SUMMARY: Bella is a Victoria Secret Angel. Edward is a famous movie director, and the most eligible bachelor in Hollywood. Edward is shooting a movie up in Forks. What will happen when they see a certain model walking to her motorcycle?

AN: This is my first B/E and all-human story. Tell me if I should continue or not.

EPOV

Today we were heading up to Washington to a small town named Forks. I groaned and got out of my bed. Once I was done getting ready, I walked to my car. I was meeting up with my group of co-workers and friends at the airport where we would have a private plane ready for us.

When I reached the airport I parked my car. Then walked to the private area where I would meet the others.

I looked at my watch, 8:31 AM. I was on time. Mostly everyone was there. Alice, Jasper, and Emmett were there. The only person missing was Rosalie.

Alice was a fashion designer and she designed the actors clothing.

Jasper was one of the actors working with me.

Emmett was one of the camera men.

Rosalie was the personal assistant.

"Eddie! You're here!" Emmett screamed.

"Don't call me Eddie." I grumbled.

"Okay, Mr. Grumpy." Emmett huffed. I chuckled. Emmett may be immature but he was hiliarous at times.

"Edward, you look like crap." Jasper commented.

"I wouldn't doubt it."

"Too many drinks last night?"

"No," I yawned. "Too many papers to fill out. I only got three hours of sleep." They all laughed at my expense. I glared at all of them. Rosalie came walking in talking on the phone with one hand and balancing a tray of Starbucks coffee cups in one hand.

She put the coffee down and passed the coffee to us. She put away her phone. "Don't get use to this." Emmett laughed a booming laugh while slapping her arse.

"But I could babe." Rosalie rolled her eyes at her husband.

Emmett and Rosalie were married as Jasper and Alice were. I was basically the fifth wheel with a few flings here and there. Most the time I hated dating because the women would only be after my money or fame.

"Okay, Edward. I talked to the Chief of Police in Forks. He said that he will have a cop escort us there." I nodded. Sometimes the press was a bitch because they are always interested in our Cullen Masterworks current works.

Then a man dressed in a uniform approached us. "Mr. Cullen, your private jet is now ready to board." I nodded. Everyone sat up from the table.

So far everything was going according to plan.

BPOV

"You did excellent as always, Isabella!" Victoria told me. I smiled and put on my blue after-party dress.

"Thank you, Vic. Though I did learn from the best!" I smiled brightly. She chuckled.

"Indeed you did." James, Victoria's Husband, came out.

"Ladies, you did a very nice job." All of the Angels smiled which included I.

I was thankful to Victoria. She is basically the reason why I am Angel. Victoria scouted me while I was visited my mother and my step-father in LA. When she scouted me, that is when my career bursted like a wild fire. When I found out that I was scouted for Victoria Secrets, I couldn't believe it. I started with small runway shows like in LA. Then I started doing international shows to Paris, London, etc. Then I became a Angel.

Tanya, Irina, Kate, and Angela were Angels also.

I walked into the club where the party was being held then I was attacked by blinding flash of cameras. I had grown use to it. I continued walking it. Once I pasted the security guard, he stopped all the cameras. Inside the club, music was playing. Most of the people were talking. There on the dance floor was the rest of the Angels.

"Bella, there you are!" Angela came running over to me and pulling into a hug. "I love New York!" She squealed. I chuckled.

"I prefer Paris." She smiled.

"Yes, knowing you." She pulled me to the dance floor and I started dancing with the other women in the group. Then my phone started vibrating. I took my phone out of my pocket.

"Angela! I have to take a call!" She nodded and I walked to the bathroom, where it was much more quiet. I answered it. "Hello."

"Bells."

"Oh, hi dad!"

"Hi, Bells." His tone sounded weary.

"Whats wrong dad?" I asked.

"Harry died today."

"Harry? As in Harry Clearwater?" I asked.

"The one and only."

"Oh, dear god. What happened?" I asked.

"Harry had a heart attack. We took him to the hospital but it was too late." Charlie started to sob. Harry, Billy and Charlie were a trio. They were friends when they were younger and they are still friends today.

"Oh, dad."

"His funeral is being held this next week."

"I'll be coming." I told him.

"What?"

"I want to be there dad. I have to be there."

"Thanks Bells."

"Okay, see you later dad. Now get to sleep. It is late there. You need to go to sleep."

"Yeah, you too. I don't want to see the news saying that my daughter was being arrested." I laughed.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want that. 'Kay, night dad."

"Night, Bells." I closed my phone. I put my head in my hands. Then the girls came walking in.

"Bella, what is wrong?"

"Uh, nothing. I just had a death in the family." I told them. I felt my eyes start to water. Harry was like my uncle to me.

"Oh, no. So what happened?"

"Um, he had a heart attack. He died this morning." I told them. "I knew that man before I could walk."

"So what are you going to do?" Tanya asked.

"I am going to take the week off and go back home for the week." I told them. "I better go tell Vic." They nodded.

"Okay but before you do that we have to fix your make-up." I laughed as they all brought their make-up out and started applying it to my face. Once they were done, we hooked our arms and walked out of the restroom back to the public.

I walked over to where Vic was sitting with her husband. "Vic," I called her. She turned around.

"Ah, Bella. What can I do for you?"

"I am going to be gone next week."

"What?"

"I had a death in the family and the funeral is next week." I told her. She nodded.

"Okay. Thanks for telling me beforehand." I nodded.

"Well, I am going to go back home to go pack."

"Okay, dear. Well, see you." I hugged and kissed her cheek. I shook her husband's hand. I said my good-byes to the girls then I was out of the club. I walked to my motorcycle which was a black 2005 Ducati Multistrada 620. Then I was driving to my house.

I packed my bags, soon it was morning at I was on a plane going to Seattle. Here I come.

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