A/N: This story is just a few ideas i've been playing with :)

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Shooting for the stars:

Edward's P.O.V:

I woke up to the sound of shouting.

Just a normal day in the life of Edward Cullen. The shouts were coming from the fans and paparazzi that were currently camped outside my hotel, stalking me. I loved being famous, I loved that people recognised me for my work but sometimes it just all got a little too much. Like last week when I was coming out of a bar, a woman literally jumped on my back and tried to strangle me. Like I said, sometimes it just all gets a little too much.

I had what every 23 year old man wanted, money, fame, alcohol and sex and yet I wasn't happy. I loved my work but part of me would always want to give it up, to go back to being the unknown son of doctor Carlisle Cullen and the designer Esme Cullen, but there was no going back.

I was here in London to promote my latest film, Eclipse. There were hundreds of rumours going around that I was dating my co-star. Which were totally not the truth and it was really getting me down. How did these people think that they could invade my life like this? Nothing I did was a secret. Despite all the fame and money I was still a simple man at heart, I yearned for a girl who would love me and look after me but I could never have that. The fame just wouldn't allow it.

So that left me 23 years old and single. Yeah life's a ball.

I loved my family dearly but I was also very jealous of them. My parent's had each other, my sister, Alice, had her boyfriend, Jasper, and my brother Emmett had his wife, Rosalie. Me? I had myself.

Which I guess wasn't so bad, I was good looking, intelligent and I never had an argument with myself.

Yeah I was the perfect girlfriend for myself.

My phone started vibrating so I picked it up and looked at it, it was Alice.

"Hello?" I answered, bracing myself for the squeal.

"Edward!" She cried, bursting my ear drum. Why couldn't my parent's have got a dog instead of giving Emmett and I a sister?

"Alice I don't know what time it is there in New York but here in England it's barely 8 O'clock, so could you please keep your voice down."

"Sorry Edward but Jasper just proposed to me."

I was happy for my sister, of course I was, but that familiar feeling of jealousy rose in my stomach. Alice was barely 20 and already she had found her soul mate. Her career wasn't going too badly either, she was close to having her own clothing line.

"That's great Alice I'm really happy for you. Now could I please go back to sleep?"

I knew I was being short with my sister but I really didn't want to stay on the line and listen to how happy she was feeling, I already felt depressed enough as it was.

"Yeah sure. Bye Edward."

"Bye Alice."

I threw the phone down on the bed next to me and fell back into the pile of pillows. Would the world really miss me if I stayed in my hotel room all day and cried?

Of course I knew I couldn't, I had lots of interviews to get on with but right now all I wanted was to have a pity party for myself. I finally made myself climb off of the comfortable bed and headed towards the en-suit.

I would be going home tomorrow. I had a brief two weeks break in my hectic schedule and I was planning on spending it with my family. Although after the news I'd just received from Alice I was beginning to think even two hours would be too much time spent with my family. At least Alice was happy, ever since she had been a tiny child she had been planning her wedding. She now had the chance to live her dream and I was living mine. Throughout my childhood I had always said I was going to be a famous actor and here I was, a famous actor.

Yeah my dream wasn't what I thought it would be when I was ten years old. It was far from.

I was always surrounded by so many people and yet I felt so alone. No one really understood me, 'friends' wanted to be friends because of who I was. No one was genuine around me. My family were the only ones I had who loved me for me.

Yeah they annoyed the shit out of me but they had stood by me throughout my who life and I wasn't about to let them down now.

I would finish today's interviews and then fly home to meet my family and celebrate Alice's engagement.

Whatever happened I would not let them know how much fame was getting to me.

They wanted me to be happy so I would be happy for them.

Bella's P.O.V:

I stood outside the hotel, in which the Edward Cullen was supposed to be staying. It was freezing outside and pretty close to snow and yet here I stood with my D-SLR in one hand and my mobile in the other. I was texting my best friend, Jessica, telling her how much I hated my job.

