Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 15

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

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

Summary: Effy wanted to know something.

A/N: still waiting for Lily's reply on twitter! LOL I'm just an obsessed fan girl! Anyways, here's the next chap ^^ and all the amazing comments, thanks for them! I'm really surprised! You guys are awesome!

Dedicated to: Skye because she likes some Naomiffy!

All three of them stood perfectly still, Naomi with Emily beside her, holding her new bike close. Across them was Effy standing in front of her car. They all seemed to be too stunned to either speak or talk, their eyes just constantly flickering among each other. Emily could see the clenching of Naomi's jaw, the hard expression she had once seen was back and for once, she wanted to do something about it. It could have been countless minutes that passed, the silence unbearable, that the red head felt a certain need to break it.

"Hello." She shyly greeted, nodding towards Effy's direction.

The brunette acknowledged her by giving a half nod in return. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Why didn't you say you were coming?" It was Naomi.

Effy's lips curled up into a smirk. "If I told you, it's either you'd leave or you won't let me come here."

Naomi closed her eyes and blew a weary breath. "Let's go inside." She cocked her head, beckoning Effy to come in. Emily went first and ran to the kitchen to prepare something for their guest while Effy and Naomi stayed rooted on their places, just staring at each other.

"I didn't know you moved in." Effy said. "It was Panda who told me. You didn't even bother mentioning."

"I don't need to tell you everything I'm doing, do I?" The blonde retorted, sounding too harsh to the brunette's ears.

Effy's expression faltered, from her classic smirk to shock and a flash of hurt. "I see." She muttered after a short pause. "You're not in the mood to talk." She quickly turned around, her hand instantaneously gripping the car door handle.

"Effy, wait!" Naomi shouted, running after the brunette at once. She caught her by the wrist, just in time for her to not step inside the car. "I didn't mean to-"

Effy turned to face the blonde. "I'm sorry." She barely whispered, cutting Naomi off. "I-I was fucking stupid. I don't know what has gotten into me that night."

The blonde paused for a moment, watching Effy under her gaze.

"Don't be mad."

Naomi would be lying if she told Effy that she wasn't mad or hurt anymore. But then again, this was Effy. This was different. Taking one deep breath, she offered her a small smile. "I'm not."

The brunette smiled in return, pulling Naomi for a quick hug. "You free then today?" She smirked when Naomi nodded, suddenly forgetting about a certain red head she was just with moments ago.

On the front door threshold, Emily quietly stood by, watching the scene outside unfold before her eyes, a certain unpleasant feeling comparable to jealousy making her heart clench tight.

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"How come you never told me anything about Emily?"

Naomi averted her gaze, fixing her eyes on her shot glass instead, watching a bead of water slowly streak down until it hit the wooden bar counter. Though, she was perfectly aware of a pair of electric blue eyes intensely staring at her, reading her inside out. She had no idea how long she had remained speechless, until she felt a slight nudge on her rib from Effy, urging her to answer.

"It all just happened too fast." She wandered her eyes around the brunette's kitchen where the mini bar was stood. "I never had the chance to tell you about her."

"Do you like her?" Effy asked, eyes fixed on Naomi who was sat beside her. She watched as Naomi nodded to answer. "More than you like me?"

Naomi snapped her head, turning to look at Effy with an incredulous expression, a hint of disbelief dancing in her eyes.

"Well?" The brunette demanded.

She grimaced, unable to form coherent words to say. She lifted her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose, suddenly wondering if she did the right thing, coming with Effy here. "Ef." She called out, sending a subtle message to the brunette, telling her that she didn't want to talk about it anymore. Not this time.

"You didn't answer me." Effy replied, too eager to know the answer, as if her life depended on it. "Truth."

"I like you more alright?" Naomi blurted out. She'd always hated being put under pressure, always hated being under Effy's keen eyes. "Satisfied?"

A gratified smirk curled up on the corner of Effy's lips. "Pretty much." She leaned in and planted a kiss on Naomi's cheek. "Thanks for being always there."

Naomi pressed her lips in a tight line and smiled. She knew it was wrong. It was dangerous to fall for Effy over and over. Yet, here she was, helplessly captivated by Effy's indescribable charm.

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Emily found herself stumbling in front of Freddie's office, the draft of her half written novel in hand, her fist shaking while she softly knocked on the door. As soon as Naomi and Effy left, she decided to go out too, unable to bear the deafening silence of her house, though she had been so much accustomed to it after living in her own for quite some time. But that was before she even met Naomi. Now, the quietness of the house seemed to drive her insane, her thoughts swirling around lots of different things, but would mostly linger on the fact that Naomi had left with Effy, the blonde not even telling her that she'd leave, like she had totally forgotten about her. Emily could feel that particular sharp twinge in her chest upon remembering, the same exact sharp twinge she felt when she watched Naomi hop in into Effy's car, leaving her without any notice.

Emily could hear quick movements inside the office, a muffled "come in" barely passing against the thick wooden door broke her chain of thoughts. She nervously twisted the handle and pushed the door open, revealing a surprised Freddie seated on his swivel chair.

