I don't really know what to say, other than...

Enjoy,

BPOV

The next month was crazily hectic. Alice had called on the way home informing us that a swarm of paparazzi were waiting outside the house. We'd already snuck out the back of the hotel to avoid a crowd of cameras, and now, we wouldn't be able to get in to our own house. Edward just sighed, and redirected the driver to a hotel. We'd snuck back in through the back entrance at 2am, just to get to our own bed.

The next morning, Edward had called Emmett for a meeting.

"I don't want you leaving the house, Bella."

"I can't stay here for the rest of my life!" I complained. "I need to leave the house eventually."

"You can leave when it's died down."

"And how long will that be?"

We both looked at Emmett. "A couple of weeks, at least."

"And you expect me to stay here on my own, while you go gallivanting about?"

"I don't want you to get hurt!" he roared.

We sat in silence, glaring at each other.

"This doesn't have to be a bad thing, Edward," Emmett said carefully. "You're in the public eye at the moment, with your tour and your new album. This is perfect timing, really."

"I don't want her exposed to the media." He stood up abruptly, pulling his hands through his hair. "They're vicious, Emmett. We've already been burned!"

"Edward," I said softly. "It's ok. We knew this would happen. We've lasted longer than I thought we would. But they know. So, shouldn't we just let them know what they want to know?"

"That's a good strategy, Bella," Emmett said. "Give them what they want, and they'll lose interest."

"What if they don't?" he asked.

"Then we'll deal with that when we come to it."

Edward slunk down on to the chair. "I don't like this."

Emmett ignored him, and turned to me. "Bella, is there anyone we need to deal with? Who would come out and give information? If we act quickly, we can probably limit the damage."

I thought over who knew me well enough to say anything. Mom wouldn't. I wouldn't like to think Angela would… "Mike, maybe. Jessica and anyone else I worked with. Potentially Angela."

"I'll deal with it."

It was the morning of the interview. Edward had begrudgingly agreed to it, after much convincing from Emmett, Alice and me. He still wasn't pleased, but I was going to be standing in the side lines, cheering him on while he gave an interview on Irina's Scene.

"Everything ok, Miss Bella?" Embry, my new bodyguard asked. It was something that Edward wouldn't budge on, and truthfully, I was quite thankful for Embry when I was faced with a crowd of paparazzi. But I was already getting used to it. I'd learnt to keep my head down, and always dress nicely. There'd been a few pictures. It was a shock to see myself in a magazine for the first time, bu Edward had told me that I'd get used to that, too.

"Fine, thanks," I said to him. Me and Embry had a much less formal relationship than Edward and his own bodyguard, Sam. Even though he insisted on calling me Miss Bella. "Just a little nervous."

He nodded, and led me to the side of the stage. I sent Edward a quick text to know we were there.

Ten minutes later, he appeared at the side of me. "I didn't think I'd get to see you," I told him, pulling him in to a hug.

"Just sneaking in a good luck kiss before I go to the green room," he said.

I smiled, kissing him sweetly. "Go, you'll be fabulous."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

He was on last, meaning I first had to sit through around an hour and a half of other interviews first, which would be eventually cut down to around 40 minutes. I had only seen glances of him so far, camera shots from the green room where he was laughing with the other interviewees. To anyone else, he looked calm, but his rumpled hair told another story.

"And now, we have a very exciting guest!" Irina said, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. "He's just finished his latest tour, and his new album hitting shelves…It's the gorgeous Edward Cullen!"

The crowd broke out in applause, with me clapping right along with them, as he appeared at the top of the stairs. His hair was ruffled and his tie was slightly crooked, but he looked as handsome as ever. He waved to the crowd, kissed Irina on the cheek, and settled himself down in to her famous red chair.

"So, Edward Cullen…you've been very busy lately, haven't you?" Irina started.

"Don't I know it," he said with a chuckle. The audience laughed along with him.

"I don't know where to start!" she said. "Let's talk about your album. Now you're new album, Catching a Lift, which I've got here, is great. I really loved it. But it's a bit different from you're first album, would you say?"

