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My eyelids became heavier, until any fight against them was impossible, and I curled up in Edward's arms and surrendered to sleep.

The loud beats and flashing lights of the Midnight Records club were still perfectly clear in my mind, though, subconsciously, I was aware that I was partly asleep.

I frowned in discomfort as I stretched, feeling the achy cramp in my foot. But oddly enough, hard as I tried, I could not remember its cause. Even half-asleep, I sifted through my memories of the past night. After a year and a half of hangovers and 'morning afters,' I had become quite practiced in the art of recollection…

Oh.

I swore internally as memories from the previous night came crashing down on me. The images in my mind swirled—likely an after-effect of the ecstasy and cosmopolitan…or were there three?—as I recalled the horrors of the previous night.

Tightly packed bodies pulsated on the dance floor beneath the stage as I belted out the lyrics to a song… was it Stronger, by Britney Spears?

Later…

Fluorescent lights shone across the stage and dance floor as I shimmied to the beat of fast-paced, 'hit list' dance music. My swishy black skirt clung to my legs as I whirled, twirled, and dropped with various partners, all of whom I couldn't seem to remember. One of them, a cute twenty-something year old whose name I couldn't remember—Will? William? Wilson?—offered to buy me a drink, which I happily accepted.

"I'll have a cosmopolitan with a double shot, please." I told the bartender, giggling like an eight year old, whether it was from my already drunken state of mind, or —

My heart stopped, then broke into a sprint. I remembered him perfectly.

After taking four ecstasy tablets, an expensive courtesy of Jenna, I saw Edward outside.

Oh, no. I shouldn't have drunk if I was planning on taking Jenna's delivery…

I covered my face with my hands, humiliated to an unbearable degree. I sighed miserably. Even half-asleep, I was aware of Edward's touch, his fingers slowly capturing mine. His cool touch was a vivid reminder of last night's not-so-glamorous events.

I fell asleep in Edward's arms as he ran to some undisclosed location. The gentle thrumming and the wind's slapping against my face had been oddly comforting, at the time…

I cringed, shutting my eyes with more force than necessary. The worst of the night was yet to come.

I relived the next events in the night, feeling each emotion with renewed force.

Beads of perspiration ran down my neck and drenched the back of my black sequined blouse. I felt a vague disapproval—which is hard to do while regurgitating—as I remembered the price tag of the designer's blouse, and Emily's not-so-subtle warning 'not to let a single liquid touch it, or else.'

Edward's arm stayed wrapped around my waist as I leaned over the hotel toilet, vomiting whatever was left in my stomach. The rancid aftertaste of vomit seemed to stay fresh in my mouth, even after brushing numerous times.

Edward helped me out of my sweat-drenched clubbing outfit, the darkness of the hotel room serving as a cover.

By that time of the night, I had been too far gone to realize Edward was helping me undress. Undress.

I vividly remembered watching Edward in the dim light as he pulled his shirt over his head—was it cashmere? Silk? I couldn't remember—and helped me into it.

After that, I nearly fainted on the bed, in dire need of sleep.

My eyes snapped open as I gasped instinctively. My body felt as if it were twenty degrees warmer than usual—whether that was a result of my furious blush or the puffy covers on the bed, I had no idea—and I rolled off the bed.

Two stony arms caught me before I hit the carpet.

"Easy, there." Edward muttered, helping me back onto the bed.

I stifled a gasp as my eyes opened slowly, only to be met by a face so excessively beautiful that I had to blink several times before accepting its presence. My eyes savored every drop of this stunning delusion that I so rarely experienced lately, though questions ran through my mind faster than I could comprehend.

Why are his eyes so dark? I wondered. Usually my hallucinatory Edwards were better fed.

Though my eyesight was still blurred, I could clearly see the fright and anxiety prominently etched on his face.

At that moment, I disregarded sleep and my hangover. My mind screamed that my hallucination had gone much too far—that I needed tostop now, before I was carted away to an institution—but a larger, rasher part of me ignored it.

All I cared about was Edward's presence—something I had missed with all my being for the past three years—whether it was envisioned or not.

"Edward?" I tried to ask, but my voice caught in my throat and his name left my mouth as a bare whisper. But he heard me, as I knew he would.

His eyes locked in my gaze with a familiar intensity, and I found myself unable to look away. "Good morning, Bella." His velvet voice answered, sounding serene. But the chagrin and concern in his eyes was unconcealed, and his seductive façade did not fool me.

"What are you doing here, Edward?" I whispered, trying to infuse my voice with the proper outrage and confusion I should have felt, but barely succeeding in speaking—my airways felt groggy and closed off.

As I tried to get a better look at my surroundings, I knocked the bed's covers off, revealing Edward's long, cashmere shirt, barely reaching my thighs.

I tried to sit up, but the swirling in my head accelerated and I found myself laying back down, my head on the pillow, with no idea how I got there.

"You'll feel better later," Edward murmured, not answering my question.

"What's going on?" I whispered, afraid my sleep-drenched voice would embarrass me by breaking.

Edward gently brushed a matted curl away from my face, his cool fingers leaving a white-hot trail in their wake. His touch sent my heart hammering, and he smiled upon hearing it. The smile was wrong, though—it didn't reach his eyes.

"I will tell you everything later. But you should sleep now."

He brought his hand to my face and brushed his fingers over my eyelids, gently closing them—his touch lighter and less substantial than a butterfly's wings.

My head whirled with thoughts about the last day, but the world had taken on a dream-like presence, and I could not bring myself to voice them.

I felt Edward's cool breath tickling my ear.

"Sleep now, Bella." He cooed.

And with that, I stopped resisting, and my subconscious happily won, sending me spiraling into hours of locked away, miserable dreams.

Hi guys! I hope you liked this. I wanted to write a chapter where Bella wakes up and realizes, horrified, all that has taken place in the previous night. Also, it was fun to write some Bella-Edward dialogue without all the usual drama.

Pretty, pretty please let me know any scenes you would like to see played out. Although I know where I am going with the story, I would love, love, LOVE to hear some of your guys' scene ideas!

Hope to hear from you!

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