A/N

Thanks so much for the many encouraging reviews. I got a lot of requests for Edward's POV, so I hope you like it. I'm really happy to inform everybody that all of this angst shit is coming to an end, good riddance. I would also like to thank my awesome BETA melonscraps, for all of her hard work and doing this chapter in record time!

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Fuck yesss! New Moon won all the shit last night on the MTV Movie Awards; but honestly who really thought they wouldn't? Nobody! Yeah, that's what I thought dammit! I must say say Rob was looking really fucking HOT, I'm not afraid to admit that my panties got wet on a few occasions in that two hour period and I know I'm not the only one! Sorry to delay your reading, but that just had to be said...

A Beautiful Disaster

Chapter 9: The Hangover

Edward's POV

The first thing I am aware of when coming out of my alcohol induced coma, is that someone is lightly shaking me awake while a unfamiliar female voice keeps repeating "Edward, wake up"; and let me tell you, it is doing absolutely nothing for the massive headache I have. I think this may be the worst hangover I have ever had.

The only thing I want to do is to tell this unknown voice to shut the fuck up and leave me the hell alone. Hold up just one fucking minute here, what the fuck am I doing with some stranger? I search my memory bank, and no matter what, I can't remember shit. The last thing I remember doing is talking to that overly desperate bitch at the reception desk when I was getting her recommendations on where I could go to get even more fucked up then I already was. The way she fucked me with her eyes made me extremely uncomfortable, normally I would have jumped at the chance and had the bitch at least blow me, but since this whole fucking ordeal with Bella the thought of another woman even touching me makes my fucking skin crawl.

Fuck, what have I done? Why is it so impossible for me to just keep my dick in my pants? I really got to chill on the liquor; I'm getting to old for this shit.

Slowly I peel one eye open, feeling absolutely disgusted with myself for what I have gotten myself into this time. The light coming into the room stuns me instantly and my eye automatically clenches shut on its own volition before I can take in my surroundings, while groaning "Oh shit, too fucking bright. Just kill me now."

"I'm so sorry; let me close the blinds for you. I know you probably feel like shit after last night."

"Uhhh, t-thank you?" It sounds more like a question but I'm unsure of what else to say, my voice is hoarse and my throat feels like it's on fire; I think the Nevada desert has somehow taken residence in there. "Excuse me miss, but would you mind getting me some water? My throat is killing me." This is so fucking awkward, I can't even remember who this woman is and how to get rid of her, or if I'm even in my room.

"Sure, I'll be right back. The blinds are closed so you can open your eyes now."

I thank her as I open my eyes, catching a glimpse of long flowing brown hair as she exits the room; it reminds me of Bella. I miss her so fucking much it hurts, I want her back in my arms where she belongs.

Shaking my head clear of those thoughts, I take in my surroundings. The only thing that I can take comfort in is that I'm in my hotel suite, not some strangers. I also take note of the fact that I still have boxers on, which is also a good sign. I just wish I could remember what the fuck happened last night.

The woman I have no memory of returns with a cold bottle of water and some Advil for me. I barely notice her at all. The only things that have my focus are the objects in her hands that are going to bring me sweet relief, well for my body anyway.

"Thank you, sweet Jesus." I say out loud, not meaning to, and I all but rip the water out of one of her outreached hands, when she is close enough.

She chuckles at my enthusiasm over something as simple as water and adds "I'm not Jesus, but since you seem to be having a hard time remembering who I am, my name is Amanda."

I suppress a nervous chuckle at her remark while draining half the bottle of water in one sip. I take the Advil she still has in her outreached palm and I pop them in my mouth, swallowing them quickly. I cautiously give Amanda the once over as I finish off what's left in the bottle, not wanting to give her the impression that I'm ogling her like a piece of meat. I'm immediately surprised to see what she's wearing and unconsciously spray the contents inside of my mouth all over her. Amanda is gaping at me looking extremely surprised and confused. I don't blame her; she must think I'm one crazy motherfucker that needs some serious mental help. She wouldn't be too far off because I probably am.

The seriousness of the problem at hand finally starts to sink in. Jesus. Fucking. Christ! How could I let her wear the shirt Bella got for me? I can't believe I would do that no matter how fucked up I was.

