*A.N – Finally got a chapter done!!!! – enjoy && remember to r&& r x*

BPOV

After waving of Jasper and Alice, we walked to the car silently. I still had a sneaking suspicion that she had planned this; but to be honest, I had a broken ankle and him a swollen face; what could we do?

Alice had directed Edward to where she had parked his volvo, and we got to his car within ten minutes of circling the large car park.

"Are you sure you're okay to drive like that?" I asked when seeing him grimace.

"Fine, I'm just thinking about the nose guard I'll have to wear." On his nose was a thin strip of beige material.

"It's not that bad."

"That's the brace," he pulled a box from the bag he was carrying; I had previously assumed it contained pain medication, but I was proved wrong when his hand pulled from the bag a horrible plastic object.

Naturally, I bit my lip, "Umm..."

"You have permission to laugh," he allowed, a slight smile forming on his lips.

I allowed myself to giggle as he placed the item back into the paper bag and turned on the engine.

"How's your leg," he asked casually as we rounded the corner, making our way out of the almost deserted hospital parking lot.

"Fine," I answered, while plastering an automatic smile on my face. He raised his eyebrows and I kept the smile on my face, hoping he would keeping looking straight ahead, that his his emerald eyes would not pierce mine. That I could push his beauty from me.

It couldn't be that hard, the swelling on his face would probably made him look hideous to any other female.

Sadly, I'm not any other female.

"Alice is really pleased that you approve of Jasper." I tried but failed to drag the conversation away from my over heating foot – the cast was making me burn up something awful.

"Stop trying to take the attention of yourself and of yourself and tell me the truth; I have some paracetemol in the glove compartment,"

"Um, I'm a little soar, I could do with some paracetemol though, just in case it gets any worse." He smirked in the nicest way possible as I opened the glove compartment, switching on the tiny light so I could find it. As I dryly swallowed the disgusting tablet I fought with myself, the image of my husband to be popping into my head.

He had been there for me when no one else had, we shared a connection that was different from Edward and I's, he pulled me from the very depths of my depression; when I had woken up, my inability to remember a single thing, not even who I was, dragged me under.

Then Jacob came along and it was like waking up again. I was never fully healed, but I was becoming a person again, becoming a daughter, a cousin, a friend to those I had been before. Renee and Charlie became my parents again, even if I didn't remember their part in my life before.

As I spent months learning desperately small things that people take for granted in life, like talking, I went from feeling completely desolate to comfortably happy, something in my dreams told me of my past and I had never cottoned on to the fact that the face in my dreams was Edward.

And now I'm stuck in between the two men I love the most; complete opposites but both perfect for me.

Jacob is more like a friend nowadays, what started out as a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship is turning into a best friend one, and I don't know what to do, because I do love Jacob, just not the way I should. Telling him I don't love him right would break me just as much as it would him, and he had been there for me. He doesn't deserve this.

My mind was snapped out of it's wonderings by Edward's ludicrous question. "Maybe it would be a better idea for you to stay at mine,"

"What?! Are you kidding me on, Jacob would have a fit!" I was shocked by his statement, why would he even ask that question?

"I don't mean like that," he replied, and even in the dark I could see his cheeks go a darker shade, "I just think it wouldn't be the smartest idea for you to break your legs on the stairs or something."

That was a good point, but wait a second, how the hell did he know I had stairs to get to my dorm? "I can see your line of thinking, but how did you know I had stairs?"

"I helped Alice get all of her things there when she moved in." Another miss, we could have so easily have met, Alice moved in only three days before me; was the universe trying to tell us something? "And I have a spare room, I only want to make sure you don't break your neck or something in those crutches; I don't mean any offence, but ever since we've met, you've never struck me as the majorly coordinated,"

Usually, after that comment, I would have huffed that it wasn't my fault, it was just genetics, but something about the way he said it made me laugh, just a little.

We left the subject rather quickly with no upstanding conclusion and just talked, I learned little bits of precious information about this strong man, his likes and dislikes; his most stupid pet hate, the sports he's interested in, his favourite meal, his taste in music.

