Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 9

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

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

Summary: Naomi's solution when things are fucked up.

A/N: Hope you like this chap! :) Please review if you have time ^^

Emily found herself suddenly being hurled forward as a number of black suited men circled around her and Naomi, shoving away the mass of bodies surging towards them. She lifted her hand to hover over her eyes, blocking the blinding lights coming from the various cameras flashing as almost everybody around took pictures of her and the blonde. She nervously glanced at Naomi who was walking beside her, the blonde's face now once again expressionless, yet she could see well the clenching of Naomi's jaw. She averted her gaze and focused on her walking instead, steadying herself as she was being squeezed towards Naomi from time to time, not even bothering to speak a word about what just happened. She knew that the talking could be saved for later. She was actually scared of Naomi right now to be honest, with her impassive expressions and utter quietness. It was the very first time she'd seen her like that. It never occurred to her that Naomi could be so serious, so serious that it was rather frightening at some point.

Emily could hear the shouts and screams of different people, all of them asking the same set of questions.

"Naomi, is this another one of your scandals?"

"Is this for real Naomi?"

"Could you tell us about her Naomi?"

But none of them were ever answered as they were quickly pushed inside the momentary safety of the conference hall, where they would wait until they could be taken to Thomas' office, the black suited men quickly closing the huge doors to prevent anyone else from going inside.

Freddie threw his hands above his head as he watched the commotion be taken in front of the conference hall, the waiting reporters lurking by the doors with cameras in their hands. He blew out an aggravated breath before turning to the still shocked brunette. "See what you did?" He hissed sharply, breaking Effy from her daze. "Effy, how can you be so cruel?" He added accusingly. "Embarrassing Naomi like that?"

Effy could feel her breath shortening, the weight of Freddie's reproachful stare getting into her skin. Without any word, she walked out on him, throwing him one last apprehensive look before completely leaving. Freddie, on the other hand, shook his head in defeat, as he ran his fingers through his hair, still unable to believe how things had just become royally fucked up.

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"I can't believe this." Thomas shouted exasperatedly as he slammed both his fists on the table, making Naomi flinch a bit. "I can't believe you've just outed yourself in front of the whole crowd." He covered his face with his hands, scrunching it altogether as he wearily dropped into his swivel chair. "What am I gonna do with you Naomi?" He blurted out, rubbing his temple with his fingers. "Because of your scandals, I've been stressed out. Doing damage control here and there." He slammed his fists again. "And now this? It's fucking tiring!"

Naomi shifted in her seat, propping on her elbow as he leaned her forehead against her fingers, her lips pressed in a tight line. She closed her eyes.

"Christ! Say something!" Thomas demanded.

The blonde took a long, deep breath and batted her eyes open, facing the still fuming Thomas. "Think on the bright side." She replied nonchalantly. "At least there won't be any more scandals." She quickly stood up and darted to the door, surprising Thomas entirely as she left without notice.

Emily, who was waiting outside the office, bolted up from her seat at the sight of Naomi scurrying down the hallway. She scrambled to her feet, following the blonde's suit.

"Naomi!" They heard Thomas shout but Naomi didn't bother to stop. "I'm setting up a press conference next week!" Emily turned and acknowledged Thomas' message before hurrying down the hallway as well.

The ride home was awfully quiet, Naomi was driving, jaw clenched tight as Emily could notice. She was throwing subtle sideway glances towards the blonde, gauging her mood, the fear still inside of her due to Naomi's grave expression. Naomi's eyes, on the other hand, were fixed on the road, her fingers wrapped around the steering wheel firmly, her whole body stiff even until they had arrived. The car skidded to a stop and they both stepped out, Naomi slamming the door hard. She walked inside straight up to her room, still without a word. Until finally, Emily couldn't stand the silence and she broke it.

"Naomi!" The red head called out, stopping the other girl from getting into her room.

"What now?" Naomi turned around, scowling.

Emily rushed towards her, stopping mere inches away from the blonde. "We need to talk." She demanded.

"About what?"

Emily snorted, a look of disbelief showing in her face. "About what?" She retorted angrily. "You're fucking asking me like you don't know what I'm talking about!" She shook her head disbelievingly. "Shouldn't you have something to say? Considering what happened at the party?"

