Thanks for the reviews! Sorry it's been awhile since I've updated, things have been crazy with work so I've been doing 13 or 14 hour days. Thank God for the weekend!

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EPOV

I was sitting in a press conference the first time I saw her.

I was in Paris, doing the European leg of the promo tour for Light Persuasion. The magnificent glass pyramid that was the entrance to the Louvre rose majestically behind me and masses of photographers and reporters swarmed in front of me. In a roped off section to my left, hundreds of girls were screaming my name again. It used to give me a thrill to hear so many girls screaming my name. I knew that I could have any of them for the choosing, and I frequently did, getting an even bigger thrill out of making them scream my name again in private. It was one of the perks of having my face on screen and splashed across billboards around the world.

It had been awhile though, since I had felt the urge for meaningless, no-strings-attached groupie sex. Now, the screams just gave me a headache.

But the girl was not screaming or pushing at the rope to get closer. She was queuing up for the Louvre. I saw her wince as the screams became particularly high pitched and glance over in irritation. She said something to the girl standing next to her and they stood on their toes to try and get a better look. She shrugged and gave up, turning her attention back to the book in her hands. They edged forward as the line moved.

She couldn't see me.

The photographers, with their flashing cameras, were milling about in front of me like a wall. They closed ranks and I could no longer see her.

"Edward!" hissed Emmett from behind me. I jumped and turned my attention reluctantly back to the press conference.

"Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, repetez-vous sil-vous-plait?" I asked. The reporter asked her question again and I gave a pre-scripted answer in my perfect French, all the while trying to find a gap in the photographers so I could see this girl again. I stood up, hoping to be able to see her, to get her attention. My eyes scanned the line and I finally found her, her back facing me, about to enter the pyramid.

This girl was the most beautiful vision I had ever seen in my life. She turned her head to look at her friend and I could see that her face was an exquisite heart shape, with creamy white skin and high cheekbones which held the faintest hint of a rose blush. Her eyes, which immediately made me think of melted chocolate, were outlined with long dark lashes and her full, cherry-coloured lips were tantalizing in their perfection. Her face was framed by long, chestnut hair that cascaded down her back in soft curls, reaching the small of her back. She wore simple, comfortable clothes - skinny jeans, Converse trainers and a navy blue blouse that looked like silk as it flowed around her curves. She had a simple cream bag slung over her arm and carried what looked like a Lonely Planet guide. I ran my eyes over her perfect figure as she began to turn back towards me.

"Edward, sit down!" My head snapped around at the sound of Emmett's voice and I half-tripped over the chair I had pushed away. Emmett glared at me and I shook my head to clear my thoughts, before turning back to the reporters. I answered the rest of their questions as quickly as I could, until mercifully, the conference was over.

"Dude, what the fuck was that?" Emmett demanded angrily as I rushed off the little platform I was sitting on with my co-stars.

"I-I've got to go-" I gasped, willing him to understand with my eyes.

"Where? Why?" Emmett asked, looking at me as though I'd lost my mind. I didn't care. I sprinted towards the Louvre entrance, easily outrunning the girls who were screaming my name. The female security guard was too flustered to stop me, so I jumped over the guardrail and ran into the pyramid. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her snap back to attention as she and several other security guards joined forces to stop the hordes of girls. I pushed past people as I raced down the escalator into the main foyer of one of the biggest museums in the world. I stopped as I saw signs pointing to each of the different sections of the museum. Which way would she have gone? I thrust my hands through my hair as I spun on the spot, debating my direction.

Fuck! I couldn't lose her. I whirled around again. Right - The East Wing. I had taken two steps in that direction when a familiar statistic ran through my mind - It would take three full days to see everything within the Louvre. It was one of the biggest museums in the world. I groaned and broke into a jog. I didn't have three days.

I had finished with the East Wing and was headed to the North Wing when I ran straight into Emmett.

"Woah, dude, what the fuck is going on?" he grabbed my arms so I couldn't go anywhere.

"Em, I can't explain, I need to find her," I struggled to get free of Emmett's iron grasp.

"Find who? You've got interviews back at the hotel in 20 minutes!"

"The girl!"

"Edward, there's five dozen girls waiting at the hotel; if you want some action you can go downstairs after your interviews and get some," Emmett's crude assumption made me feel ill.

"No - it's not like that Em," I tried to explain. "This girl - she was amazing. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life,"

"Well, I'm sure she was lovely, but we really don't have time to chase through the fucking Louvre to find her! I don't think I need to remind you how important Vanity Fair is. You cannot keep them waiting," I sighed in defeat as I scanned the room one last time.

"Alright. Let's go,"

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The second time I saw her was in Italy. I was in a taxi on my way back to the hotel from a photo shoot, gazing out the window daydreaming about her, when she appeared like an angel out of nowhere.

"Stop the car!" I screamed, pulling at the door handle. It was locked. Alice and Emmett stared at me like I was insane. The taxi driver let out a stream of Italian, which I couldn't understand a word of, and gestured madly with his hands.

"STOP THE CAR!" I screamed again and finally, the taxi pulled up at a set of traffic lights. I opened the door and ran in the direction we had come from, ducking in front of cars and scanning the crowds for her.

