Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 30
Author: kreia03
Rating: M
Warnings: Swear words.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate that fact. Seriously.
Summary: "But Naomi heard it all, no matter how soft Emily whispered it, she heard it all. And it hit her with a strong blow, the impact making her stomach twist violently, a vile sickening feeling smoldering the back of her tongue."
A/N: Next chap, sorry for the delay guys! Really hope you'd like it. Please comment or review if you got the time. :) Not sure with this chap as well, because I wrote most of it at around 4am lol. *crosses fingers* So please be nice. ^^
Pull away.
She leaned in closer, her shaking hands clutching the hem of Naomi's sleek coat, clinging to it like she's holding on for her dear life.
Pull away.
She held onto the coat tighter as she felt her knees starting to tremble, threatening to give way at any given moment, while she fought to stay upright, to stay standing in place.
Pull away Emily. Just pull the fuck away.
It was a constant battle between her heart and her head, an internal struggle which she couldn't seem to decide upon, her mind telling her to do the right thing it thought was, her body behaving exactly otherwise. Like a push and pull of things, a fight for gaining total control. It was as if the more she thought of pulling away, of stopping herself from responding, the more she would edge closer instead.
Her whole head was spinning in a daze, her thoughts turning hazy by the littlest second passing by as a million words threaded together and formed a thousand questions inside her mind. Yet, the only thing she was capable of caring about was the feel of Naomi's lips against hers, the pleasant sound it made as their lips moved in perfect synch, filling her ears. They were moving in such a manner like they've been doing this since forever, when this, if truth be told, was actually the first time.
It was all so surreal, how this thing was happening all of a sudden, out of nowhere. How the world seemed to have stopped moving, everything around her freezing, turning into one massive blur and she couldn't see anything else as clearly as she could see Naomi.
And Emily would close her eyes again because she really didn't need to see, she just needed to feel.
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It was true then, what most people say, that the strongest emotions push you to do something you never thought you were capable of doing, something you never ever had planned. Push you into a spur of the moment decision, which you might probably regret later on, might. It wasn't what Naomi had exactly in mind, being that her first and foremost intention was to just take Emily away and probably, tell Freddie to sod off. Yet, the moment her eyes met those sparkling brown ones on the other side of the street, something deep inside her ignited all of a sudden, a strong unknown feeling she herself couldn't describe, let alone define. A certain strong emotion that overwhelmed her mind, and she found herself brimming with so much wanting, yearning to touch Emily, feel her, kiss her, the last thought lingering in her head, echoing, chanting over and over.
Kiss Emily. Kiss Emily. Kiss Emily.
Fueled by jealousy, (yes she wasn't denying it anymore, although only to herself) and something else altogether, she found herself practically running down her path, her glorious strutting turning into quick, scrambled strides as she tried to race her way to Emily, knowing too well that someone else was also making his way towards her, trying to beat her to it.
And she wasn't going to back down. Not now.
The torn look on Emily's face and the occasional flicker of her eyes towards Freddie's direction only fired Naomi up, crossing the remaining distance between them in two giant strides, her hands hastily reaching for Emily's delicate fingers and her soft cheek to pull her closer and steady her, before she dipped her head down and claimed Emily's lips.
One brush of ruby red lips against hers and she completely gave up thinking, stopped arguing with her own thoughts, of the pros and of the cons, ceased finding a hundred reasons why she was doing it.
Because things like this need not to have the right reasons, just the right feelings.
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Naomi slowly pulled away from the red head, feeling the need to breathe a lungful of air, her lips pressed in a tight line as she stared at Emily with soft eyes. Her once hard expression was back up but her eyes remained yet the same, warm and glinting. She dropped the hand that was cupping Emily's cheek and backed away for a few steps, though the other hand stayed interlaced with the red head's own, not wanting to let her go completely. She took a deep breath and maintained her distance as she struggled hard to stop herself from leaning in again, the sight of Emily chewing her bottom lip inviting her in.
They stayed ultimately silent for a while, watching each other from under their gazes and heavy lids, the tension between them increasing as the moments passed. Nobody dared to open their mouth to speak, both lips tightly sealed for they were afraid to ask how or why, because none of them knew the answer, the logical reason and explanation above it all. It was like an unwritten rule that they both understood, as if talking about the kiss would break the fragile truce they were both carefully upholding.
"We need to talk." Naomi muttered after a few beats, clearing her throat as she finally broke the uncomfortable silence.
Emily nodded absentmindedly, letting herself be dragged across the street, still feeling a tad bit dizzy and heady from the kiss, her knees still badly shaking and her whole body buzzing. She felt Naomi pull her by the hand and held her in tow, obliging without any reservations or objections, her mind still too hazy to form any coherent stream of questions, as much as asking and voicing them out.
A worried, guilt-stricken glance down Freddie's direction and Emily was knocked back to her senses.
