EPOV

Shit. This night was going great. I could tell I was getting to Bella. I walked over to the dance floor looking for Emmett. I spotted him dancing with Rose. I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around to talk to me, but still continued to dance. "Hey man, I'm gunna take Bella back to my place, she seems a little drunk, and I'm gunna talk to her about some stuff," I told him, moving my eye brows up and down on that last part.

"Hell yeah man! Take the SUV, we can catch a cab home," Emmett told me, throwing me the keys. "See ya," I waved and walked back towards Bella. What I saw next made me furious; a man was hunched over Bella, while she was trying desperately to push him away. I stormed over there only to hear Bella telling him no, and to stop. I grabbed the scum by his jacket and pushed him to the wall.

"I believe she told you to stop!" I yelled crushing him even more.

"Hey man, I'm sorry. I didn't know she was with you."

"Get the fuck out of here. And I better never see you with in a 100 feet of Bella ever again. Or else this jacket of yours," I flicked at the jacket I just ripped in two, "will be you next time. Got it?" He just nodded. I let him go, and he ran away. I turned around to see Bella both scared and shocked. I kneed down in front of her and put my right hand to her check, "I'm sorry you had to see that, did he hurt you?" She didn't answer she just hugged me, and I hugged her back.

BPOV

Oh no! I thought as I saw James wave at me and then begin to walk towards me. I readjusted my self and sat up straight in my chair. "Bella!" James said and stood right in front oh me. "It's so good to see you," James said after hunching over me as he smelt my neck.

Ugh. In all my years of unrequited love, this was the one guy that did love me. Too bad he was a major creeper. We met the last time I came home. I was so depressed about my latest break up at the time and I did the thing I swore to myself I would never do. I had a one night stand with him. It was the utter most awkward time of my life. He kept telling me to come get it. Come get what? I thought at the time. Thankfully, he fell asleep shortly after and I snuck out. But somehow, he got my number and would not leave me alone. He kept calling me every day, multiple times. And when I wouldn't pick up, he just kept calling. On the slim chances that I would answer his calls, to tell him to leave me alone, he would announce his love for me. Eventually he let off, till now.

"You wanna come over to my place later? It can be just like old times?" Oh my god, ewww.

"Umm. Sorry, I'm here with someone." I lied.

"Aw baby, I won't tell anyone," James said as he traced his hand over my cheek bone, giving me chills, but not the good kind. He leaned into me and traced the side of my face with his disgusting lips. I began to attempt to push his arms away, forgetting that I was extremely weak.

"No James. Stop!" I yelled. Just at that moment, he was off of me and slammed into the wall.

"I believe she told you to stop!" He yelled, crushing James into the wall.

"Hey man, I'm sorry. I didn't know she was with you." I told you I was here with someone didn't I? Ugh, the little fucker.

"Get the fuck out of here. And I better never see you with in 100 feet of Bella ever again. Or else this jacket of yours will be you next time. Got it?" James nodded, and after Edward let him go, he ran away. Edward turned around to me and knelt down, putting a hand on my check. That touch was like the exact opposite of James'. Edward's touch sent chills though my body, but in a good way. I knew at that moment that I truly did have feelings for him, and I have to tell him. "I'm sorry you had to see that, did he hurt you?" I didn't respond, I just hugged him. I leaned my head against his shoulder letting the tears fall. I didn't cry because of what James did, or what Edward did, but I cried because of what I did, all those years ago.

After sitting there in Edwards arms for what could have been hours, I spoke. "I'm ready to go now." Edward just nodded and took my hand as he led us outside. We walked down the sidewalk past the line of people waiting to get in. Whistles were being thrown at me and every time they were, I could feel Edward's hand tense up, and his grip around my waist would grow. Eventually we made it to the car, and Edward opened the door for me and helped me in. Aw, he's so sweet, I thought.

After a 20 minute ride, we eventually go to his apartment. I began to unbuckle my seatbelt and open my door. Edward was there and he picked me up under my arms and set me down on the ground. I looked up to his apartment building, shocked.

"Oh my god! Is this your building?" I asked.

"Yup. I just rented it a few months ago."

"So did I! I rented an apartment in this same building last week." It was true, I rented it online. Which, by the standards of my mom, was very irresponsible to do without seeing it in person first, but I didn't care. I couldn't live in her house with them for very long with out going crazy.

"Well you're just following me around everywhere, huh?" He smirked. Edward put his arm around my waist, carrying most of my weight. He probably though I was still a little tipsy, though I wouldn't tell him I wasn't. We were in the elevator by now, going to the top floor.

