Paparazzi

When there's no where left to run
Is there room for one more sun? One more sun?
When you can't hold on? If you can't hold on?
Hold on…

-All these things I've done, The Killers

BPOV:

"Guess what?" Alice's voice rang into the phone. She was in Paris with Jasper. I never imagined a better couple. They were Romeo and Juliet without all the drama. I envied their effortless love. I was still hurt by Edward's reference to me as a "great friend." It killed me.

"What, Alice?" I responded flipping through the channels. I was on my way to Pennsylvania after a long tour in Mexico. It had been great; I loved every bit of it.

All the romantic movies I saw and dancing couples to music of mariachi inspired the tragic song of Alejandro. It was a hit.

I twisted on my couch. I was glad that they had set up my tour bus with all this nailed down furniture. It felt like home except when we went through bumpy roads.

"Edward just preformed at Pennsylvania the day before yesterday. He'll be in town when you are!" She squealed. "How great is that?"

I felt my face break into a long smile. "NO WAY! HOW EXCITING?"I laughed out of pure joy. We started gossiping and planning for my arrival that evening.

I walked off my limo eager to get to Edward quickly. My resentment towards the two words, "great friend" was forgotten. I was so happy. I wanted nothing but to see him. I wanted to be with him. I smiled at the thought of how handsome he was, how much he understood me, how much I loved him.

I skipped over to the front desk. I was at the Four Seasons and hoped the man could give me the number of Edward's hotel room. I heard someone laughing in the distance and eagerly turned.

That was Edward's laugh!

And then I heard the laugh of someone. They both walked into the lobby with his hand casually around her shoulder. She stopped short at the sight of me. She burst out into a smile and waved. Edward saw me and I could see his grimace.

I felt that my heart was in my throat and all I wanted to do was run and never stop. But my feet were glued to the ground and refused to obey the whole running order.

I lowered my eyes.

"Edward look, it's Bella!" The blonde approached me happily. "You don't remember me? It's me Tanya, I helped with your make up in that photo shoot ages ago." She stuck out her hand and I nodded with a forced smile.

"I remember you," I nodded. "It's nice seeing you." Edward didn't say hi or even note me.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked him. He nodded but stayed by her side. I scowled. "In private, please," I hissed. He stiffly turned and walked off. I followed as quickly as I could.

"What is that all about?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb." I snapped.

He suddenly grabbed my wrist and pinned them above my head, causing me to be glued to a wall with his body against me. "Don't, just don't," He begged with angry eyes. "Don't do this. Don't act all innocent. I can't believe you did that to me."

I narrowed my eyes. "What did I do?"

He let go and walked to the other side of the hallway. "That Alejandro boy and you can go to hell."

I pushed off his chest to stop him from walking away. "Alejandro? Who is that?"

He grabbed both my hands in his. "That man you wrote a song about," He scowled. I shook my head angrily.

"There is no Alejandro. That was just-"

"Don't lie to me."

"Let me explain! You have to stop making all these assumptions and comments and just hear me out!"

"NO! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE Bella! Whatever I thought we had is over. I'm not going to care more about you than you do about me." He walked off furious. I bit down on my lip staring at the floor.

"I love you," I mumbled. I couldn't believe he thought I had been with someone else. I looked back and saw him hold the door for Tanya to pass by and they left.

I stood there trying to gather myself together and remember how to breathe. I wanted to tell him how he helped me get over my paranoia toward people and their skin. I wanted to tell him how he made me feel better as a daughter.

I hadn't been able to tell him any of that or of my feelings. I felt myself choke a bit. I wanted him. I liked him. I needed him. I loved him.

I had written a song besides Alejandro. I wrote a song, where in my hopes, he had been in love with me but he was scared to tell me. I wrote the song to inspire him to tell me his feelings or ask me out.

EPOV:

She looked up at me and hopelessness was clear in her gaze, like she was trying to explain to me the most important thing in the whole wide world.

But I couldn't get past her having been with another man. Tanya looked at me worriedly. I felt like a tool even though I hadn't intentionally staged this to seem like we were a couple.

"What happened? The poor thing looked heart broken." She asked. I shook my head dismissively.

"It was nothing. It was just an old resentment. Let's go out and eat." I held open the door for her trying to act casual.

I could almost hear my heart ripping in my chest.

We walked next to each other and she finally convinced me to confide in her what had made me so angry at her. She was furious…at me.

"You're so dumb!" She threw her arms up in frustration as the waiter walked away. Everyone in the sea food restaurant stared at us.

I frowned. "Me? What did I do?"

She leaned in. "Edward I love that Alejandro song a lot. So I went online to see when the music video would come out. I found this interview of her and some guy. He asked her if it had been romance that inspired her. And she said yes."

I turned my head angry at Tanya for completely confirming it. She put her hand on mine.

"Wait, it wasn't personal romance. She said that what inspired her was watching romance in Mexico. She talked about all their dancing and public affection for each other and how it inspired to write this tragic song. "

I choked. "What? So there is no Alejandro guy?"

She shook her head. "No, you idiot, and by the look in that broken girl's eyes, you just broke her heart."

I ran my hand through my hair. "Damn, what did I do?"

The waiter set down our food. She asked for my autograph before leaving. We were at a very popular restaurant which led to little privacy.

Tanya chewed her salmon watching me process my thoughts. "Well, first you should apologize for being so stupid."

"Yeah he should," I turned to the familiar voice. It was Tyler. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked sharply.

"Bella barely made it back from her tour in Mexico and I wanted to see her." He replied pulling up a chair. "And when I saw her, the girl was in tears. I knew it was you, so I came to kick the shit out of you. But I think you seem to have caught on that you fucked up. "

Tanya chuckled. "I like you, very straightforward." She turned back to me. "So, first you should beg like a dog, and then maybe go through the kissing her ass phase, then maybe she might let it go."

Tyler nodded. "That should work."

I rolled my eyes at them. "You two get along so well, I think I'll leave." I grabbed my coat and gave Tanya some money for the food. She chucked them back at me, saying things about empowering women hood to the point that women should pay for the check.

I took the money back and snuck into her purse. Than I ran out before she noted.

I jumped into the car not all that sure of what I was going to do next.