breaths as she squirmed on her bed, nearly throwing the phone to the wall as her umpteenth call remained unanswered. She slammed the phone back to the bedside table, squirming once more to rid of her annoyance and despair. She turned on her side, her eyes falling on the black jacket hanging by the wall, a tempting plan suddenly forming in her mind.

Emily took several deep breaths to calm her nerves down, her heart frantically beating, anxious at what she was about to do. She stood before the white carved door, holding her fist up to knock, only to bring it down once the nervousness surged in again. She turned around, catching her quick breaths before facing the door once more, this time knocking instantly as soon as she found the courage to do so. She played with her fingers while she waited for the door to open.

A tall, blonde girl appeared by the ajar door, with a chafed look on her face. "What do you want?" She hissed.

Emily's eyes grew wide in shock, her cheeks blushing, burning hot. "Erm, y-you're-" She swallowed to get rid of the lump that suddenly had formed on her throat.

"What?" Naomi scowled.

"Y-you're on your knickers." The red head softly mumbled, her finger pointing towards Naomi.

Naomi slowly lowered her head, a blush of red tainting her cheeks upon realizing. "Oh shit!" She cursed. "Fucking hell." She fumbled, slamming her door shut.

Emily turned around, huffing on her breaths as she waited for her heart to get back on its normal beating. She waited for a few moments to make sure that Naomi had recovered too and was already decent, not that she didn't like to see the model on her knickers, before facing the door again. Alright, fuck that thought, but then she'd be lying if she said she didn't like it. Christ! Onto the plan.

Another bang on the door in which Naomi vexedly attended to. "What the fuck?" She scowled, her cheeks still pink from the recent incident.

"Uhm, hey, remember me?" The red head gleefully greeted, trying to lift the mood up.

"How could I forget?" Naomi answered, her tone cold, like before.

"Erm, yeah, I brought your jacket for you." Emily lifted the jacket for the blonde to see. "That's already clean."

Naomi rolled her eyes before seizing the jacket from the red head's hand. "Thanks." She muttered stoically, slamming the door shut behind her. She had not even taken her first step when there was a loud knock on her door again. "Jesus!" She cried out, making the red head flinch. "What the hell do you want?"

"Can I ask for some help?" Emily softly mumbled, a hopeful smile shaping on her lips.

"No."

The fourth knock caused Naomi to scrunch her face. This girl was giving her a fucking headache. "What now?"

"Please? We're both from of England. Can't you help a fellow citizen?"

Naomi blew out an exasperated breath. "I said no didn't I?" She glowered. "Stop banging on my door or I'll call security."

Emily bit her bottom lip, her eyes squinting a tad bit as she dared another knock. She was pretty sure the blonde was on the verge of throwing a fit, the fierce glares telling her so. But she was in a desperate situation and in desperate need of money, so she could pay the hotel bill and purchase the plane ticket back to Bristol.

The door violently swung open, revealing an angry Naomi towering over Emily, her arms crossed above her chest. "You just don't get it do you?"

"I'm really sorry for the trouble. But could you give me Freddie's number? That's all I ask."

"You know Freddie?"

Emily answered with a nod.

"How?" The blonde asked, her brow arching up. "Are you two dating?"

The question caught Emily off guard, but before she knew it, she was already nodding to answer the inquiry.

"Funny he didn't mention you to me." The blonde mumbled. "He's always the secretive one. That tosser."

Emily stayed silent, intently watching Naomi as she thought about helping the red head or not.

"Right, I guess you can come in." Naomi replied, her voice softening a bit as she opened the door wide for Emily to step in, settling on the couch after. "Do you know where Freddie is?"

"He just left. He left me here." Emily answered, her voice breaking down not because of crying but rather because of the lie she had now began telling. She couldn't even look Naomi in the eye, constantly keeping her head low to hide the blush on her cheeks.

"He did?" Naomi cried in disbelief. "Why?"

Emily swallowed before answering. "We had a massive fight and then he left. Now I've got no money to pay for the hotel and the plane ticket."

"If you're dating then, why don't you know his number?"

It was a trick question, Emily knew it. "He's got too many numbers. I can't memorize them all. And my phone died. I-I wasn't able to bring any charger or extra batteries." She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that the lie would get past the blonde. "I-I just wanna go home." She barely whispered, the cracking of her voice adding to the effect.

"Well, even if you do have his number, you can't talk to him either." Naomi shrugged. "He doesn't talk to anybody when he's angry." She sighed before reaching for her bag, drawing out a black, leather purse. "How much do you need?"

"Just the amount to pay for the hotel bill and the ticket." The red head mumbled. "I'll pay you as soon as I get back. I'll leave my contact details if you want."

"Whatever." Naomi rolled her eyes, handing Emily a fair number of Euro bills. "Right, can you leave now and never bang on my door again?"

The red head nodded energetically, leaving her contact details before darting out the door. "Thank you Naomi." The blonde answered with a feigned smile.

Emily skipped on her way back to her room, clutching the bills tightly in her hand. She could feel the guilt eating her now, yet she pushed it aside, planning to deal with it as soon as she got back to Bristol, because really, desperate times call for desperate measures.