HEY! I have major writers block for Moment Like This. SOOO therefore, I opted to publish my EdwardxOC story. Instead of quiting Moment Like This.

Which is on a very short hiatus. : D In other words I hope you enjoy Love Story.

Yes, this story is loosely based off Love Story by Taylor Swift. I just love the song, and I thought

of Edward as the prince doode. : D

Chicago - December 24th, 1917

Hazel Marie Daniels smirked at the window of Marshall Field's. She felt her mother, Rebecca, tap her shoulder lightly. She motioned to a couple that she had been talking with before Hazel had gotten lost in the clothes.

"Oh Hazel, dear, I want you to meet Mr. Edward Masen Sir, and his wife Elizabeth. Edward works with your father." Hazel shook his hand with politeness before turning to his wife.

She had brilliant green eyes. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Hazel Marie." Edward smiled and nodded. Elizabeth was nearly jumping with joy as Hazel spoke.

"The pleasure is all mine, your father, Matthew Daniels, is a wonderful man. It must be dreadful walking the streets without someone pestering you."

Hazel shook her head covering a giggle like her mother had taught her. "Oh no! I adore meeting new people." She looked to her mother who was shooing away a beggar

She smiled to Elizabeth and Edward before digging into her purse. Pulling out her wallet she found at least half of the money she brought to shop. Hazel coughed loudly. The beggar saw a hundred dollar bill behind her back and grinned. He passed by Rebecca and stepped to Hazel's left side to take the money.

"Thank you miss. Thank you so much." She smiled and patted the man's shoulder before he scampered off happily. Rebecca scoffed and pushed Elizabeth into conversation. "How is Edward?"

The couple nodded their heads in pride. "He is doing well. Thinking about which college to attend." He glanced at Hazel. "Yes, Edward my son, about your daughter's age. Maybe older. I was thinking that they should meet, Edward could always use more friends."

Hazel blinked uncomfortably. Elizabeth sighed but smiled to Hazel apologetically. "If Hazel would like to meet him she can."

Rebecca spoke before Hazel could. "Actually I've heard that there is a Christmas Eve Gala tonight." Elizabeth looked annoyed, as did Hazel. "Yes I know it's short notice. But I heard that everyone who is anyone will be present."

Hazel's eyes blazed. "Mother, I'm sure the Masen's will be busy. Since when did you want to attend the Murphy's Gala?" She harshly whispered the last part through clenched teeth.

Mr. Masen smiled and agreed leaving Elizabeth and Hazel steaming. They both knew why they were going.

Hazel's mom had tried to set her up with another man 'worthy' of her once before. It was horrible; he cheated and tried to fix it by proposing. Of course though, her father kicked him out of her life. Rebecca was convinced that Hazel could make him a better man.

"I'll make sure we'll be there. Now we must be off, inform Edward and such." He bustled through the large crowd of last minute shoppers. Elizabeth growling at him the whole way.

Rebecca didn't look to Hazel as she waved for a cab. "Mother, I really don't think this is a good-"

"Come now, the cab is waiting. We must pick out what you are to wear." Hazel stared at her in disbelief before obeying her words. Getting into the cab reluctantly she traveled down the street back home, where maids zoomed around her room putting her outfit together.

"Rebecca, are you sure this Edward is a gentlemen?" Matthew muttered to his wife as the walked into the Murphy estate that sat an hour north from the outskirts of the Second City.

"Yes, I'm sure he is. Besides you know the Masen's better than I do. How you ever met their son?" He shook his head and stepped up the granite steps of Ville Rosa. Hazel thought the naming of the house after the family's resent loss was sweet. Rebecca however thought it were rather inappropriate.

"Honestly, changing the name of the house? It will loose its value over time. Mark my words." Matthew glared at his wife before leading his family to the front room.

Rhonda Murphy glided from the many visitors and stepped to Matthew. "Oh Matthew, Rebecca! So wonderful to see you both." Her eyes landing on Hazel and they danced with excitement. "Oh my goodness, Hazel you look more beautiful everyday. Any fellas that have caught your eye?" Her mischievous look was hard to ignore.

Once again Rebecca cut in. "Oh she is interested in Edward Masen Jr. Have you heard of him? Very, very handsome."

Rhonda laughed, "Better than Timothy I hope." Rebecca glared at her, Rhonda was always a busybody. "Oh more guests!" Her smile widened as she kissed Hazel's cheeks and Rebecca's before prancing to the next family.

"Rebecca, this better be worth it. I don't care if the Rhonda Murphy is a gossip, Edward has to be a gentlemen."

Hazel didn't protest. It wasn't as if she was actually would try to impress Edward. Her goal tonight was to repel him.

But when her Mr. Masen introduced him she was rethinking the whole plan. Her breathing came out uneasily. And her cheeks flushed when he watched her with smiling eyes. She tried to do something, anything, but she just stood there, baffled by his beauty.