"Sorry about that, I was just surprised to see you in that shirt. Someone really special got that for me and I feel kind of bad for letting you wear it." I try to explain my rude behavior, hoping she understands.

"It's okay. It really is me who should be apologizing, you didn't exactly give me the shirt to wear, I got it myself after you sort of threw up on me." I can't help but notice the disgusted look she has on her face, even though I can tell she is trying hard to hide it. "You told me to use one of your shirts and have the hotel staff to pick up my dress to have it cleaned, and this was the first one I grabbed. I don't mind changing into something else, but they haven't sent my dress back yet." Amanda quickly explained.

"Oh no, don't worry about it. I'm so sorry about last night and all the trouble I must have put you through." Pausing to gauge her reaction I ask the one thing I'm afraid to get the answer to, "Did anything else happen between us last night? Because honestly, I can't remember shit."

Realization dawns on her after a few seconds of digesting my question. "Oh no, nothing like that happened. God, this is kind of embarrassing, but when you asked me to come back to your room with you, I had thought something might happen. When we got up to your room you put on some music and after a few drinks we started dancing, and I umm, I tried to kiss you but you stopped me and said you were sorry but you couldn't do that 'her'. When I was going to ask you who 'her' was and if you were married or something, that's when you threw up on me. You're not married are you? It's just, I didn't see a ring or anything like that, so I assumed you were single." she rambles out, looking embarrassed about my rejection and has a slight blush staining her cheeks.

I let out a sigh of relief, knowing I was able resist and keep my little monster of a dick at bay, even when I was shit faced. Feeling bad about the look of rejection still on Amanda's face, I try my best to comfort her. "Please don't be embarrassed. It's my fault; I'm sure I led you on. You're extremely beautiful so I assure you that had nothing to do with it, any man would jump at the chance to have you." I actually mean it; she is beautiful, model like even, but in my eyes she ain't got shit on the love of my life. I then answer her question, "And no, I'm not married. My personal life is pretty complicated right now, but technically I'm single."

She nods her head in response and mumbles a quiet "Thanks" in return, while blushing again and looking away from me, though I can tell she doesn't believe me.

"Have you eaten yet? I could order up some room service while we wait for your dress." I question her trying to lighten up the awkward atmosphere.

"Yeah I'm a little hungry; that would be nice, thank you. Oh yeah, before I forget the reason I woke you up, your phone has been ringing nonstop for the last hour. It's what woke me up..."

Amanda is interrupted by the hotel phone ringing and I give it a questioning look. Who the fuck can that be, nobody knows I'm here? She sees my confusion, and offers "maybe it's about my dress." Damn, I had forgotten about that.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I pick it up.

"Hello?" I answer cautiously.

"Edward! What the fuck have you done now? You don't fucking understand how close you were to finally getting what you've always wanted. But of course, leave it to you to fuck everything up as usual!" Alice screams angrily through the phone causing my ear to start ringing.

"Alice, have you finally fucking lost it or something? What the fuck are you talking about and how the fuck did you know I was here?" I question her, getting a little pissed off.

"No Shit-Ward, I haven't fucking lost it, but apparently you have. What the fuck were you thinking running off to Vegas and having some random bitch staying with you in your fucking hotel room, with everything that's going on right now?"

This is getting kind of fucking freaky; how does she know all this shit? I chance a glance in Amanda's direction to see that she looks really uncomfortable, no doubt due to the fact that she can hear Alice's loud ass. Covering the phone with my hand I quietly ask "Hey, can you give me a minute? I'll be out as soon as I'm done talking to my psycho sister."

"I fucking heard that shit Edward. Stop trying to be nice and tell that bitch to get the fuck out, like you do to the rest of them. Or is this one special and you want to have another go before you kick her ass to the curb." Alice screams again, raising her voice even more to an inhumanly volume.

This time I'm sure Amanda heard every word; the shocked look on her face says it all. I mouth "I'm sorry" to her, receiving a small nod in return before she quietly leaves the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Was that really fucking necessary? You don't even know her, and for your information, I didn't fuck her! Now tell me how the hell you know all this shit and drop the fucking attitude or I'm going to hang up on your ass. I have a massive headache, I feel like shit and I don't need your bullshit right now."