Naomi placed her hands on her hips and fixed her eyes to the floor, the gravity of things slowly sinking in into her. She blew out one deep breath and closed her eyes, desperately trying to sort out her spinning thoughts. She was feeling so tired and Emily's constant badgering wasn't helping.

"Fuck's sake! Say something Naomi." Emily blurted out. "You can't just do things like that! You can't just do whatever you want." She glowered, feeling the anger build up at Naomi's unbroken silence.

The blonde tipped her head upwards and gnawed on her bottom lip. Bringing her gaze down, she stared at a frowning Emily and blew a weary breath. "Emily." She finally spoke. "You're gonna have to be my girlfriend."

"What?" Emily freaked out, backing a few steps away from Naomi. "Have you lost your mind?"

Naomi rolled her eyes. "I'm going to hire you as my girlfriend. You'll just have to pretend."

Emily snorted. "Are you crazy? Why would I even do that?" She spat back. "I don't like you and I can't stand you."

"What makes you think I like you either?" Naomi retorted, her eyes squinting.

"Then why are you even asking?" Emily replied, her lips quivering with anger, thinking that this was all a big fucking joke to the blonde.

"Three months Emily. I just need you to pretend for three fucking months." Naomi hissed.

Emily's nose scrunched up as she crossed her arms above her chest. "Are you on drugs?"

The blonde pressed her lips in a tight line. "I'm sick of all the scandals hanging around me." She stated after a short moment. "I'll pay you for it."

"You're totally out of your mind." Emily exclaimed in disbelief.

Naomi threw the red head a heated glare. "Do it and I'll give you back this house." She watched as she caught Emily off guard, the red head's eyes growing wide with surprise. "Think it over." She dismissed, slamming the door behind her as she stepped in towards her room, leaving Emily flabbergasted outside.

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Inside the comfort of her own room, Naomi dropped her body straight to the bed, not even bothering to turn the lights on. She lifted her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose as she thought of the mess she had just gotten herself into. It was stupid, really. She could have just admitted it, straight to Effy's face that she liked her, that she fancied her for the longest time, yet she couldn't bring herself to. Not that way. Besides, she wasn't ready to tell her yet. She wasn't ready to risk her friendship with Effy. That was how much she meant to her. She couldn't stand losing her. Although, the way Effy confronted her wounded her pride so much. And her pride was one of the things that Naomi would never want anybody to mess with. So instead, she opted to save her face. She had to somehow show Effy that she just can't humiliate her like that. Can't treat her like that. And Emily was the closest solution she could think of on that particular moment.

She sat upright and shrugged her coat off, throwing it into the wall. She was far more angry than hurt, to be honest. Angry with Effy, for embarrassing her in front of the whole crowd, angry with Freddie for taking Effy away, although it wasn't his fault at all. Most of all, she was angry with herself for being so stupid, messing her life and her career up in just a short moment, like it could get anymore messier.

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Emily slammed the document hard on the kitchen table, startling Naomi who was reading the morning paper, Naomi's cup of coffee shaking from the force. The blonde slowly dragged her eyes away from what she was reading, to the offending object that was now laid before her. She brought her gaze up, eyeing Emily with a look that was torn between uninterested and skeptical.

"If we're going to do this, we need a contract."

"Excuse me?" Naomi asked.

"We need to sign a contract so you can't bail out." Emily stated, a smug smirk curling up on her lips.

Naomi's eyebrow shot up as she tossed the newspaper to the side. "I've never bailed out on anything." She replied, not amused.

Emily leaned in, bringing her face closer to the blonde. "I just want to make sure." She drawled, the smirk still strongly evident.

Naomi snorted, rolling her eyes. "Whatever." She grabbed the pen Emily was holding and signed the paper, probably a little too heavy, her handwriting traced deeply.

The red head grinned and grabbed the piece of paper before turning around to march up towards her room.

"Oh, just so you know." Naomi suddenly called out, stopping Emily from her tracks. "If this arrangement's revealed to any other person, contract's null and void. You won't have the house back."

Emily peered over her shoulder, offering the blonde a challenged smile. "No problem." She watched as Naomi returned her smile with a feigned one and a roll of the eyes. She skipped happily towards her room and hid the contract inside her suitcase.

Three months and the house would be hers again. This was going to be easy.