Just normal conversation to most, but to me it felt like I was gathering every single little fact I could about him, everything my mind could suck in; if this was the last time I seen him, I would make it count.

I tried to give answers to most of the questions he asked me, my likes and dislikes, my favourite meals. Somehow it didn't feel the way it should. When he told me these things they were like little treasures, little tokens of how his life is and has been since he was born, little funny stories of how he came to do things the way he does. I don't have that, I have less than one and a half years of my life to deduct truth from, and it seems just a little unfair that everyone else has these memories. It almost feels like they've lived longer, experienced, tested, trialled more. I felt as if I was making the conversation one sided, answering in short memorized statements, but I suppose that suited me, I was quite happy to listen to the soft tones of his calm voice.

We reached the sign post which told us of the T junction up ahead, time to make that decision; whether to betray my fiance or not.

Then again, it want like I was going to do anything with him, I was just going there to make sure I didn't break, fracture, scrape or cut any part of my body due to the heightened odds of me falling downstairs. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea, I feel horrible for thinking it, but it's not like Jacob would have to know, and I'm not even doing anything wrong, not technically.

"So have you made a decision yet?" the conversation twisted back to my minds anxious thoughts, he seemed pretty much in tune with my facial expressions.

"Uh, you mean staying at yours," he nodded still staring straight ahead, coming nearer to the part of the road where we would have to choose which lane to go into.

I dragged in a breath, "I think... I think that would be a good idea." He smiled and I began to stupidly reassure him of my intentions, "It's just that I'm usually so clumsy and-" I was silenced by the instantaneous torrentional rain which had begun to batter against the windows. "Wow."

He fumbled about with a couple of switches and soon had the window wipers on full speed, the heating turned up and had changed the radio channel, as we sped around the corner towards his spacious flat I prevented the thoughts of Jacob from re-entering my head.

"Here we go," Edward stated as he parked the car, readying himself to enter out into the pouring rain, "just wait two seconds, I'll come back down with an umbre-"

"It's fine, it's just-"

"Please," he turned to look at me and I knew he had already won the argument.

"Thanks." He left the car engine on as he ran upstairs and was back down in no time, just as he reached the door the song began; not just any song, our song, Jacob and I's song, - the sad thing is I had to be told this was our song, I had to be told the reasons, I had to be told what it went like, who the singer was and so when it started on the radio I was ready to leave it behind in the car, because even though I had known Edward before the accident I had had a very short time with him, we were getting to know each other at the same time, not me getting to know him just.

We reached the lift and I tried not to look at myself in the mirror, knowing full well the state I must be in by now, and as I took a quick peek I realised I had nothing to use for pyjamas. "Edward?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't have anything to sleep in."

"It's okay, I've already thought about that; Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rose come up about once a month for a sort of movie night thing," he mumbled the last part, seemingly embarrassed, "Rose or Alice are always forgetting their things, I actually think Alice keeps a permanent pair of PJ's in my house," that made me laugh, it sounded exactly like Alice to be so over prepared for everything, even when she had a brilliant memory – she did everything beforehand so she wouldn't forget anything.

"Sounds like Alice." He rolled his eyes and we got out of elevator.

I found Alice's pyjamas a bit of a squeeze but I managed as they were only a cute sort of summery ensemble – short and a tight T, getting them over my heavy cast wasn't a problem and even though it was a little chilly, I was grateful for something which could fit over the thick lump of plaster coating my leg.

I was ready to go to bed the second I had pyjamas on, and was going to ask for a quilt to cover his comfortable sofa, I brushed my teeth awkwardly leaning against the sink and folded up my dress whilst sitting on the edge of the bath/shower. I hopped out of the tiled toilet and grabbed my crutches which were sitting outside the door (I don't even want to attempt using them on slippery flooring). When I entered the living room I found everything sitting out for me, a folded quilt cover, a pillow and an alarm clock sitting on the nearest table.

Then Edward entered, I felt myself swoon a little; just like a stupid teenager when I caught sight of his ribbed body once again, he was wearing navy blue bottoms and nothing on top and as much as I tried not to I couldn't help but marvel at his perfectly sculpted frame. "Thanks, I'll be more than comfortable," I smiled and he shook his head quickly.