"Emily!" He called out, flashing a warm smile. "What a surprise."

"Hey." She greeted shyly, stepping inside. "I hope I didn't disturb you from anything."

Freddie let out a small chuckle and shook his head. "I told you, I'll always have time for you."

The red head bit her lip and tried to hide the sudden blush on her cheeks. "Thanks."

"What can I do for you then?" He asked, beckoning Emily to take a seat.

"I-uhm, I brought my novel." She softly mumbled, Freddie almost failing to catch what she was saying.

"Oh that's great!" Freddie exclaimed. "Can I see it then?"

Emily handed her manuscript to him and waited quietly as he gave it a quick scan, flipping the pages swiftly.

"It's pretty long. It might take me a day or two to read through it." He told the red head. "You might just have to come back."

"Oh." Emily muttered. "Right. I guess I'll just come back after two days then. So you won't have to hurry."

"Sure. Two days would be good." Freddie agreed. "Is this still your original story by the way? You haven't changed anything?"

The red head nodded. "I still haven't found what's missing. Besides, I haven't been able to write anything new. Naomi's got too much complains." She bit her lip, upon realizing what she had just said, worried that she could've given something away.

A sly smile curled up on Freddie's lips. "Looks like she wants you all to herself eh? Don't want to share you with anything else."

Emily took a deep breath before forcing herself to smile. "I suppose so." She barely whispered, biting the inside of her cheek. If only Freddie knew how it was the exact opposite. "I guess I should go. You probably have lots of things to do yeah?" She stood up and dashed to the door, only to be stopped by Freddie calling her name.

"Emily." She turned. "Would you like to grab some dinner tonight?" He asked. "I mean, if you've got nothing else to do." He shrugged his shoulders when Emily didn't give out an answer. "It's alright with me if you can't though. I don't want to cause a fight between you and Naomi."

"No, no. It's okay." Emily replied. "I think Naomi won't be home for dinner tonight anyway."

"Oh right. Loads of work?"

"Yeah, something like that." She whispered with a sad smile, watching Freddie as he fixed himself before they both walked out of the office.

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Stepping out of the cab, Naomi's brow shot up upon seeing the house empty with all the lights switched off, except for the post lamps on the porch. She hooked her arm between the metal bars and unlocked the gate, heading inside at once to flick all the lights open.

"Emily?" She bellowed as she placed the pizza she bought, Emily's favorite to be exact, on top of the kitchen counter. Upon hearing no answer, she marched upstairs towards the red head's room, scowling after finding it empty. She fished her phone out and was about to dial Emily's number when a certain photo frame caught her eyes. She reached for the red frame, letting out a small smile upon seeing the picture. She placed it back, her gaze then falling on a small calendar that stood beside the frame, with a particular date marked with an 'x'. She grabbed the calendar, checking the note that was written on that date, nodding in comprehension once she had read it.

Me and Katie's Birthday.

It was exactly three days from now, not that she cared anyway. She put the calendar back and was about to head to her room to change when she noticed bright head lights approaching as she stood near the window. She turned and squinted her eyes, trying to recognize whose car was it. She grimaced upon realizing.

Freddie.

"What the fuck?" She blurted out as she ran down the stairs, straight to the door, swinging it open quickly once she had reached for the handle.

"Thanks for the lift." It was Emily. She gave a timid wave as she watched Freddie's car drive away. She fell into surprise when she turned, seeing Naomi leaning on the threshold with her hands crossed over her chest, looking not pleased at all. "Oh you're home already." She managed to say though.

"You didn't tell me you were going out." Naomi muttered with a hint of accusation evident in her tone.

"I just went to give him my manuscript." Emily explained, stepping inside.

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Since when did dropping manuscripts take almost all day long?"

"He invited me for dinner. I said yes." The red head replied casually.

"Without even telling me?"

"You didn't tell me you were leaving with Effy either." Emily spat back, taking Naomi by surprise.

"T-that's different." The blonde replied, averting her gaze.

Emily snorted. "It's the same Naomi. Besides why are you so wound up? It's not even a date."

"Like I care if it was a date." The blonde blurted out. "What I'm saying is, the paparazzi could be everywhere. Things could easily be misinterpreted."

It took quite a while before Emily could respond, Naomi's words knocking her back to reality. She kind of hoped, the deepest part of her did, that the reason why Naomi was upset was because she was feeling that certain sharp twinge too, like what the red head had been feeling almost the whole day. But she was wrong and she felt sick of herself for even letting a spark of hope instigate inside her.

"Oh, right." She barely whispered, her eyes fixed on her shoes.

"I suppose you're not gonna eat then," Naomi stated. "Just put the pizza on the fridge." With that, she turned around and headed straight to her room.

Emily took two long huffs before going to the kitchen, grabbing the square box from the counter. She lifted the lid and checked the pizza out, letting out a soft groan upon seeing that it was indeed her favorite.

Disorder theory points, way beyond counting possibility.