She reluctantly pulled her hand away from Naomi's tight hold, stopping midway of their walk. The blonde turned around with a baffled expression on her face. She quickly averted her gaze, unable to meet Naomi's questioning eyes, her brown orbs falling on a now Freddie-less pavement, with only the bouquet of roses left lying on the floor, its petals scattered almost everywhere. A pang of guilt rushed through her and she could feel herself tearing up a little. This was what she had always feared to happen, breaking Freddie's heart.
"Emily?" Naomi called out, all confused and not to mention, impatient.
"I-I don't think I should go with you." She stuttered as she hung her head low, refusing to meet Naomi's eyes.
"Why not?"
The red head heaved a deep, worried sigh. "Freddie." She barely whispered and shut her eyes tight.
"What about him?" Naomi retorted harshly, like every mention of his name was sending her into an unexplainable frenzy.
"I-I can't leave him." Emily paused, taking a series of gulps before speaking again. "I can't just leave him like that."
Naomi snorted and a loud huff escaped her lips. "Why do you care about him so much?" She spat out, her voice rising up another notch.
Emily blew out an exasperated breath and closed her eyes, attempting to calm herself down. She was tired of fighting with Naomi, too tired of the endless bickering and shouting between them. "Because he's my friend." The red head looked up and fluttered her eyes open, her gaze falling on the blonde as she felt a certain spark of courage inside her.
Naomi just can't talk about Freddie like that. It was just unfair.
"Because he's never left me when, when—" She watched as the expectant look on Naomi's face turn into a scowl that was furrowing deeper on her forehead. "When you told me that I was nothing to you." She closed her eyes once more, her voice wavering as she felt her heart breaking all over again while she recalled and forced out the words. She swallowed hard to push back the lump that had formed on her throat, her arms instantaneously wrapping around herself as she felt the cool breezy night turn icy cold, shudders running up and down her spine. "That I'm nothing to you." She whispered breathlessly as she continued, the words spoken out almost inaudible. "He was always there when you weren't. He never kept me waiting."
But Naomi heard it all, no matter how soft Emily whispered it, she heard it all. And it hit her with a strong blow, the impact making her stomach twist violently, a vile sickening feeling smoldering the back of her tongue. Her eyes grew wide with shock and surprise but her stern face didn't falter, she tried not to, not even a subtle wince. She could feel her breath hitching little by little, the rise and fall of her chest getting shallower and faster.
She never meant to say it, God knows she never meant to.
"Emily I-I." The blonde stammered, her hand hesitantly reaching out for Emily's own. "Look, I didn't mean to—"She spat a tad bit harsh while she tried to explain, though she never intended for it to sound that way.
"I'm tired Naomi." Emily exhaled wearily and shook her head at the blonde, uncrossing her arms and dropping it to her sides. "I'm tired of us fighting all the time."
"I didn't, I mean, I never meant to—" Naomi spoke haltingly, struggling to push the words out of her mouth, though she was failing. She didn't even know where to start, what to say first. "Shit!" She cursed under her breath as she let her fingers run through her hair, her palm sliding down to slap her forehead as she tried to get a grip of herself, while the red head watched her with an expectant yet baffled expression. "I'm not—I'm not used to someone waiting for me okay?" Naomi spoke after a few beats. "Someone who's getting worried about me and calling me immediately if ever I run late."
Emily's forehead folded into a crease."What do you mean?"
"I'm not really used to explaining myself to someone whenever I'm late." The blonde averted her gaze, lowering her head to hide the sudden blush fast spreading across her cheeks, a blush out of deep chagrin. "I find it hard." She watched the red head from under her lids, Emily's now straight face encouraging her to go on. "I-I'm sorry, you know, if I kept you waiting most of the time."
Emily's lips curled up to the side and answered with a half nod, but didn't speak any further, her eyes falling everywhere except at the blonde. She could feel Naomi's blue eyes boring on her, her wide stares burning her skin, sinking in. But she couldn't bring herself to meet Naomi's eyes. She was too afraid to give anything away, too afraid that with just one look, her resolve would break. She wasn't sure if she was ready to forgive her, albeit having a huge part of her that just couldn't stay mad at Naomi too long. But she wanted to be angry at her, to let her know how much she was hurt that night, and up until now.
"Emily."
She didn't look at her, continued to stare blankly at somewhere else instead.
"Em listen—" She could hear Naomi heaving a deep sigh, could hear the pleading in her voice, could see her hesitating to reach out to her at the corner of her eyes. "What I said that night."
"What about it?"
"I didn't mean it." Naomi shook her head gently. "Not even a single word."
"And?"
"Y-you—" She paused for a while and pressed her lips in a tight line, taking a few deep breaths before she continued, her hands clutching the hem of her coat. "I'm only gonna say this once yeah?" She took one huge gulp and darted her tongue out to lick her drying lips.
"What?" Emily asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"You mean something." The blonde barely whispered, her eyes trained towards Emily. "You do mean something to me."
The red head snapped her head quickly, her gaze returning back to Naomi with wide, surprised eyes. "What?" She blurted out as her eyes squinted, her heart thumping loud on her chest. She heard what she said, heard every word exactly, but she needed to make sure, just this once, she needed to make sure of it.
