Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 5

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

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

Summary: She may be a bitch but she wasn't heartless.

A/N: We're really getting there :D

"How the fuck did you get in here?"

"What do you mean?" Emily spat back. "I live here!"

Naomi let out a loud scoff. "Is this still part of your big fucking lie?"

"Excuse me?" Emily's forehead creased with confusion.

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Didn't think I would find out so soon eh?" She retorted. "I can't believe I fell for that stupid lie."

"Lie?" Emily cried out. "What lie?"

"Please help me, Freddie left me here. I've got no money." Naomi spoke, mimicking the red head's voice, her face feigning a pitiful look. "We're dating. But we fought and my bloody phone died." She added, her voice rising an octave at her last words. "Rings a bell?" She watched Emily's face, turning pale first before the sudden blush flooded her cheeks, with a disgusted look.

"I-I had no choice." The red head stammered, averting her gaze from Naomi. "I was desperate. I needed money and you wouldn't help me."

"Are you saying it's my fault?" Naomi spat back, hands flying in her hips.

Emily shook her head exceedingly. "No, no. I didn't mean that." She hesitated for a moment, eyeing the blonde. She could see the anger evident on Naomi's face, which scared her, sending her heartbeat to frantic beats. "Look, I'll pay you back. I swear. Just, just not right now." She sniffed, her tears streaking down her cheeks. "I've got bigger problems to deal with."

A look of disbelief crawled on the blonde's face, her mouth hanging agape. She watched as Emily sank back down to the stair steps, her hand supporting her forehead, the other clutching a crumpled piece of paper. "Christ!" She called out. "Why are you crying? I haven't even done anything to you."

Emily didn't utter a word and stretched her hand instead, showing Naomi the piece of paper she was holding. The blonde quickly seized it from her, snorting out loud as soon as she read the letter. "Who's Katie?"

"My fucking twin." Emily answered nonchalantly.

Naomi let another scoff out from her lips. "Twins eh?" She stated. "Well no doubt. You both like to swindle people."

Emily's head snapped up, shooting Naomi a heated glare. "I told you I'll pay you right? Not now, but I'll give you your fucking money back." She spat.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She dismissed, her hand flailing in the air. "I have no time for this." She darted to the front door, shoving Katie's letter back to the younger twin. "If you've got no more business here, you can leave." She shouted, peering through her shoulder, an insulting smirk shaping in her lips.

Emily quickly stood up, stopping Naomi from stepping inside the house. "Naomi, can I stay here? Even just for one night." She pleaded. "Please?"

"Hmmm, let me see." Naomi replied, her head tipping up slightly as she paused for no more than a second. "No." She mouthed before going inside the house, dragging the word longer than usual. She then turned around, slamming the door shut behind her.

Emily shifted in her place, so that she was standing in front of the door. She was about to knock when it swung open.

"And don't dare bang on my door." Naomi stated, throwing Emily a fierce glare before shutting the door again.

Emily's shoulders slumped down as she turned around defeated. She grabbed both her suitcases, her eyes wandering around for a decent place to sleep. It was already dark and she had no idea where on earth Katie and her damn boyfriend were staying. She had absolutely no place to go. Spotting an empty bench on the porch, she dragged her bags along with her and settled there. She pulled a baggy jumper from the large suitcase and slipped it on, pulling out another jumper that would serve as her duvet. She firmly placed her purse on the edge of the bench and rested her head on it, her eyes gazing on the stars and the sky above her. She counted them one by one, the glittering sparkle lulling her to sleep.

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Naomi woke up early for her daily jog. It was probably still around six in the morning when she jumped out of her bed and slipped into a pair of sweatpants, hooded sweatshirt and rubber shoes. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, her earphones stuck on her ears. She energetically dashed downstairs, straight to the door when a flash of a sleeping figure caught her eyes. She walked towards the occupied bench, her eyes rolling with dismay as she blew out an exasperated breath. She gently nudged the sleeping red head to wake her up.

"Hey, I told you to leave." She blurted out, seeing Emily stir from her deep slumber. "Get up." She stated, shaking the red head softly. "Get up now." She hissed. She pulled the jumper away from Emily and grabbed her by the wrist when she noticed that the red head was burning hot. Her hand instantaneously flew to Emily's forehead, checking her temperature.

"Fucking hell." She cursed under her breath, her hunch proven. She scooped Emily into her arms and carried her inside, letting the red head lie down on the couch. Naomi rushed upstairs to her room, clutching a thick blanket and a soft pillow in her arms as she came back. She slipped the pillow behind Emily's head, lifting her shoulders up a bit for the pillow to fit in. She spread the blanket wide and covered Emily with it before checking for her temperature again.

"Fuck it." She blurted out, the feel of Emily's forehead burning under her palm. "Come on, you're going to the hospital." She told the red head, scooping her once more.

Emily shook her head as she pulled away from Naomi's arms. "I'll be fine here." She barely whispered, her voice weak.

