I've had this idea for a while but I'm not too sure how well it'll plan out. But I'm going to try!

Disclaimer: Just wish that I own it.. Buuut I don't.

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The flight from New York to London was seven hours too long. I knew I had promised Alice I would go on this trip. However, when I had agreed I had stupidly drank half my body weight in wine and was convinced it would never happen.

It happened. And I was not happy about it. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against England or the people there I just had better things to do. I had tried to explain that I had work waiting at the firm. In which Alice nicely reminded me I was a secretary and not that important. Huh.

So because of my unimportance, I am sitting in-between Alice and some man that thinks he's too special to tear the cell phone away from his ear for more than thirty seconds. Can't you get cancer from that?

"You excited yet?" Alice asked breaking me from her thoughts. She was bouncing in her seat. Again. We must be close to landing.

"Not in the least," I replied with a glare.

"Oh come on, B. It's going to be fun. Just think of all the things we can do there. And the shopping!" When I didn't answer she continued. "Oh lighten up a little. We'll land, check in, and run straight to the hotel happy hour." Well that did make it a little better. She turned back to the flight movie knowing she had me. We stayed this way for the rest of the descent towards two weeks of wine induced misery.

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We landed with no problems- except for me having a death grip on Alice's arm. So I don't like flying. Don't judge me. We rushed to find our luggage and get the hell out of the airport. Alice went to call Jasper to let him know we landed safely. Alice and Jasper were the couple everyone was jealous of. They knew each other like the back of their hands, did everything together and almost never fought. They didn't have to have any form of PDA and you would still feel embarrassed to look at them. Like you were always ruining a big, sweet, tooth aching moment. And even though both of them were my best friends, I hated to be around them when they were all couple-y.

I walk over to the airport's coffee shop waiting for the phone call to end. Sitting down, I found a magazine someone had left and started idly flipping through it.

"Now, what's a pretty girl like you doing here by yourself?" I looked up to the owner of the smooth British voice and I'm almost positive my jaw dropped. Only an inch or too. I hope. Why, hello there. While I sat there with fish mouth he started chuckling softly. Oh, chuckle again. Oh God. I'm a hormonal, sex deprived teenager again. Damn sexy British dude..

"I, um, I'm just waiting.. For a friend," I managed to force out.

"I see. Well, do you mind if I just sit here while your waiting?" He asked pointing to the chair next to me.

"Yes. I mean no!" I cleared my throat. For the fifth time. "No, I don't mind go ahead."

He chuckled again and slowly sat down, like I was going to change my mind. Ha. I mean jeez, do I seem stupid? Wait. Don't answer that. We had only been sitting there for a few minutes- most of those minutes consisting of me blatantly staring at him- when Alice popped back up and decided right then it was time to scope out our hotel.

"Bye.. Umm, I didn't quite catch your name."

"Oh, me? It's Swan. Um, Bella. Swan," I stumbled through.

"Nice to meet you, Bella Swan." He said laughing. "I'm Edward, by the way."

And cool, calm smooth and collected me did that stupid nervous smile and wave. Yep. That's it. Thankfully Alice pulled me away from that screw-ary right after that.

"And just who was that, Miss. Double-oh-Nada?" Alice questioned once we were a safe distance away from Edward. Ugh, here we go. Stupid nosey, no good pixie.

"Just someone who needed a seat. And my table was the only one with a seat left."

"Bella.. There were seven other tables with free seats. Don't try to pull that on me."

I just sighed in response. This was going to be a long night.

We had come to a compromise. Alice was dolling me up and we were strutting the town. Well, strutting until we got to the club she was forcing me to. I didn't even know they had clubs. Isn't that an American thing. You know, the whole 'let's go get wasted, dance with random guys, and go back to their place and cross your fingers you wake up before them'? Not that I've ever done that. I just hear things. But I digress.

As we walked into the club, I was attacked by bright, pulsing lights and the smell of alcohol and sweat. I'm sure you can gather it doesn't smell all that good..

Alice made a bee line to the bar, pulling me along with her. She flashed her bright, manipulating smile at the bartender and asked for patrons shot, and to keep them coming. First night here, and she wants to be snookered. I'm pretty sure there's a problem there. Oh, well.

I however, decided that I don't mind building a nice, big haze of alcohol seeing as I'm going to be here a while.

I was about my fourth shot in when I heard that amazingly familiar voice.

"Fancy meeting you here." I tured to see Edward- Eduardo. Ha.. Eduardo. Oh, Jesus. He laughed lightly, probably and my.. Well whatever I am.

"Hey, there Eduardo. How's it hangin'?" He laughed again, louder this time. Did I say that out loud? Nah, I didn't say that out loud..

"I'm here celebrating my friends, actually." Shit. I said that out loud.

"Nice," was my only reply. I'm trying my best not to make a fool of myself. Even more that I just did.

"Mhm. But I'm glad I found you here, Beautiful Bella. They're getting a little too 'hands on' for my taste, if you understand?"

Oh, I understand alright. I wouldn't mind getting a little 'hands on with you.

"So," he continued since I was too busy ogling to give a response, " what brings you here?

"Me?" Yes, you. Dumbass. " Oh, um, Alice is celebrating her first night on the town. I was just dragged with her."

"Well then maybe you wouldn't mind staying with me?" He asked. Oooh, he's smooth.

"I wouldn't mind at all, actually." He just smiled and pulled me out onto the dance floor. Now, I feel I must warn that I cannot dance. At all. I have been diagnosed by everyone that I have too left feet and should stay away when a dancing opportunity arises. However, with six- seven?- shots of patron now in my system.. I'm ready to rock his socks off.

After I showed off my dancing skills, or lack there of, who really knows, I don't remember the rest of the night. I had been stealing shots off of the trays of waitresses passing by and then it gets a little blurry.

The last thing I remember is Eduardo.. Lips and.. Nakedness… Ugh.

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I really wish I hadn't woken up. My head hurts, my mouth is fuzzy and the light is too goddamn bright. I kept my eyes closed while trying to take in my surroundings. Well, I'm in a bed. A very soft bed, that definitely doesn't feel like a hotel. I slowly shifted my hand across the sheets. Holy shit! That's a hand. Not mine either, unless a third one grew during the night. Who knows? It could happen. I've seen Oprah.

Wait. Why am I naked? I popped open my other eye and slowly turned my head. Slowly because the room was decided to spin without me moving at all. However all spinning stopped when I looked next to me.

Well what's this. There was a guy next to me. Naked. And go ahead a guess- just guess- who that guy was.

Damn sexy British dudes..

And that's when I scream.

Thank you for reading! I apologize in advance for all the British stuff I'll probably get wrong…I'm American and have never actually been to England as sad as that is. So just bare with me: )

R&R. Next chapter should be soon.