"It is quite different, yes. Rebel With A Cause, which was my first album, is a bit rockier than this one. We've slowed it down a bit on a few of the songs, done some acoustic versions at the end. There's a bit more of the piano featured as well, which was fun to play around with."

"Do you play on these tracks, or do you save that for your performances?"

"I've played on a couple of them. I tend to play on the acoustic ones, unless it's a tricky vocal. I definitely look forward to the times I get to play on these tracks."

"We certainly look forward to it, too. Now, you're first album was a whirlwind ride. You seemed to shoot straight to stardom in a matter of minutes!" Irina said. Edward nodded. "This album must have been quite a different experience for you."

"It was definitely a different kind of experience. A lot more relaxed, I think. Catching a Lift is kind of representative of that. A lot of the songs are based around the kind of experiences I've had since that first success. The race at the start, followed by the calmer stuff towards the end, which is what we've tried to do with this album."

"It's certainly a wonderful album. And it's in stores now?"

"Yes," Edward said. "It's been out since last Monday."

"So let's talk about your tour. You got back a little over a month ago. How was it?"

"It was my second big tour around America. It was great. I love touring. I'm hoping that we'll be able to do a worldwide tour, soon. Or at least a European tour."

"I'm sure there's a lot of fans cheering about that. That's certainly going to be a long period of time away, though."

"Of course, I miss being at home. But the dedication of my fans almost makes up for that."

"Now we can't mention your tour without talking about a certain song dedication. Would this special girl have anything to do with missing home?"

Edward smiled widened, and I felt my own smile widen in response. "She's most certainly a big part of it."

"Can you tell us a bit about her?"

"Well, I don't want to divulge too much. Her name's Bella Swan. She currently works in publicity. She's smart, beautiful, and has an incredibly big heart."

"And how did you two meet?"

"We met at a party," he said.

"And how long have you been together? There are rumours that you live together. Can you confirm those rumours?"

I bit my lip. We hadn't discussed the answer to that question.

"Bella was in the process of moving shortly after I met her, so I offered her a place to stay in the meantime. I guess she never got around to moving out, and frankly, I'm unwilling to let her leave."

Irina laughed, and Edward flashed his winning smile. "Well, she sounds like a catch."

"I'm very lucky to have her. I still can't believe she loves me as much as I love her."

The audience let out a collective 'aww' as Edward smiled bashfully again.

"You look very happy, Edward," Irina said. "Should we be expecting news of a proposal soon?"

My heart flipped in my chest. Was I ready for a proposal? We hadn't been together that long…but did that matter?

"Let a guy have his secrets," he said, winking.

"It's been an absolute pleasure having you here. I understand you're going to sing us out?"

"I suppose I could give you a song, sure."

"Ladies and gentleman, to sing us out, with a song from his new album, Shows Over, Edward Cullen!"

The audience started cheering and clapping again as Edward made his way to the small stage and picked up his guitar.

I took the opportunity to find my way to the entrance to the green room.

"You were amazing." He seemed slightly taken aback as he saw me but eagerly scooped me in to his arms.

"I missed you," he mumbled in to my hair.

"I was less than 50 feet from you."

"But I missed touching you," he said. "I missed smelling you, tasting you."

"You don't play fair," I whined, before he claimed my lips.

"Time for that later!" a voice boomed. "Work first."

"Emmett," Edward groaned. "I didn't know you were here."

"Should I be worried you were groaning his name while kissing me?" I asked.

"That was a bad groan," he said.

"Good to know," I said. "What can we do for you, Em?"

"I wanted to congratulate my favourite client! Nicely handled, Edward. Especially the housing question. Took something dangerous and made it sweet. Good job."

"Thanks, Emmett," Edward said. "Anything else need doing today?"

"You have to do the promo picture," I supplied. "Then we're done."

"Hey, Bella?" Emmett said. "Can I borrow you for a minute?"

I looked at Edward. He shrugged. "I'm just gonna go and take a shower."