"You're sleeping in the upstairs bedroom – did you really think I'd let you sleep on the couch?"

Figures. "Uh – yes, I don't want to cause any inconvenience,"

"Really, I'll be fine on the couch,"

"Don't say that, you're making me feel bad."

"You can just take up residence on the other couch then," he joked and I decided to take him seriously.

"Alright then, do you have another quilt?"

His bruised face turned into a disapproving frown, "Don't be so stubborn, I'm not going to move from here so you may as well go to bed,"

"I'd rather not."

He rolled his eyes as I plonked myself sown on the couch opposite him.

"Just please go back upstairs."

"Do you really think I'm going to sleep in your bed?" I asked, raising an eyebrow

He heaved a sigh, "No."

"Well then, do you have another quilt?"

He was almost as stubborn as me, almost.

In the end he tossed caved and dragged in his bed cover from his room, I felt slightly guilty at causing so much hassle, to be honest, I wasn't even sure if I had a credible reason not to sleep in his bed, it would be much politer.

He set the alarm for half past seven, early enough to make a quick get away.

We said our goodnights and as I pulled the covers tightly around me in the warm darkness of his living room, I was surrounded by his scent, his taste, him.

EPOV

She was so stubborn, for no reason whatsoever she would not sleep in my bed and yet I gave in to her demands.

Sad Edward. Really sad.

As I turned of the lights and my eyes adjusted they found her shape on the small sofa and suddenly I felt calm, and I slipped beneath the covers in serenity, I held my gaze on her for just a few seconds, watching as closed her eyes and then I closed mine.

My eyes flickered open, rather disorientated in the dark unfamiliarity of my own living room, I worked out where I was in under a second but the source of the muffled squeals was still unknown.

I threw back the quilt, and I noted the squirming body lying on my couch.

Now I remembered; the party, the fall, the punch, the hospital – her thick leg and my soar face was proof of that part.

She screamed again, lying on her side, her face coming up from the pillow as she moved, her little hands balled into fists.

I didn't know what to do, clearly she was still asleep, so i felt about underneath the table, I pulled the button down as I found a candle over the otherside of the room, lighting it carefully.

In the dull light I noticed the fresh sweat covering her forehead, the little wrinkle in the middle of her nose as her face contorted once again into something I could only describe as agony.

I didn't know whether to wake her so I sat on the edge of the sofa, and ran my finger across her cheek, slowly and gently, as what was intended to be a calming motion, and it worked, her screaming became quieter and she began to mumble softly.

"Please Edward... Stay... I want to..." she was dreaming about me? Just as I began to smile she creamed worse than before sending shivers down my spine and her eyes snapped open.

Her eyes found mine quickly, and they looked do mournful, so scared.

"What's wrong," I whispered slowly.

"I can't tell you," she sniffed, "just hold me, please." She lifted the embroidered quilt up with one arm and I hesitated before slipping inside. Her plastered ankle was to the inside of the couch so no pain was caused and relaxed as she wrapped her arms around me, nuzzling her head into my neck.

How I longed to react, but I couldn't, I couldn't take advantage no matter how tempting it was.

"Edward?"

"Yes?"

"Just do this one thing for me, kiss me," she mumbled and and kissed my neck, sending little bolts of electricity through me.

"I – I can't."

"Why?" she seemed a little more awake now, propping herself up a little on her elbow, her eyes half open.

"I – It's just – you're not your usual self."

"You're wrong, I'm being me, for once in a long time I'm doing what I truly want to do, even if it's just once," and then she did something I wasn't expecting, she kissed me. It began passionately, almost fiercely, making my painful mouth throb even more. But I didn't care. As it got softer I melted into her, pulling her closer to me, and finally pulling away, my hand rested on the back of her head as her face one more nestled into my neck. I sat thinking for what seemed like hours, and as I gazed down at her she drifted off to sleep, calm as could be, and I found my lids becoming heavier. As I began to find sleep I drank in her face, every minute detail.

True Beauty.

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