"I told you I'm only gonna say it once." Naomi retorted and rolled her eyes. "I'm not gonna repeat myself."
"Ugh. You're unbelievable." Emily turned on her heels and started to walk away, her head shaking with utter disbelief. She was tired of playing games with Naomi, of putting her heart on the line.
The blonde quickly launched herself when she saw Emily leaving, catching the red head's wrist just in time. She was starting to develop this certain fear of seeing Emily walk away from her, like she'd disappear from her sight completely and she'd never see her again. She held her gently but firmly, and turned her around. "No, you're not gonna leave again." She blurted out with enough conviction, her eyes glaring wide. "You're not going anywhere."
"Wherever I go is my decision." The red head retorted as she tried to yank her hand away from Naomi's grip a couple of times, giving up eventually for the blonde's hold was inescapable.
"Why are you still mad at me?" Naomi cried out, her fingers circling tighter whenever Emily tried to wriggle away. "I said I'm sorry right?"
"It's not that easy alright?" Emily answered back. "It's not that easy to forget." She swallowed hard and tipped her head upwards to push back her stinging tears. She hated remembering that night, hated the surge of pain that would course through her every time she remembered.
Naomi slowly loosened her grip against Emily's wrist, her fingertips brushing downwards to the red head's fingers. "I really am sorry Emily. I really am." She murmured. "What do I need to do for you to believe me? Do you want me to drop on my knees to beg you?"
"What?" Emily hissed. "Jesus! No! What are you even talking about?"
"Then why won't you believe me?" The blonde asked anxiously.
"I never said that I don't believe you yeah?"
"So why are you still mad at me?"
"I'm not mad. I'm, I'm—" The red head grimaced, her nose scrunching up as she screwed her eyes shut and blew out a weary breath. "What do you really want from me Naomi? Why are you suddenly telling me these things?"
"Because—" Naomi licked her lips twice, blinking a few times as she swallowed for the umpteenth time that night, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. "B-because I want you back."
"Back where?"
"At the house." Naomi softly whispered, averting her gaze at once as she felt the hotness spread across her cheeks.
"I thought you wanted to live alone?" Emily's brow shot up. "You wanted me out of the house before right?" She watched as Naomi's lips quivered frantically, her mouth opening but closing again as she tried to answer. "Now I'm out, you've got what you want. Why would you ask me to go back?"
"Because it's kind of, it's kind of—"
"Kind of what?"
"Lonely." Naomi mumbled sheepishly. "I mean, it's, you know, too quiet." She quickly tore her gaze away from Emily, completely missing the stifled smile pulling up on her lips.
"Then go turn on the telly or something." Emily replied as she struggled to keep a straight face, hating how Naomi's little words could turn her frown into a wide smile.
"It's not the same." She shook her head, her lips curling on the side. "It's different when there are real people in there."
"Invite somebody else then."
"Why are you making this so hard for me Emily?" Naomi retorted all of a sudden. "I'm trying my best here yeah? Because I really mean it."
"See, see." The red head answered back, standing for herself. "That's what I mean. You've got too many mood swings that I can't get the hang of it." She lifted her forefinger to emphasize her point. "You get mad too easily."
"What?" The blonde exclaimed in disbelief. "I don't have mood swings!"
"Ask your Mum then!"
Naomi huffed out loud, her face pulling off on different directions, out of annoyance. "Look Emily, will you just come home with me?"
"I'll have to think about it." The red head replied nonchalantly.
"What?"
"You heard me. I said I'll have to think about it."
"Don't be such a prick." Naomi snapped back.
"And I'm the prick now?" Emily hissed. "Christ, I really can't believe you sometimes."
A low groan escaped from Naomi's throat as she fell into a fit of grumbles. She turned around for a few seconds, heaving deep breaths to calm herself down. They didn't need another fight, another fuel to add to the fire. She counted up to ten seconds inside her head before turning around to face the red head again. "I'm sorry for calling you a prick."
"Are you drunk?" Emily blurted out, her eyes narrowing as she eyed the blonde skeptically. "Are you on drugs?"
"What the fuck?" Naomi buried her face in her hands, scrunching it altogether. "Emily, I'm trying to be serious here."
"Why are you suddenly so kind?"
A series of miffed groans resonated in the blonde's throat, her hand flying to pinch the bridge of her nose. "I'm losing my patience Emily."
"You're the one asking a favor here." The red head replied, sounding all smug.
"Are you coming home with me or what?" Naomi bellowed, making Emily flinch.
"I told you, I need to think about it."
"Fuck this." The blonde shouted, her hands flailing in the air. She turned around, hailed a cab that had just passed by, opened the door before scurrying back to where Emily was standing. "You leave me no choice Emily." She muttered in between her gnashing teeth as she scooped the red head in her arms, catching Emily by surprise, and shoved her inside the cab while she ignored her screams and squirms. She hopped in as well and instructed the driver as she slammed the car door shut.
This was why nobody dared to mess with Naomi Campbell. It was a tacit rule. She'd always win.