Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 27

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Swear words.

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

Summary: "Creative." She fell into a snigger. "Very creative." She scrolled the page down a tad bit as she read the first few sentences of the web article written about her and the fight, which is actually more of a confrontation, really, rolling her eyes upon finishing the first two paragraphs. "Figured I'd be compared to the other Campbell again."

A/N: Next chapter :) Enjoy guys! Thanks for all the comments and reviews!

Thomas kicked the marbled floor and let his swivel chair spin around a couple of times, his fingers smoothening out the lines of his already crumpled forehead as he exhaled worn out, aggravated sighs. He clasped his hands together as soon as his chair stopped swiveling, and pressed them along his already pursed lips, with his elbows propping on both arm rests. He turned his gaze and stared at Naomi who was seated directly opposite him, looking rather unperturbed and uninterested, slouching on her own chair as they both sat in silence inside the conference room.

"You're everywhere." He broke, muttering sardonically with a rather annoyed grin plastered on his face.

Naomi rolled her eyes. "How bad is it this time?" She asked casually, like, things like these usually happen and really, by now Thomas should have probably been used to it.

He leaned closer to the huge wooden table and stretched out his hand to press the blinking red button on the intercom, his eyes trained on Naomi even as he stooped a little as he spoke. "Let them in Pandora." He drawled out, surprisingly. Naomi was a bit apprehensive about Thomas' unusual calmness because normally, at times like these, he would have 'gone ape' as Panda liked to put it.

Plus, Thomas calling Panda by her whole name was never a good sign.

The conference doors swung open and surprise filled the blonde model's features as she watched the people coming in. There were a mere ten people who had entered and lined up inside the room, half of them holding laptops and the other half, piles of newspapers. Thomas snapped his fingers and gestured them to arrange their stuff on top of the table in a straight queue. They moved one by one and carefully placed the items, the laptops first, all facing Naomi. The newspapers followed, stacking them all up in one high pile.

"Thank you." Thomas stated calmly. "You may now leave." He turned to the blonde. "Will you look at those Naomi?"

Naomi inhaled deeply and shuffled on her seat as she extended one hand to reach for one of the laptops, pulling it closer to her. She bit her lip as she scrolled the page down, her eyes almost popping out when she finally saw the several images posted on the website. One was of her and Freddie standing face to face, obviously bickering about something, their furious expressions giving everything away. There were a couple of her and Effy taken while they were seated on the bar stools, laughing together. The last few pictures were of Emily and Freddie, with Emily leaning closer to Freddie, like she was whispering to him.

And it was the only picture that managed to instigate something inside her, a spark of jealousy kindling as she felt her stomach twist and turn violently into knots. She shifted again to lean even closer, her lips pressed in one tight line as she clicked image per image.

"I suggest you read it." Thomas interrupted, much to her comfort, the tiny spark igniting all her emotions together with anger rising on top, the photos with Freddie in it infuriating her even more.

She scrolled the page back up, snorting real loud when she read the title.

Naomi Campbell the 2nd.

"Creative." She fell into a snigger. "Very creative." She scrolled the page down a tad bit as she read the first few sentences of the web article written about her and the fight, which is actually more of a confrontation, really, rolling her eyes upon finishing the first two paragraphs. "Figured I'd be compared to the other Campbell again."

Thomas' blank expression remained unchanged at Naomi's remarks. Finally rising from his swivel chair, he made his way around the conference table and stood before the pile of newspapers, right beside Naomi. "Those laptops you see have five different websites in it, all of them blogging about the incident that happened."

"It wasn't a big deal Thomas." The blonde scowled. "Just a small confrontation, that's it."

"Anything that involves you Naomi is a big deal." Thomas countered, his voice rising a few notches up and his straight face finally faltering. "Apparently, you don't realize how famous you are." He took one newspaper and unfolded it, slamming it in front of the blonde, the loud thud making her jump a little. "The newspaper headlines are another story."

"Jesus Christ." She blurted out as she read the title, screaming in massive black bold prints.

Third parties cause of break up?