"Yes it was necessary, and I don't believe you; it's impossible for you not to fuck any bitch that throws her pussy in your face. Do you even understand how bad you fucked up this time? Bella came to Vegas to find you last night."

Holy fuck! Are my ears deceiving me or did she really just say what I think she said? That's fucking impossible! How would Bella even know where I was?

"Stop messing with me Alice, I know your lying just to fuck with me. Now cut the bullshit."

"I have no reason to lie. Bella went to your house yesterday looking for you, because she wanted to work things out and ended up finding the itinerary for your trip. She booked a flight to Vegas, and I took her to the airport myself. When she got to your room last night some bitch, apparently the one that's still there, answered the door in nothing but the shirt she got you for Christmas." she explains, more calmly then before.

I can tell Alice is being honest and the panic starts to wash over me, my breathing coming in short pants. Bella was here, within arm's reach, and somehow I managed to fuck that up too. Son. Of. A. Motherfucking. Bitch! I need to calm the fuck down. Is it possible to fix this? I feel a hole start to burn right through my heart, just knowing I managed to hurt Bella again; it makes me hate myself even more. I can only hope that after explaining the situation to her, that she can find it in herself to forgive me; even though I don't deserve it one fucking bit.

"Edward, fucking breathe, calm down; I can hear you hyperventilating through the phone. If you don't stop, you're going to pass out." Alice frantically breaks me out of my self-hating pity party.

I snap out of it immediately knowing that she's right and it would do me no good to pass out right now.

"Where is she, I need to fix this, now. I know how all this must look, but I swear on everything I love, I didn't have sex with that girl, it wasn't like that. The only reason she was wearing my shirt is because I got shit faced and threw up on her. Please Alice, Bella is the only thing that matters to me, I will do anything to make this right; I need her more than anything." I try to plead with her and even I can hear the desperation in my voice.

"It's too late Edward; she had me book her a flight going back home after that. I can't even get a hold of her; she turned her phone off on the way to the airport. I'm starting to get really fucking worried, she never went back to her place. I don't know what to do." I can tell by her voice, that she's crying now.

"I'll fix this Alice, please don't cry. Bella is a big girl and she is more than capable of taking care of herself, so stop worrying. I promise everything will be okay. I'll be home as soon as I can." I try to calm Alice down, but inside I'm more of mess than she is.

The fact that Bella never went home is scaring the fuck out of me. I have no God damn clue how I'm going to fix this complete fuckery that my life has turned into, but I have to act like I got my shit together-if only for my sister's sake.

"Edward, I don't know if you can fix it this time. I just have this feeling that Bella is giving up, she was coming out there to tell you that she's in love with you and I'm almost positive that this whole situation has destroyed her in some way."

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking. Shit. Fuck! I can never seem to catch a fucking break, ever. I feel my breathing start to pick up again. Bella was going to tell me she was in love with me, and now she thinks I'm in Vegas fucking random bitches and having them stay with me. This may be it, I probably lost any chance I had with her, but I still have to try.

"What the fuck am I going to do Alice? Bella probably hates me with a passion now. I doubt I will even be able to get her to talk to me so I can explain!" At my admission I feel tears start to fall from my eyes, just the thought of that makes me feel as though I have already lost everything.

"Edward Cullen, stop that shit right this fucking minute! You know God damn well that won't happen; Bella could never hate you no matter how much you fuck up! The only thing you can do now is to just to tell her how you feel; she needs to hear it from you. I know we have never talked about your feelings towards her, but it's obvious to everyone else that she's your 'everything' and has been since the day you met her. The only thing I want is for the both of you to be happy, and the only way that's going to happen is if you're together. So you really need to get your shit together, like now! That means you have to stop fucking with all those whores and show Bella that she's the only one you want."

Once again, Alice is absolutely right; I really should listen to her more often. I have a lot of changing to do before this can work, but I would do anything for Bella.

"Thank you Alice, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I promise no more random women; I'm going to make this shit right. I will do anything to be the man Bella needs me to be."

"It's about fucking time, but you need to know this shit isn't going to be easy. Bella is most likely broken right now and you're going to have to work really hard to get her to trust you after all this bullshit."