"Edward!" I heard Emmett and Alice calling after me but I ignored them. I couldn't let her slip through my fingers again. I kept running, almost knocking two old nuns into a tree. I reached the corner where I'd seen her. Nothing.

Where is she?!

I turned and ran down the side street, but quickly turned back when she wasn't there.

Damnit!

How could one person disappear twice?

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The third time I saw her, I was determined not to lose her again.

In the three weeks since I had first seen her, I had spent my waking hours scanning crowds for her long brown curls and my sleeping hours dreaming of her face. I spent my nights chasing her through my dreams but every time I caught up with her, she would disappear and I would have to start chasing again.

Needless to say, my friends thought I had completely lost it. After Rome, Emmett took every opportunity to cure me of my infatuation with my mystery girl. I don't know what was worse – Emmett throwing me in the path of screaming fans or Alice making me describe the girl in minute detail so she could help me search.

"She's obviously your soul mate, Edward," she explained patiently. "I knew Jasper was mine before I even laid eyes on him,"

It was crazy, but I started to think that maybe she was right. Evidently, some kind of higher power – fate, perhaps – was throwing her in my path time and time again.

"You've seen her twice," Emmett scoffed when I mentioned for the millionth time that it couldn't possibly be a coincidence. "She's probably doing a tour of Europe and just happens to have chosen a couple of the same cities as you,"

It didn't help that I knew nothing about her. Was she French, or Italian? No, not French – she had definitely been holding a guide book at the Louvre. Not Italian either – she was in a tourist area and there was a camera on a strap around her neck, bouncing against her tight white t-shirt. How old was she? Why was she in Europe? Was she travelling alone? Did she have a boyfriend? Where was she staying?

I got the answer to one of my questions when we were on our way back to New York. Walking through Heathrow airport in London, I was ignoring Emmett and Alice as they talked about the image I portrayed to my fans.

"Angela, quick! We'll miss the flight!" An American voice rang out, crystal clear and shimmering like bells. I turned my head to the sound and saw her, handing over her boarding pass at a gate about 100 metres away. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Edward?" Alice asked uncertainly. She followed my gaze across the crowded departure lounge and gasped as she saw what I was entranced by.

"Edward, run!" She shrieked, pushing me in the back. I looked at her, my eyes wide with shock. "Go!" She tried again. Finally, I realised what she was saying and broke into a sprint. I saw the girl giggle and gesture to her friend to hurry up as I leaped over someone's baggage. 75 metres. Her friend handed over her boarding pass as I pushed through a line of people queuing for their flight. 50 metres. I'm going to make it. As I got closer, people began pouring out of the gate next to hers , right into my path. I stumbled over someone's carry-on bag as I saw her walk through the gate and the flight stewardess closed it behind her.

"Wait!" I gasped as I got closer.

"I'm sorry, sir, this flight has closed," the stewardess told me, not sounding sorry in the least.

"Please, I need to get on that flight," I told her, panting.

"I'm sorry sir," she said again. "Boarding started 45 minutes ago. We cannot keep the doors open for people to arrive whenever they feel like it,"

"Please," I tried again, turning on the charm. "My friend just got on this flight, I really need to see her,"

"Are you flying to New York or Seattle?" she asked, taking the boarding pass out of my hands. She swiped it through the machine.

"Sir, I'm afraid this is not your flight. This plane is flying to Seattle, with a stopover in New York. Your flight is direct to New York and doesn't start boarding for another 20 minutes,"

"I know," I groaned. "But I just saw my friend get onto this plane, I really need to speak with her," I dodged past her and reached the door, tugging on the handle. It was locked.

"Sir, I need to ask you to step away from the door," I ignored her and started hammering on the door, hoping to attract the girl's attention.

"Sir, I will need to call security if you do not instantly step away from the door!" I looked around, a fevered look in my eyes, and saw Emmett and Alice catching up to me.

"It was her!" Even through my desperation, I could hear how pathetic I sounded.

"Edward, cut it out before she calls security," Emmett warned.

"We'll find her, Edward," Alice promised, her hand outstretched towards me. I didn't move, disappointment washing over me.

"People are looking," Emmett finally hissed. In a state of numbness, my eyes drifted past them where, sure enough, people were looking over at us, some of them pointing. One of them was even taking a photo on her cell.

"I lost her again," I said them. It was unbearable to have got so close. I leaned against the wall and slid down to a sitting position, running my hands through my hair.

"We'll find her," Alice promised again. She knelt by my side. "We know she's either gone to Washington or New York. At least that narrows it down," I laughed bitterly.

"So what, I'm supposed to trawl the streets of Manhattan for her? Find her in a crowd of eight million people? I can't even find her when I know where she is,"

"You've seen her three times now," Alice said gently. "And yeah, so you've missed her a couple of times. But if you are meant to know her, you will. Just wait, and when you least expect it, she will be there,"

"Geez man, how are you so worked up over one chick? I've never seen you like this before," Emmett said, sounding kind of grossed out. I had to laugh. It was kind of ironic that I could never get away from all the bimbo's that stalked me, no matter how many times I told them it was never going to be any more than a fling, and yet the one girl who I thought I could fall for seemed to avoid me at every turn.

She wouldn't avoid me anymore. The next time I saw her – and I was positive I would – I would not let her get away so easily.

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