I nodded and took Emmett to the living room.

"You look serious. It's worrying."

"Nothing bad, Bellybutton. I just want to talk to you."

"Ok…" I hovered near the door. "Do you want a drink or anything?"

"No, thanks. Just sit down. I'm not gonna kill you."

"Right. Ok. What do you want to talk about?"

"Your job, actually. I'm aware that things have been hectic around here lately, but I wanted to discuss it. I'm aware it was a very spur of the moment decision, and I'd like to discuss it further."

"Wait a minute, are you firing me?" I asked, leaning forward. I'd gone to the office a few days over the last couple of days, but mostly I'd just been making coffee and taking calls. Emmett had promised it was just until I learnt the ropes, but it was pretty much what I had been expecting. The rest of the time I'd been accompanying Edward to his appearances.

"I'm not firing you," he said. "I just want to reassess your duties."

"Ok…"

"You have an English degree," he said.

"I do," I agreed.

"And no experience as a receptionist," he continued.

"Nope," I said.

"So in the interest of what's best for my company, and what you're most suited for, I'm offering you the chance to be relocated within the company."

"Relocated," I repeated. "To where?"

"Essentially, you will be helping writing the spiels we send out to the press. We'll probably start you off proof reading, until you get the hang of the way stuff is written. Then we'll move you up to some non-drastic stuff – album releases, press appearances etc. Then you can start with the 'client just dedicated a song to his unknown girlfriend' type catastrophe we get occasionally."

I threw my arms around him. "Thank you so much Emmett. I really appreciate it."

"It's no problem, Bella."

"No, I mean it," I told him, sitting back. "Thank you for – God, this sounds weird – thanks for treating me like everyone else."

"Don't thank me too much yet. This means more time at the office. Edward will have to make do without you sometimes."

I nodded. "We can do that. Everyone has jobs."

"Well, I'm glad you're the sensible one. You'll have to tell him," Emmett said with a smirk. "I'm betting he won't take it so well."

"He's a big boy. He'll get over it."

"I'm not ruling it out though. You can go with him if there's no one spare. And on tours," he added. "Nobody wants a repeat of that again."

"Perfect," I said. "That sounds perfect. Thank you so much, Emmy-bear."

He stood up, ruffled my hair. "Anything for you Bellybutton. Half eight at the office on Monday. I'll introduce you to your new team. Catch you later."

"Emmett!" I called, when he was at the door. "We can still do lunch, right, boss?"

"Of course!"

"What was that about?" Edward said, wrapping his arms around my waist. He smelt clean and manly.

"You want a cup of tea?" I asked, spooning two sugars in to my cup.

"No, thanks," he said. His lips found my neck. "Is it a secret?"

"No," I said, turning in his arms so we were facing. "We were talking about my job."

"What about it?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "He wants to move me in to a different department. I'll be proof reading statements, and eventually writing them. To make better use of my degree."

"Mmm," he hummed, kissing my head. "Is that something you'll enjoy?"

"Yeah," I said. "I think I will. It's been a while since I did any writing. I used to love working on the school newspaper."

"Then I'm happy for you," he said, dipping down to kiss my lips.

"That means I have to go to the office a lot more," I said.

"Mmhmm." He pressed some more kisses to my forehead.

"I won't always get to come with you on your outings."

"Wait, what?" he said, pulling back. "Whose gonna hold my hand before interviews?"

"You're a big boy, you'll be fine," I said. "We can still play on tours."

"Oh goodie," he said, pushing his hips forward and pinning me to the counter. "We still get hotel sex?"

"Lots of hotel sex," I agreed. "But you know what we haven't had?"

"What?"

"Kitchen sex."

"Well," he said, lifting me up on to the counter. "Let's fix that, shall we?"

AN: I feel terrible about basically abandoning this story. I have some time now, so I'm going to try and finish this story over the next week or so. I'm guessing about two chapters left, which will be sort of future shots. I suck, but I want to give you all the HEA I had originally planned.

Hopefully, we can see this to the end.