"I completely understand that and I'm ready to do whatever it takes. I have been trying to find a way to tell her how I feel, without freaking her out, for the longest time now. As a matter of fact, I was trying to tell her when you busted in my house like you owned the shit last weekend; most likely, none of this would have happened had you not done that." I can feel the anger trying to make its way back into my system, thinking about my sister's interruption that fucked everything up.

"Don't even try to fucking blame me for that shit! If you never had that poor excuse for a woman in your house, none of this would have ever happened and you know it Edward!" Alice answers and it's obvious she is starting to get angry with me again as well.

"I fucking know that shit Alice and I take full responsibility for my fuck up, but you need to realize you fucked up too. You can't barge into someone's fucking house whenever you feel fit just because you don't have a life." I immediately feel remorse for my last comment. I know I'm being too harsh and I seriously crossed the line, but she really does need to understand, it's fucking rude just to bust in on people unannounced like that.

"Fuck you Edward! I was only trying to help but if you're going to be a prick like usual, then you can go fuck yourself! Good fucking luck asshole. No, actually forget that, you don't even deserve her." Alice is screaming again and before I can apologize for my outburst she hangs up on me.

Why am I such an asshole? I already know that I don't deserve Bella, but I'm going try my hardest to be deserving of her from now on. I also have to stop being such a dick to Alice; her intentions are always good, even though she is annoying as fuck and her timing is shitty.

Fuck it. There is no point in sitting here and moping, that's not going to get me anywhere.

I place an order for room service to bring up some food and stumble around the room trying to find my clothes so I can get cleaned up. After a quick shower, I feel a little better; at least my headache is gone. I suddenly remember that Amanda is out there waiting for me. I still can't believe Bella came to find me only for her to answer the door in that shirt. Can my luck get any worse?

The living room of the suite is quiet when I exit the bedroom and I come to find that Amanda has already left. There is a note on top of my shirt and some blankets she must have used last night that are neatly folded on the couch. I get some satisfaction in knowing she slept out here and not in bed with me, but I also feel like a dick; that must have been extremely uncomfortable for her. I should have been the one on that couch, not her.

Making my way over to the couch I pick up the neatly written note and read it.

Edward,

I'm really sorry for any trouble I may have caused by being here last night.

They brought my dress back while you were in the shower, so I thought it would be best for me to be on my way.

I'm pretty sure the 'someone special' you mentioned, is the woman who stopped by last night; it was obvious that she was really hurt by finding me here and not you. I can tell she really loves you, although she didn't say much, but I could see it in her eyes. I guess you can call it a woman's intuition. I hope everything works out for you, good luck and goodbye.

Thanks for the crazy night, Amanda.

After reading the note, my heart soars with the reassurance that a stranger was able to notice the love that Bella has for me; everything just may work out after all. The fact that Bella is in love with me, and according to Alice, she has actually admitted it to herself, makes my chances a whole hell of a lot better.

I also feel really bad that Amanda actually thinks this whole fiasco was her fault, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I was the one who fucked up; I should have never brought her back here. The only thing I can be thankful for now, is that I was able to resist her in my drunken state and she was woman enough not to try and pursue me any further. Women like that are hard to find, fortunately for me I already found mine and I'm going to try like hell to work all of this shit out with her.

My thoughts are interrupted by someone knocking. I walk to the door with hopes that it might be Bella and the reason she's not at home is because she never left. I'm disappointed however, to find that it's only room service with the food I had ordered earlier. I give the guy hauling my food in a C-note for his tip, as all I have on me is hundreds. He doesn't seem to mind, so fuck it; money isn't an issue for me anyway.

The food is alright but it doesn't even come close to my Bella's cooking. That realization kills my appetite and I can't bring myself to eat anymore.

The only thing I want is for all this bullshit to be over with; I want Bella and I want her now! Unfortunately, I already know it's not going to be that easy. I don't understand this shit. How come I can get any woman except for the one I want? It's like anytime I get close enough that I can almost taste it, the shit gets ripped out from under me.

Knowing I can't avoid my fucked up life anymore, I get up and grab my phone off the coffee table; something I have been dreading since all this shit had been brought to my attention. I have thirty-seven missed calls; two are from Bella, one from my mom and the rest are from Alice. I also have eight text messages, all from Alice. I delete them all without even looking at them. I'm already feeling shitty enough without having to read that shit. The voice mails I can't avoid and there are fourteen of those motherfuckers.