Like the websites, a photo of her and Effy as well as of Emily and Freddie were printed along with the article and was right on the front page. According to the caption placed under the images, Effy and Freddie were the ones referred to as the rumored third parties that might have caused the break up between her and Emily. Naomi sunk down wearily on her swivel chair and shut her eyes, perfectly aware of Thomas' burning stares getting under her skin. She could hear him moving beside her, his footsteps fainting by the second as he walked back and slumped on his own chair.

"Did you two really break up?"

"No." She answered firmly. It was the truth anyway. "We had a massive fight and she moved out—"

"She moved out?" Thomas broke off with a shout. "Naomi do you realize what could happen if the media finds out?"

"I know Thomas." She replied wearily. "Believe me I know."

Thomas lifted his hands and placed them above his head. "Then why aren't you doing anything to fix it?"

"It's not that easy." She blew out a deep breath. "I don't even know who's at fault."

"Look Naomi." He paused, placing his hands on the table. "I don't want to meddle with your personal life. It's none of my business." He continued, watching Naomi intently under his gaze. "But fix these things before they go completely out of hand."

The blonde nodded half-heartedly. "I'll see what I can do Thomas."

"That is all." He replied, turning his chair from Naomi to face the wall behind him. "You may now leave. I think I need a little break. And oh, a piece of advice."

Naomi stopped on her tracks and slowly turned around, waiting expectantly for Thomas to continue.

"You don't always have to follow what's on your head. Sometimes it's your heart that tells you what's right."

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"JJ!" Emily called out from the kitchen as she was just drying the last plate she had washed. "I'm going out today."

"To Freddie's?" Came JJ's muffled reply from the living room.

"Yeah." She answered. "We're going to talk about my synopsis." She moved away from the sink and slipped out of the apron, hooking it behind the kitchen door. She was just about to go back to her room to get changed when she heard JJ call her name as she passed by him.

"Emily, I think you might want to watch this before you go out."

"Why?"

He cocked his head and pointed towards the telly where the news had just started to air. She turned to face the screen and slipped beside her best friend as she watched with a raised eyebrow and a crumpled forehead.

"For our show business news, blonde model Naomi Campbell was seen on a club late last night getting into a heated argument with her male friend turned arch enemy Freddie McLair. Sources say that the two were arguing about a certain female whom most presume is Campbell's girlfriend or ex-girlfriend, Emily Fitch."

Emily and JJ exchanged shock glances before turning their attention back to the news as the anchorwoman continued.

"An anonymous source sent us a video of the said incident which we will be showing to the viewers, right after this break."

"What happened?" It was JJ, shifting on his seat as soon as the adverts started to air.

Emily shook her head exceedingly. "I don't know JJ. I don't even know that something like this happened." She paused, thinking deeply about the said night, her eyes bulging wide when something flicked in her memory. "I think I remember." She mumbled.

"What?"

"When I went back from the loo last night, Freddie wasn't there where I left him. I found him standing near the dance floor and he seemed like he was looking at something or someone."

"You think it's Naomi then?" JJ asked.

"I think so." She answered hesitantly. "When I told him that I was looking for him, he asked me if I just got back and if I saw somebody." Both she and JJ fell into silence, their gazes down on the floor as they separately worked things out on their minds.

"We definitely have to see the video Emily." He watched as Emily acquiesced with a half nod, their attentions returning to the screen once the last advert had finished airing.

"And as promised, the controversial video taken last night. Here it is."

The red head watched in complete shock and surprise when the short video started playing on the screen, her eyes almost popping out and her mouth hanging agape as she tried to listen to the strained words and read the subtitles displayed below. She could clearly make out Naomi's form, her back turned from the camera or whatever it was that was taking the video, her fingers balling into fists as she waited for Freddie's rant to finish.

"But I'm not gonna hold back anymore."

She quickly covered her face with her hand, scrunching it all together as she exhaled a worn out breath. Suddenly, something clicked on her mind. The phone conversation Naomi once mentioned and now the argument in the club. It was all about her.

This clearly was going to be a big problem.

She sprang up to her feet at once and headed straight to the door, not bothering to finish the news or even change clothes anymore.

"Emily where are you going?" JJ stood up as well and ran towards the red head. "I'm sure the press is hunting you down now!" He exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Calm down JJ. They're not gonna kill me yeah?" She rolled her eyes. "I need to have a word with Freddie." She muttered in a serious tone. "Because this shouldn't happen."