Naomi then rushed to the bathroom, grabbing a basin and filling it with cold water, as well as a small towel from the cabinet. She placed the basin on top of the table and dipped the towel in it, putting it on Emily's forehead after she squeezed it dry. She then rummaged the red head's suitcase, leaving her for a moment, to look for comfy clothes that Emily could change into. As she opened the bag, she saw a framed picture with seven people in it, taken on the backyard of this very house. There was an elderly man and woman in the picture, whom she guessed were Emily's grandparents, Emily's parents, the twins themselves and a young boy whom she supposed was the youngest sibling. She gently put the frame down and pulled out a pair of decent clothes, heading to Emily afterwards.

"Emily." She softly called, the first time she ever called the red head by her name. "You need to go and get changed." She whispered as she waited for Emily to flutter her eyes open. Instead, she saw a lone tear flowing down to her temple, mumbling something incoherent that even when Naomi leaned in, she still couldn't understand. "Emily." She nudged again. "You need to go change." The red head stirred from her position and slowly sat upright, grabbing the clothes that Naomi had handed. The blonde then headed to the kitchen and prepared some soup for Emily while she watched the red head at the corner of her eyes. Once sure that Emily was done changing, she went back to the living room and dipped the towel again, placing it back to Emily's forehead as she waited for the soup to boil.

"Eat this alright?" Naomi stated, putting the tray of soup down the table. She rolled her eyes when Emily shook her head. "You need to eat this so you could take the medicine."

"I'm not hungry." Emily hoarsely replied, her voice almost gone.

"I'll throw you out if you don't eat."

The red head's eyes slowly opened, her gaze falling on Naomi. "Are you that heartless?"

"Oi!" Naomi bellowed. "Does this face look heartless to you?" She spoke, her index finger directed towards her own face. "Now eat before I lose my temper."

Emily unwillingly sat upright, grabbed the spoon and took a sip of the hot soup. She felt it burning down her throat as she swallowed and found it oddly comforting as it settled on her stomach. She took more sips, the soup tasting better and better, until she finished the whole serving.

"Here." She lifted her gaze up and took the medicine that Naomi was handing her. She swallowed the bitter pill and downed the glass of water in one go, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as soon as she finished. "Naomi." She later on called out. "About the house-"

"Just rest first." Naomi broke off. "We'll talk about it once you're feeling better."

Emily nodded and rested back on the couch.

"I need to go to the studio, so you'll have to take care of yourself for a while." The blonde said, glancing on her watch. "Can you do that?"

"Yeah." Emily replied, eyeing Naomi. "Thank you." She smiled weakly.

The blonde answered with a single nod, heading upstairs to shower and change. Emily shuffled in her place, clutching the blanket tighter as she drifted into another deep slumber.

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The next morning, Emily felt better at once, regaining her strength from the much needed rest she just had. Although, she was pretty worried about where her upcoming talk with Naomi would lead to. She took in several deep breaths, sensing the blonde going down the stairs. She quickly closed her eyes as Naomi came near, feeling Naomi's palm on her forehead.

"Feeling better?" She heard Naomi ask. She batted her eyes open and offered a warm smile before nodding to answer. She sat upright and folded the blanket, fidgeting with the hem of her top as she watched Naomi settle on the seat beside her.

"So let me get this straight. You got nowhere else to go?" The blonde asked, crossing her legs.

Emily shyly nodded, averting her gaze from Naomi.

"What about your twin?"

"I really don't know where she is." The red head replied, her voice still as hoarse as last night. "She wouldn't pick up any of my calls."

"Such a darling and reliable twin." Naomi scoffed.

"Hey, she's got her reasons yeah?"

"Whatever." The blonde rolled her eyes. "Tell you what. I'll find you an apartment and pay for it. You can pay me back whenever you can."

"But you don't understand." Emily protested.

"Understand what?"

"This house is built by my grandfather. It's just not a house to me. It's a part of me."

"What do you want me to do?" Naomi retorted, her voice rising. "Give it back to you? I paid a huge amount for this house."

Emily remained silent for a moment, her tears on the verge of falling. She pushed back the lump that had formed in her throat before starting to speak. "I'll do anything you want. Just please let me stay here."

"And I don't want you to do anything for me, so you could go." Naomi spat back insultingly, a mocking grin spreading wide in her face.

"Please Naomi, I'm begging you." Emily pleaded as she tried to hold back her tears.

"You're actually making me late for my meeting." The blonde stood up and made her way to the door.

The red head then broke into sobs as she watched Naomi ignoring her pleas. She buried her face into her hands, her shoulders trembling as she let out the tears. Naomi lifted her hand to twist the handle when she stopped and tipped her head up, her foot tapping incessantly on the floor as Emily's sobs filled her ears. She blew out a deep breath.

"I want this house cleaned by the time I get back." Naomi paused, eyes glued on the front door. She could hear the mellowing sobs of the red head. "I want the floor gleaming yeah?" She pressed her lips in a tight line. "I'll be here just in time for dinner, and then we'll talk." Naomi finished and slammed the door shut behind her, leaving Emily pleasantly surprised and entirely speechless.

She may be a bitch but she surely wasn't heartless.