The first message is from my mom, just asking me to call her back. The second is from Bella; her message makes me feel even worse than I already do. I only have myself to blame; had I never made the decision to leave, none of this would have ever happened. There is a very big possibility we would be happy right now. I don't care what it takes; I'm going to make this right. Bella will be my wife and the mother of my children; that's my only option, she is it for me.

The rest of the messages are from Alice so I just delete them without listening. I'm almost positive that I already know what they are going to say and I can't bear to hear that shit again; I don't need to be reminded of how badly I fucked everything up.

The next thing I do is get my laptop, so I can book the next flight home; coming to Vegas has been nothing but trouble for me and I can't wait to get out of here so I can start working on a resolution.

After I booked my flight that will be departing in three hours, I quickly packed all of my belongings. I just want to get out of here as quickly as possible and I don't give a shit how long I'm going to have to wait at the airport, as long as I'm out of this fucking hotel. It's just one giant reminder, that once again, I fucked shit up.

When I get to the front desk to check out and pay my bill, the last person I want see is there; it's the bitch that was eye fucking me while trying to get into my pants last night. She notices me immediately and it looks like she is trying to see if anyone is with me. When she comes to the conclusion that I am in fact alone, she gives me the ugliest come fuck me smile that I have ever seen.

"I want to check out and pay my bill." I explain in my most uninterested, but still polite voice.

"Leaving already? That's a shame; I could have shown you a couple of the sights here in Vegas." She counters, while trying to shove her obviously fake chest in my face as close as she can with the desk in between us.

Fuck the being polite routine, it's not getting me anywhere; apparently I have to be rude for this slut to get the point.

"I think I've seen all that I need to and so far I'm not impressed, so if you don't mind, I would just like to pay my bill and be on my way."

"No, Mr. Cullen, actually I don't mind giving you anything that you want from me. If this is about your girlfriend that came last night, you shouldn't let her ruin your fun and make you leave so soon." This psycho completely ignores my obvious disinterest, while licking her lips and batting her eyelashes so erratically that it looks like someone just shot her ass with some pepper spray.

Who the fuck even does that anymore? I mean seriously, it's as far away from sexy as you can get; and what the fuck is she talking about, my girlfriend? The only person I can imagine that she is talking about is Bella; she probably had to deal with this creature when she came to find me last night. Jesus, does this woman have any idea what professionalism is? Because I doubt that they are paying her to flirt with the guests that stay here and question them about their personal life.

"I'm pretty sure my wife and personal life is none of your business and I think there may be something seriously wrong with your eyes, they are fluttering erratically. In my opinion, as a doctor, you should definitely get that looked at; it's extremely abnormal."

I get the desired effect that I was going for and she immediately stops batting her eyelashes at me. She looks like she feels incredibly stupid for her shitty flirting techniques, and she should. Hell, I even feel embarrassed for her.

"Oh, um, no. I'm fine, I just had a little something in my eye but it's gone now." she stutters out, obviously lying to cover for her failed seduction attempt and in a more steady voice continues, "Let me just pull up your bill Mr. Cullen. So you're married?" I hear her quietly mumble under her breath "What a huge waste of delicious man meat." I don't think I was supposed to hear that, but I did, and it pisses me off.

Damn, did she really not get the point I was just trying to make? She has to be the biggest fucking airhead I have ever come into contact with, besides Tanya. They would probably make really good friends.

"As I said before, I don't believe my personal life is any of your business, but yes I am very happily married to a wonderful woman, that you apparently had the pleasure of meeting last night." Even though I'm lying about Bella being my wife to get this tramp off my nuts, it just feels right to say it out loud. I can't help but notice the way my stomach clenches in anticipation of making that a reality as soon as fucking possible.

"I'm sorry Mr. Cullen, I don't mean to pry, it's just that you're not wearing a ring." she gestures with a nod towards my bare left hand that I have resting on the counter in front of her.

"If you must know, we just got married last night and we wanted to go home to buy our rings, but again I don't see how any of this is your business." I don't miss a beat, lying smoothly as I let the aggravation her questioning is causing me to come through in my response.

