Bella's POV

I was at my third or fourth book signing today and it was going wonderfully. I had people coming up to me, telling me that they had read my book and loved every single moment of it. Some of them said it helped them through some trialing times in their lives. I couldn't hope for more.

When the book signing started, all these people came to get my autograph. They wanted my autograph. They should have seen me before the book came out. I was and still am no better than anyone in this world. Why am I classified that way when I'm just like they are?

When I had finished signing someone's book, I looked up and proceeded to tell them thank you for taking the time to read the book and I hoped they had a great day but something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention.

I looked over to the front of the store and saw the one person I was hoping not to see yet. I am sure my heart stopped and my face paled when he opened the door and entered the store.

He stopped in front of the table and his eyes looked glassy. I stood up and went to walk around him and leave the store but he grabbed me by my wrist, pulled me towards him which resulted in me being shocked and him stumbling backwards a bit, and then he kissed me.

It was a kiss unlike any other. It was passionate and I could feel all the pain I had caused him. It wasn't a pleasant feeling and I had to push him away from me. I quickly glanced at him before running out of the store.

When I was far enough away from him, I walked down an alleyway so I could be left alone, and broke down. How could he do that? He hasn't seen me in years and he doesn't even know me?

I couldn't help but remember the look on his face. He was trying so hard to not cry.

He probably thinks I hate him but I don't. I just need some time.

I had started a book that explains why I run away from things that matter to me. I was planning to publish it. I figured that because I can't tell him myself that I could write it and if he read it he would understand.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to get over the past and embrace the present. I hope one day I can because then maybe I would be lucky to meet a guy like Danny. I only hope that Danny will understand and forgive me one day.

I slowly got to my feet and started walking back towards the book store but was met halfway by Cynthia.

"Are you okay? Here, we need to fix you up. You look a mess." Cynthia said and we walked back to the hotel that we were staying at.

We stayed up late that night, me eating strawberry ice cream, my favorite, and we watched cheesy romance films.

Later, while we were trying to sleep, I started telling her about my life starting from the very moment bad things started happening to me to now. She listened to every single word, never interrupting me. When I was finished, tears were rolling down my cheeks and the only thought running through my head was Danny.

"You love him, don't you?"

It was the one question I knew the answer to but was hoping that it was wrong and this was just a crush.

"Yeah, I do." I said and fell asleep, thinking about him.

~4 1/2 months later~

I had finally finished the book that I hope can explain to Danny why I acted so harshly. I had sent it in to the publishing company and waited a few months and they sent me the extra copy I had requested. I put it in my bag and went down to the lobby because the front office had just called me, saying that there was someone from a magazine company that would like to speak with me.

As soon as I got to the lobby, I went over to chat with the editor of the magazine company and they told me that they needed an article down on a band's rise to fame. I said that it wouldn't be a problem with me.

We went over the questions that I needed to get answers to and as the editor was getting ready to leave, I asked one final question.

"What band am I interviewing?"

The editor, who introduced herself as Lauren, turned around and smiled.

"McFly."