Chapter two, called Come Around (by Sister Hazel)

Not much to say. You will se a lot of the words 'gaped', 'blushed', and 'laughed'. Sorry about that D:

I tried to make it interesting, but this may be more boring than my other chapters.

Wrote this past midnight, so sorry if it doesn't make sense xD

Readdd.

Previously…

He laughed, and I found myself joining him. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad having him around.

BPOV

I was already enjoying my trip by the time we reached Big Ben. Edward was polite and funny, but I sensed he was holding back. He didn't talk much about his past either.

We stopped the limo just outside.

"Miss Swan, how long would you like me to wait?" Gustav asked.

I looked around for a minute, and happened to see a double decker bus pass by.

"Tell you what, is it okay if you just go on ahead of us? I want to try riding one of those." I pointed at it. I must have looked like a little kid, because Edward started laughing.

I blushed, but Gustav saved me.

"Of course, Miss Swan. I'll pick you and Edward up at eight tonight, near the London Eye." I stifled a giggle. It was odd hearing British accents, but even more strange to hear Gustav's German one.

He pulled away, and I looked back at Edward.

"That cool with you?" He nodded, trying to hide a smile.

I walked a little closer to the tower and looked up. It was so amazing. I'd grown up seeing multiple pictures of the big clock, but it's so much different in person.

"Isabella?"

I sighed and turned around, about to correct Edward, when I saw he was holding up a camera. One of those big professional ones. I thought back to my pathetic digital camera sitting in my luggage right now.

"Did I tell you that I'm a photographer? I should have thought of it earlier, but would you care to have your picture taken next to Big Ben?" He smiled brilliantly, and I found myself nodding back and blushing.

I was horrible at pictures, always, but I tried to smile. Edward took a few more pictures, which only caused me to blush even more.

"Okay camera man, I think that's enough. I've certainly gotten plenty of terrible shots of me by now." He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

"And what have I told you? I'd really rather you called me Bella, you don't have to be so proper." I gave him a small and reassuring smile, and he seemed to relax a little.

"Of course. Well, would you like to go get some food now?" I nodded and he pulled me toward the bus stop. Or whatever they called it here.

We got to sit up on the top, and I probably looked like an idiot. I was wide eyed and kept pointing things out to Edward, who was laughing, which would make me turn into a tomato.

By the time we reached the restaurant, I was practically a permanent shade of red.

"You'll love this place, I always go here with the blokes." I looked at the name and found it impossible to pronounce.

We were led through a maze of tables to a table for two. It was next to a huge window, and I couldn't stop from staring at the view.

We ordered something I couldn't pronounce like the name, but I knew it had something to do with chicken.

Edward was quiet for a long time, up until we got our food. It was slightly awkward, but not too bad. I felt mostly calm and comfortable around Edward, so that was good.

I admitted that this was the first time I'd had any Indian food when we were nearly done. His eyebrows disappeared into his hair.

"You have never had it before?"

I nodded.

"What do you eat in New York?" He seemed pretty surprised.

"It's mostly take out. I love Italian food, and a good salad. I'm also a fan of Chinese," my nose scrunched up, "But I can't stand sushi." I said with a sigh.

Edward laughed. Again. "We'll keep that in mind while we travel, eh?" I nodded with a grin.

We grabbed coffee on our way out. I had to admit, British coffee was just as good as American coffee. I wondered vaguely if they had a Starbucks in London.

By the end of the day we had seen Buckingham Palace, the Parliament Buildings next to Big Ben, the Albert Memorial, Kensington Palace, the Tower Bridge, Trafalgar Square, and we had been to Chinatown.

We had also visited a few museums, and I was exhausted by the time we reached the London Eye. Edward seemed perfectly alert, and I sent him a jealous glare.

"Isabella, you can't be angry at me because you're tired." He grinned, "You're the one who wanted to see everything." I slapped him playfully on the arm.

"So, the London Eye. Is it cool?" I asked as we walked toward it.

"It's wicked awesome, you'll be glad you saw this."

I nodded. When we arrived, I noticed that one of the capsules looked pretty empty, but it was also starting to leave.

"Edward! Come on, we have to hurry!" I grabbed his hand and led him to it. We got there just in time.

I looked around. There were only about five other people on it, and they were huddled in one corner. I kept my hold on his hand and brought him to the edge so we could see over the water.

We were a bit too low to see the entirety of London for a few minutes, so I stood next to Edward in silence. I was examining my shoes for a minute while I waited. I wanted to see the best view when I looked up, so I waited.

I felt warm breath on my neck, and heard Edward whisper, "Isabella, you can look up now." I shivered involuntarily and glanced up.

He was right. I let out my breath slowly, and didn't draw anymore air in again.

It was beautiful. It was dark by now, and you could see the lights on the Eye in the water. I could see many of the landmarks we'd visited earlier. But the most exhilarating thing was being this high up. I could see everything.

"Breathe, Isabella." Edward whispered to me. I realized my brain was begging for oxygen and gasped for air. When my breathing evened out, Edward pointed to a few places.

I was engrossed. Being next to him in this capsule at night, overlooking London, it was breathtaking(literally). Magical. Extraordinary.

Then I spotted it. I picked up my right hand to point.

"Edward! Look, look! It's Big Ben!" I saw his face was filled with amusement for what felt like the millionth time today. However, his gaze flickered to my hand, and I realized the reason.

I was still holding his hand! I let out a small squeak and an apology before jumping away. I can't believe I didn't realize that, it had been about fifteen minutes. But it was probably because it felt wonderful to have my hand in his.

Stop it Bella, having a crush on your older tour guide isn't a good idea. I scolded myself before turning back to the sights.

Edward took a few pictures, but most of the trip around was spent in our own thoughts.

We hopped off and found the limo waiting. Gustav drove us to some fancy hotel. My mouth was open when Edward held the door open for me. It was gorgeous. I wondered why on earth we were here, but then I remembered that I had a million dollars to spend.

Edward started talking to the man at the front desk while I looked around. I saw the name and I let out a small yelp. THE PLAZA?

I was staying at the Plaza. Oh my god. Edward motioned me over.

"I'm sorry, but we only have single rooms available for the time being. If you wish, we have a few more rooms open at the end of the week."

I shook my head. "No, we need a room tonight, please."
The man focused on me for my American accent, and I turned red. "Well, it seems the only room we have tonight is a one bedroom suite on the third floor."

"We'll take it," I replied quickly. He handed me a room key, and a bell boy led the way to our room with our luggage.

I opened the door and followed the bell boy in. But I stopped when I saw the bedroom.

One bed? Why didn't the guy at the front desk warn us?

Just then, a man in a suit came in. "The concierge thought you might want this tonight. He said that you made a wonderful couple, and congratulations." The man set a bottle of champagne down onto a table and backed out the door.

I stood open-mouthed and embarrassed. I looked at Edward in shock. Did that really happen?

That's it for now. Like I said, sorry for inaccurate info. I did try to research, I even looked up the hotel (of course, I wasn't entirely sure about there being one bed, but it did say one kind size bed… sooo)

Next chapter will probably be a mini chapter, talking about their night, and then it'll go onto the next sights.

I might do an EPOV soon. Sound good?

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