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Naomi scurried on her way down the huge lobby, bolting straight towards the rotating doors, her massive, dark sunglasses already in place to hide her eyes. Her pristine blue orbs that always gave her identity away. Most of the time, it's her eyes that were recognized first by almost everyone she came across with, eventually becoming as her trademark and her biggest asset in the modeling industry. She nodded at the two black suited men hovering outside, escorting her on her way out in return, just in case some reporter planned to assault her with riling questions and take endless candid pictures. As soon as she got to her car, she thanked the men and was about to hop in when a flash of red hair caught her eyes from across the street, directly opposite of the building where she just got out. She removed her sunglasses at once to take a good look, her eyes narrowing as she tried to see if it really was whom she was thinking. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw a black haired guy escort the red head, the two of them hopping into his car.

"Freddie." She murmured acerbically, like his name was burning her tongue.

She wasted no time when she saw his car drive off, stepping into her own as fast as she could. She floored the gas pedal and turned right on the corner where Freddie's car turned, slowing down a tad bit to maintain a fair distance away from them so she could go unnoticed.

She had never been thankful that her car windows were heavily tinted.

She trailed behind Freddie's car without losing her distance, sometimes cutting across other automobiles and switching lanes to keep anybody from noticing her and what she was doing. Though while driving, her mind was working out reasons why she was acting like a right arsehole and was snooping around when it wasn't any of her business at all. Part of her wanted to stop what she was doing, because she couldn't find any bloody reason why she was doing it in the first place. But a bigger part of her wanted to keep her driving, to keep following them until she's sure that Emily was no longer with Freddie and that she's safe home, wherever she was staying.

"Jesus!" She shrieked, stepping on the breaks instantaneously to stop her car from colliding with the one in front of her. She heaved a sigh of relief and shook her head. No bloody thinking while driving.

When Freddie's car pulled up into a parking space, she waited for a few beats until he and Emily were out and already walking ahead to the park's entrance. Once she was sure that she's safe to follow, she pulled up as well with a fair distance away from Freddie's space, and hopped out, her glasses back on but now with a matching hat to somehow conceal her face. With one last check on the mirror, she scrambled onto her feet and craned her neck carefully so as to not get busted while she searched for them.

Mission Impossible: The Naomi Campbell version.

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"So what do you want to talk to me about?"

Emily looked around, her eyes roaming at the whole park. "Are you sure it's safe to talk here?" She grimaced as she saw an awful lot of people strolling everywhere.

"I'm sure it is." Freddie replied confidently, his hands pursed on his back pockets. "There are too many people. They'd hardly notice us." He walked over an empty spot and patted the space next to him, beckoning Emily to sit. "So?" He smiled warmly.

Emily brought her gaze down and fixed her eyes on her shoes, the blush fast spreading across her cheeks even if she was just thinking about what she would say. She dragged out a long sigh as she bit her lip, before lifting her head and turning to Freddie who was looking at her quizzically. "I came to talk to you about what happened in the club last night." She watched as Freddie's face grimace with unease, urging her to go on. "Freddie, why didn't you tell me?" She blurted out, her voice full of accusation.

"Tell you what?"

"I saw the video Freddie." She shook her head at him. "Don't pretend nothing happened."

"Emily, look." He twisted on his seat, so he was face to face with the red head. "About the argument—"

"I've heard it all yeah?" Emily broke him off. "And I appreciate that you're standing up for me. But why didn't you tell me?"

He swallowed hard and lifted his hand to his nape, looking at Emily sheepishly from under his lids. "I didn't know what to tell you." He answered sincerely. "And I thought it might upset you, you know. If I told you."

"Freddie." She drawled out along with a sigh. "Really, I appreciate what you did. It's just that, that I need to know these things too, you know." She paused as he agreed with a nod.

"Right."

"You and Naomi are friends. You shouldn't be fighting."

"I know." He hesitated for a few beats. "But we can't help it. I can't help it." He cried out, putting much weight on the 'I' part to stress his point. "We both want the same thing, the same girl."

Emily let out a sad laugh, averting her gaze from Freddie as his eyes started to bore into hers and she couldn't take it. She couldn't look into his eyes without feeling guilty, because Freddie didn't know the truth, he didn't know about the contract, about the whole 'pretending' scheme. It wasn't fair to him to fight for her when she'd been lying to him all along. It wasn't right. "Don't Freddie." She whispered breathlessly.