My chest tightens as the despair hits me full force when I realize that could have been a possibility, had I not got shit-faced last night and messed everything up. It was a very slim possibility, knowing Bella, but a possibility nonetheless. I keep my face blank so I don't give away the fact that my emotions are going ape shit, with images of Bella standing before me in a long flowing wedding gown, saying I do. Fuck! All this shit is turning me into a fucking pussy. Men aren't supposed to think about shit like that!

I need to get my shit together, and now. Man the fuck up Cullen, you can think about that shit later. When I'm finally starting to get my emotions under control, this fucking dingbat before me decides to interrupt my internal pep talk.

"Well good luck with that. If we're talking about the same girl, she was a total bitch to me for absolutely no reason." and she has the fucking nerve to pout at me, then adds, "Another thing, let me tell you she is not even close to being in your league, you could do so much better than her." she speaks confidently, adding a wink at the end of her statement.

I'm fucking livid after just listening to her talk shit about Bella; no, actually, livid doesn't even come close to how pissed off I am. I'm almost positive that there isn't even a word for what I'm feeling right now. Without a second thought my anger gets the best of me and I only have one target in sight in which to release it on.

"Are you out of your God damn mind or are you just really fucking stupid? I don't even know you! I tried to be nice and ignore your poor attempts at trying to get into my pants. But now, you. Have. Crossed. The. Fucking. Line. I want you out of my fucking face and I want to see your manager, now! And just for the record so we are clear on one thing, I wouldn't touch your ass with a ten foot pole, even if you begged me for it." I growl out at her through clenched teeth.

That little cunt finally gets the point I have been trying to make for the last ten minutes and runs off somewhere in tears after my verbal assault, hopefully to get her manager. I'm going to make sure that loony ass whore gets fired; she must have some screws loose. I don't even know her, and she's going all stalker-like on me.

Apparently, I was a lot louder than I had thought I was. When I glance around to take in my surroundings, I notice there is a shit load of people in the lobby gaping at me, with wide eyes and slacked jaws.

"What the hell are you looking at, why don't all you eavesdropping fucks go about your business, there ain't shit to see here." Thankfully, that's all it takes for people to start minding their own damn business.

An average looking man approaches me, looking quite weary I might add, and extends his hand to greet me. "Hello Mr. Cullen, my name is Tyler Crowley, I'm the manager here. I was told you had a problem and wished to speak with me."

Throughout his introduction, I leave that asshole standing there with his hand extended not returning the handshake. I know I'm being a prick, but I really don't give a shit anymore; all of my patience and politeness was wasted on that two-cent whore. I just want to go the fuck home.

"Yes, I have a serious problem with one of your staff members. All I have been trying to do for the last ten minutes is pay my bill, so I can go home. I have a plane to catch and she has endlessly tried to molest me with her eyes, made several passes at me, questioned me about my personal life and not mention, she was rude to my wife last night and had the nerve to speak ill of her to me. Do you just hire anyone here? Because in my opinion, the only profession that woman is qualified for, is working in a low class strip club, swinging on a pole and turning tricks." I explain, in an exasperated huff. For some reason this stupid fuck doesn't look the least bit shocked at my explanation of that dumb cunt's behavior.

"I really am very sorry for the trouble one of our staff members have caused you. I regret to admit that this isn't the first time a problem like this has occurred with Ms. Stanley, but I will assure you that it will be the last. The proper actions will be taken and she will no longer be employed here. I would be happy to comp your entire stay with us for the inconvenience, is there anything else I can do for you? Perhaps I can have can have a car arranged to bring you to the airport?"

I guess that explains his reaction to my complaint. Even though I want nothing more than to find out what kind of fucking retarded idiot would let that type of shit slide and continue to employ that God damn woman, I am able to resist the urge and get my whit's about myself, so I can get the fuck away from this place.

"Thank you, and yes that would be great." I respond calmly, felling better knowing I will be on my way home soon. I am that much closer to putting all this shit behind me, and I can start working on my future. Hopefully that future will include Bella.

A/N

See everyone; Edward didn't fuck up as bad as you thought! He is just really lost and confused so he keeps handling everything wrong. The next chapter is going to continue in Edward's POV. My plan was to keep going and have this be one really long chapter, but this seemed like a good place to end it and this way you get to read it a lot sooner.

Please don't forget to review! Thanx, MamaMel