"My daughter usually doesn't get this speechless. My apologizes." Rebecca nudged her daughter. Hazel started to sense other people other than Edward, suddenly remembering the resentment she meant to show her eyes narrowed and she turned up her nose.

"Great to see you again Mr. Masen." She bowed her head. "Mrs. Masen. But I really must get something to drink I am parched." She turned on her heel and retreated to the spread of food and drinks.

She picked up a Christmas cookies and nibbled at it. Her appetite dispersed when Edward came closer to her spot. She nearly threw the cookie down and busied herself with chugging down eggnog. Gagging when she tasted the alcohol. "Disgusting." Her stomach protested. She could never hold drinks well.

She heard an almost musical and god like chuckle come from Edward and she began to hiccup. Her head whipped around to face him. Her dark hair that was in a bun with most of it falling into smooth curls fell into her face.. Gnawing at her bottom lip she waited for him to speak.

"Sorry, but I didn't introduce myself." She looked into his green eyes and her stomach flipped. "Edward. Edward Masen." She didn't notice at the time but he was nervous. Not as nervous as she was but he was acting differently around her than any other girl there. Whom were now envying Hazel's position.

"Yes, I know who you are." Hazel found her voice. But unfortunately it was an irritated one. She huffed and spun back to the eggnog. Taking a big gulp she padded off in search of someone she could talk to. She knew he was following her, so she did the only thing she could do. She ran, she didn't know why. But she did. She ran from her mother, her father. Even everyone in that house, they wanted something from her, she ran to just be free of Gala's, rich snobs, and her life. Which somehow now involved Edward.

The second she felt the cold air of a Chicago night she cursed. "Damn." At first she whispered it. "Damn." It wasn't loud enough for her. "Damn!" She screeched, feeling adrenalin surging through her blood.

The same delicate laugh rang through her ears. She was just at the foot of the steps of the house. At the top was Edward. Giving her a crocked grin he walked down the steps that lead to her. She took a deep breath before letting out excuses.

"I'm sorry, I just needed a little air and well-" Edward shook his head causing Hazel to break off mid sentence. "It never hurt anyone to let out your frustrations, in fact…" He walked around her and looked up to the sky. "It can really help you gain peace." His head slowly turned back to face Hazel's. "What are you waiting for?" His voice was soft but filled with curiosity.

Hazel tilted her head to the side. More hair had fallen from the bun. He sighed and lifted up one arm. "Go on shouting, don't let me stop."

For a moment she didn't know if he were being rude or serious. But the thought came to her, that she didn't give a damn if he was serious. She smiled before taking the tie holding her hair and yanking it out with all her might. With that swift movement her hair was blowing around her heart-shaped face while she wailed. "AHHHHH!"

The noise attracted a few people to look out the window. Hazel didn't stop there. She ran over to Edward. "Yell with me!" Her excitement was getting the better of her. He smiled shaking his head. "Please?" Her voice so delicate made Edward imagine how fragile this little girl was, how she knew nothing of the world around her because of the bindings her parents inflicted upon her.

"I'll be delighted."

Hazel Scott had the same dream for the tenth night in a row. It was getting pretty interesting now. Every night she would remember the dream more vividly, as if it were a memory that she couldn't let go. The dream was written down in her diary. Now she was sure she had all the names exactly right too.

The dreams, they started the exact same time when Hazel found out she would be leaving for Forks, Washington. Also know as the rainiest place ever. EVER. Hazel didn't mind moving, she's moved about six times in the last eight years.

Due to her father's death her mom couldn't settle down anywhere. Since her job let her work wherever she chose, she developed her own clothing; she loved the opportunity to get her clothes to a different audience. Selling out of their house made it even funnier for her. Eventually her mom did some searching for stores and came across a dirt-cheap place in Port Angeles. Hazel didn't see why they couldn't get the one that cost a tad bit more in their current location. But Lindsey, her mom, made the decision final by buying a house the next day.

Hazel's dad had left a very, very, large amount of money for them. Though her mother never used it. She insisted that his money be spent on college and nothing else. This time she dug into the money to buy a house. Hazel thanked god she did, if not than they would be living in a shack with rain as their drinking water.

Hazel stepped back form her little brick house. Never again would she see it. Sighing she grabbed her bags and tossed them into her mom's little car. It was old but reliable.

"Honey, you okay?" Lindsey asked her for the billionth time that week. Hazel leaned off the cold window and forced a smile.

Lindsey patted her daughter's knee before hitting the gas and driving off. Hazel's face fell back against the glass and watched the sleeping little town of Wyckoff, New Jersey fade away into nothingness. It almost hurt leaving. After time and time again she went through this. Usually she was numb when she moved. But this time it felt different. Almost scary. Something was waiting for her in Forks. Or maybe someone? Someone whom waited for more than a lifetime.

Haha, she lived in Jb's old town! Just thought I'd put that in there.

Leave me some contructive critisism!? I'd really appriciate it.