I had never wanted to become a member of the paparazzi hit squad, my dream had been to be a magazine editor, but this was the only job the magazine had going. So I had decided that maybe I could work my way up the ladder, if I impressed the right people.

I hated taking picture's of these supposed 'celebrities', it only made their heads bigger. They were just normal people like myself but they had been given advantages to succeed that none of us other mere mortals had received.

Some times life just sucked.

Jessica text me back instantly, she loved bitching about my job just as much as I did. I had to laugh at what she had put, she had asked me to get her a picture of Edward Cullen's ass. Yeah Like I was going to get that. Like I'd give him to satisfaction of knowing I was looking at his ass. Not that he'd notice anyway.

I knew Edward Cullen must be about to walk out of the hotel because about three bodyguards stepped out of the front doors and surveyed the area. I used my height to my advantage and pushed and ducked past people to get near to the front. I was going to get this picture even if it killed me, my whole career was based on it.

Edward Cullen emerged from the building looking rather good, not that I'd ever say that aloud. I despised all celebrities.

Cullen was wearing faded jeans with holes in them and a chunky knit cardigan. It looked good on him.

I shook my head to get rid of the appalling thoughts, clearly I was sickening for something. Edward Cullen was not hot. I quickly scooped up my camera and lunged towards Cullen, snapping frantically. I wasn't alone, all of the paparazzi were behind me. From where I was positioned I knew I must have gotten a fairly good shot of him, so as the bodyguard advanced towards me I quickly darted out of his way and ran towards my car. I had to get this picture back to the magazine.

I jumped into my old beaten up truck, it was all I could afford, and raced down the motorway to get back to the office. I burst into my boss' office and all but threw my memory card at her.

"Here's the pictures of Edward Cullen." I said, feeling rather smug with myself.

I sat on the chair in front of her desk and tapped the arms of the chair with impatience. Angela's opinion was crucial. If she thought I was good she could get me into any job I wanted. I just had to impress her.

I watched Angela's facial expression's, as she flicked through the photo's I'd just given her, she wasn't giving anything away.

"Miss Swan, these are really good." She said, looking up from her computer screen and smiling at me.

"Thank you."

Yes this was it! She was going to realise I was worth more then taking picture's of stupid celebrities whose head's were too far stuck up their….

I was interrupted by Angela saying something.

"In fact these are so good I want you to become Edward Cullen's personal photographer for this magazine."

Shit.

Had she just said what I thought she just said?

That's nuts. The guys doesn't need a 'personal photographer.'

"Uhmm, thank you Angela but I really don't want to be a photographer. I just want to become an editor."

"Bella if you spend a year, maximum, photographing Edward Cullen you will have shown your dedication to me and I'll be more then happy to promote you to editor."

Wow, how could I turn that down?

21 years old and in a years time I could be editor of the 3rd most read magazine in England. There was no way I could turn her offer down.

"I'll do it." I said, internally hitting myself.

I opened the door to my father's house and went straight to my bedroom, my father was still at work. He wasn't going to be happy when I told him I was going to be tailing a celebrity, he shared my view of celebrities. I would have to follow Cullen wherever he went and take picture's of him, all my expenses would be paid by the magazine. I would get to see a bit of the world while working towards my dream job, maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would be.

I booted up my Sony VAIO and logged into my email account to check for Angela's email, she was emailing me Edward's schedule. Well his schedule which he released to the press. I hit the download button and bit my nails while waiting for the document to download.

Stupid slow internet connection.

When the document finally downloaded I eagerly and impatiently opened it up and began scanning through the hectic schedule. I was going to be going all over the world.

Bloody hell.

My heart skidded to a halt and skipped a beat as I finally registered what was going on. I peeked at the schedule to confirm what I'd expected. In a days time, twenty four hours, I would be travelling to the USA and I wouldn't be back in England for five months according to this schedule.

Could I really leave my home for that long?

Sure it would be an experience but I would be practically stalking a guy. I didn't even agree with it myself but it's what I need to do to get my dream. Edward Cullen was already living his dream so why shouldn't I use him to get to live my dream?