"Don't what?"

"Don't ruin your friendship over something like this." She shut her eyes tight. "Please." She felt a pair of fingers slide under her chin, her head being turned into a particular direction, Freddie's softened eyes the first one she met when her own eyes fluttered open.

"I can't promise you that Emily."

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Naomi had been watching the two from behind a bush ever since they had sat down on that empty spot, her legs folded into a squat. She angled her head to a position where she could see them and hear them talking clearly as well, yet without being noticed at all. She'd grimace from time to time especially when it was Freddie who was speaking, her heart unexplainably skipping a beat when it was Emily's voice that was ringing in her ears. She leaned in closer to be able to hear much clearer, her forehead folding into a crease as she tried to make out the rest of the exchange of words coming out from the two.

"Don't ruin your friendship over something like this. Please"

"I can't promise you that Emily."

She couldn't help but snort and roll her eyes, her lips mimicking Freddie's exact same words. "Oh please." She mumbled ever so softly, afraid to make a single sound that might give her away. She shifted her weight on one heel, her neck craning carefully when everything seemed to have turned into a complete silence, Freddie and Emily ceasing to talk. She shuffled on her place a little and spied once again, her eyes growing wide as her mouth hung agape at the sight.

Freddie was leaning in closer with his hand under Emily's chin.

Her mouth closed and open like that of a fish's as her mind tried to work something out because she didn't like what she was seeing one bit. She knew it wasn't any of her business, but she felt like she had to do something about it and fast. Her heart started beating frantically in her chest, thumping out loud like it wanted to break out from where it was placed. Freddie was getting closer by the millisecond and she was bouncing on her heels as she tried to think of something to do. She wanted him to stop leaning in, wanted him to stay away from Emily, wanted him to get his rough hands off her. "For fuck's sake! Do something Emily!" She murmured almost inaudibly, yet full of fury, as she watched Emily's eyes growing wide as hers, the brown orbs mirroring a glint of shock in them.

It was all that Naomi needed.

Freddie was almost an inch away from the red head when Naomi decided to stop thinking altogether and just act on it. "No, don't!" She shouted out of nowhere and without thinking, definitely startling the two, even herself as she came out of her hiding place. "Oh shit." She bit her lip hard and quickly turned around upon realizing what she did, scrambling to her feet as she began to run away from them, though she couldn't help to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Emily pull away from his hold. She could hear footsteps behind her and she ran even faster, her efforts going to waste when Freddie caught her by the wrist and turned her around without notice.

"What are you doing here Naomi?" He asked without hesitation while he caught his breath. "Are you following us?"

Naomi snorted out loud. "Why am I here?" She retorted, disentangling her hand forcefully from Freddie's grip. "Can I just remind you that this park is a public place and that I can be here anytime I want."

"Right." Freddie fell into a snigger. "So why are you really here?"

"I'm taking a stroll. Am I not allowed to do that now?" She sneered. "Did you buy this place already? Or just that spot over there?"

"So you did follow us, didn't you?"

Naomi opened her mouth for another retort when Emily cut her off. "Will you two just stop it?" The red head cried out. "Christ! You're in the middle of the bloody park! With plenty of people around!"

The blonde found herself pressing her lips in a line, ceasing her retort entirely. Freddie on the other hand murmured a soft "Sorry." to Emily. The red head blew out an exasperated breath before making her way out of the park.

"Emily." She heard Naomi call, to her surprise. She slowly turned around and kept a straight face. "What?" She asked nonchalantly.

"I-I." Naomi stammered, the words all caught up on her tongue. She really had no idea what to say, hadn't been planning to apologize or anything. She just wanted to talk to her and have Emily answer back, just wanted to hear her voice for no particular reason at all.

Just admitting that she wanted it was probably enough reason though.

"What is it Naomi?" Emily asked again, biting.

The blonde softly shook her head. "Nothing." She watched with sad eyes when Emily turned her back completely from her and walked away without any glance, Freddie following her instantaneously.

She wanted to call her again, to stop her from leaving, but she didn't want to add another finger to wrap around her already clenching heart.