Chapter 3

EPOV

I kept strumming for another hour, but nothing came to me. Not one melody, not one word, not one idea. I knew I had to get out, I had to leave this room. I needed some inspiration. I grabbed my jacket and headed out. We had the whole floor to ourselves, the manager said we shouldn't have anyone bothering us. We were on the top level, so it had an amazing view. The city lights were out and the city was looking amazing. Something suddenly hit me, three words: Stop and Stare. I smiled with delight, that was defiantly was going to be the name of the new song. (Okay, that is actually a real song and it's by One Republic, so just so you know, I'm not making it up, it's from them)

Stop and Stare, now I only needed the music and the lyrics. Great, I groaned. The deadline was in four days and all I had so far was the title. I walked to the elevator and pressed for the ground floor. The doors re-opened again to show the lobby. There were a few people who stared at me, who knew who I was. I looked around the room, there were a few teenage girls looking at me excitedly and were whispering among themselves. I thought I'd mess with them so I flashed them a brilliant crooked smile. They all gasped and giggled, blushing. I winked at them before heading out the main doors to the city. My security guards eyed me suspiciously, "What are you doing out this late Mr. Cullen?" one asked me.

"I need some inspiration." I told them.

"I would feel a lot better if one of us came with you, there are a lot of people out here who admire you, and some would like to take advantage of you. Please."

"No thank-you, I'm a big boy, I can look after myself."

The guard nodded hesitantly. I turned and walked down the road, watching the lights of the city, trying to get some inspired flame to flicker into existence in my head. Nothing.

I walked around the city for an hour, getting no flame in my head. I finally sighed heading back to the hotel. I had gotten a lot of stares from the people around me and a lot of people asked me for my autograph. I told them each time that I was trying to get inspiration for my new song. They were a little over enthusiastic and some even batted their eyelids at me. It was all such a fake show. As I started to walk back to the hotel, I noticed a brunette trailing behind me. It was a twenty minute walk and she had already followed me for the ten minutes I had been walking. I whirled around and stared her in the face, infuriated. Then I saw her eyes, her brown glowing orbs that filled her face. Her hair transcended just below her shoulders and she was wearing shorts, a plain white T-shirt and a cardigan. I gaped at her for a second then realized what I was doing. "Uh, do you have a problem or something, yes I know I'm Edward Cullen, but if you stalk me any longer, I'll get security."

Her face went into shock for a moment, then realization, then anger. "I am not following you, I'm going to the Union Hotel! Thank-you very much!" she said, hands on her hips.

"Oh yeah, likely story."

"Yeah it is, look, here's my key card!" she took out a key card from her pocket and I looked at it closely. It said union hotel, and it was exactly the same as mine, except for the room number.

"Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"Yeah, what ever." She interrupted me. She pushed past me and began walking in the direction of the Hotel. I jogged and caught up with her.

"Listen, I am honestly sorry, it's just, I have a lot of fans and a lot of them would stalk me." I rubbed the back of my neck, I was nervous around her.

"Yeah, I know, I get it."

We walked a bit in silence. "I didn't like the opening song." She commented, breaking the silence.

"What?"

"I said, I didn't like the opening song to your concert tonight."

"Oh, you were there?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you like it."

"I have my reasons."

"Okay…" I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Uh, can I ask you something?"

"You didn't give me much choice there sunshine."

"Uh, um, well, why aren't you a bit more interested in me."

She stopped in her tracks and eyed me with rage, I think I just said the wrong thing.

"Because I'm not some bimbo who will fall at your feet just because you're famous. Honestly.." she shook her head, starting at a faster pace this time.

"Uh, sorry, it's just that…"

"You're used to it, I know."

"Yeah."

"So…If you don't like our music, then why did you come to the concert tonight?"

"Pardon?"

"Well, I'm guessing you don't like the music."

"I never said that."

"So you do?"

"Do what?"

"Like our music."

"Perhaps."

"Uh, okay then."

We had reached the hotel and she flashed her key card at the card, "Welcome Back Bella." He said and she smiled at him, "Thank-you Jonathon." She walked into the hotel and I looked at the guard, who was called Jonathon, in surprise.

"What did you call her?"

"I called her Bella, she came crying to the hotel around the same time you were in the middle of the concert and then she went out earlier, saying she needed to think. She is really very lovely."

I nodded, frowning. Why was she crying before? I walked into the hotel after her and spotted her getting into the elevator. I ran after her and caught the elevator. She glared at me but let me in anyway.

"So why the sudden interest?" she asked me.

"What interest?"

"In following me, there was another elevator right there if you wanted to take it."

"I felt like it."

She scoffed but said nothing else.

"Listen, Bella, maybe we could, grab a drink sometime."

She scoffed again, "You're leaving the day after tomorrow, you don't have time."

"Well, I'm free all of tomorrow, well, until the concert starts."

The elevator doors opened and she stepped out. I held the doors open for her reply. "I don't want to. It's, well, it's not you, and it's not the fact that you're a rock star, but I just can't. I just can't."

My heart sunk, I don't know why, but it just did. I really wanted to.

"I won't stop trying."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because, I like you. You're different."

She shook her head, "Not a good idea."

I closed the elevator doors. The last thing I saw of her were her eyes. Her brown glowing eyes. Once on my floor I jogged to my room and opened it. I ran into my room and got my guitar and a notepad and pen quickly. It was as if her presence was enough to get my mind moving. My pen scrabbled quickly over the thin paper and I began singing, I was inspired.

So, once Edward starts the song, will he be able to finsih it. If not, can Bella help? Will Edward ever see Bella again (kind of obvious answer)! Will love bloom, or will Bella's distress still be a road blocker? Please review and tell me what you think!