"You remember high school right," he nodded while I placed my hand on his chest. "We had fun then, didn't we?" Whoa, maybe I was a little tipsy. He chuckled.

"We sure did. I really have missed you Bella."

"Me too," I slurred my words, beginning to fall asleep standing up, leaning my head on his chest. The elevator must have gotten to the top, because Edward picked me up, bridal style, and walked to his door. He managed to get the door open without dropping me, and placed me on his couch. "What'd you want to talk about?" I asked, snuggling into a pillow.

"Us," he stated clearly. I shot open my eyes.

"Mmhmm," I said, sitting up right. I was definitely going to the conscious for this.

"You remember senior year at the party?" I knew which party right away, I nodded. "Well I lied to you that night. I did have feelings for you. I just thought it would be easier for us with going to different colleges and all. I've regretted not telling you how I felt every day since." I was staring into space replaying that whole night in my head. He said… he said he just wanted to be friends. That's what he told me. "Bella," he started to shake me by my shoulders, causing me to end my train of thought. "Bella, did you hear me? I said I lied to you. I truly do care for you, as more than just friends. Can you ever forgive me?"

I was frozen. After a few minutes of total silence, I spoke. "How do I know you're not lying to me now?"

"Bella I wouldn't..."

"Why couldn't you just say how you felt then? Why wait 5 years Edward? Why? You have got to be kidding me. I don't believe you." I began to stand up and walk out the door. Just as I reached for the door knob, Edward grabbed my hand, causing me to turn around, and his lips crashed into mine. Edward moved toward me, pushing me to the door. His fingers wound through mine, and pulled them above my head. With our tongues intertwining, I put my arms around his neck. Edward placed his hands at my hips and picked me up. I spun my legs around his waist. Edward walked back us back into his apartment, and sat me down on top of his kitchen counter, all the while never loosing contact with my lips. Edward began tracing hot, steamy kisses down my cheek bone, to my neck, and along my shoulders. "Edward," I began to pant.

"Mmm. Bella," he replied. His kisses traced down to the top button of my shirt. Still kissing every part of my skin he could, Edward began to unbutton my shirt. At first I was into it. But then I remembered everything that happened with James, and I swore to myself I would never do it again. But this was Edward, I thought. No, you have to stop. Edward's kisses continued down my stomach, as he unbuttoned my shirt. Before I knew it, my top was completely unbuttoned exposing me in just my bra.

"Wait, stop," I pleaded, pushing him aside, and hoping off the counter. "I can't, I promised myself I wouldn't."

"Bella, what are you talking about? If you don't feel the same ways then just tell me." I looked into his eyes, filled with pain. Pain because of me. I knew I would have to explain everything. I leaned with my back to the counter, head in my hands.

"I'm sorry. It's not that, I do care about you Edward. It's just…," I began. I slid down the counter now sitting on the floor, with my head still in my hands. He was in front of me, and he pulled my head up softly.

"Bella, I won't hurt you. I promise, I swear not to hurt you," he told me, and I knew he was telling the truth. He wouldn't hurt me. So I told him everything. Everything to do with that ass, James. We talked for hours, just sitting on the floor of his kitchen. Eventually, I was leaning on his lap, as he ran his hands through my hair. The touch was amazing. I must have started to doze off, because before I knew it, I was in his arms again, bridal style, and he was leading me towards his bedroom. Edward laid me down on his bed and went into his closet. He brought out a t-shirt and some pajama pants for me to wear.

"Do you think you can change on your own, or do you need help?"

"I'm… okay. Bye… bye," my words slurred. He didn't trust that I could change on my own, which was definitely true. So he started to undress me. I tried to help as much as I could, by swerving my arms out of my shirt, and scooting up out of my skirt, but I don't think it helped at all. Soon enough I was in his clothes. Mmm. They smelled so good. Edward tucked me in his bed, kissed my forehead, and left. Where was he going?

"Edward?!?!" I yelled as loud as I could, for someone half asleep. He ran into the room, probably thinking something was wrong.

"Bella? Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, where are you going?"

"I'm just gunna sleep on the couch out here, don't worry."

"Edward, don't do that. There's plenty of room in this bed for the both of us. Hell we could call up Alice and have her join if you'd like," though I knew he wouldn't. He scratched his gorgeous head, contemplating on what to do. Eventually he climbed into bed on the opposite side, facing me. I smiled, as he did back.

"You'll be the death of me Isabella Marie Swan," I liked how he said my name. I eventually drifted off to sleep, having Edward's face be the last image I had in my head of the night.