So here is the next chapter! As usual, I just want to thank everyone who is reading this and adding it to their alerts/favorites and an EXTRA big thank you to those who are reviewing! Each one makes my day! Know that I read every single one of them! I love knowing what you think about the story!

This would have been posted sooner if I wasn't seething at the TV as I watched the Bachelor. Stupid Jason... I'm going to rant for a moment so if you don't want to read this, skip ahead to the next paragraph! For someone who criticized the way Deana treated him on the Bachelorette, I have to say that he is the BIGGEST hypocrite because what he did to Melissa was so much worse than what Deana did to him. And if I see him cry one more time I'm going to scream. I don't feel bad for him. I think he is a weak, weak man… And it's sad because I loved him dearly until he pulled the shit that he did. If he was in love with both women he never, ever, should have proposed. And (forgive me if I offend anyone), what was Molly thinking taking him back? Why would anyone take someone who tossed them aside? Do people have no self respect anymore? Are we that desperate? She is twenty-four years old! She has plenty of time to find someone who could and would have put her first from the beginning… Okay… Done now!

So I hope you enjoy the chapter and please let me know what you think! You all inspire me to continue writing!

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You Found Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

Chapter Six

You give your hand to me
And then you say hello
And I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so

And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
Well, you don't know me

No, you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight

Oh, I'm just a friend
That's all I've ever been
'Cause you don't know me

For I never knew
The art of making love
Though my heart aches
With love for you

Afraid and shy
I let my chance go by
A chance that you might
Love me too

You give your hand to me
And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy

Oh, you'll never know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me

Michael Buble, "You Don't Know Me"

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There was a banging. Or at least, he thought there was a banging, it was hard to determine if it was the door or his pounding headache. He clasped his left hand over this forehead, rubbing the area before letting his hand trail down the rough hair that now grew from his cheek and jaw, the stubble barely tickling his guitar calloused fingers. The banging however did not cease and he groaned, pulling the pillow over his head, hoping that if he just ignored it, it would go away.

There were only three, well, four people that it could have been: Alice, Jasper, Garrett and the slim possibility of his mother. Still, three of them would have had a key and could have let themselves in. It was only at the thought that it might be Bella that he managed to put his feet on the ground and pull himself out of the bed. If it was her, he didn't want her to think he wasn't home. He wanted to see her.

As he made his way to the living room, his feet became tangled on a pair of jeans that were scattered along his floor, causing him to trip and fall to the floor, his hands thankfully catching him before his face made contact with the carpet. In the week and a half that he had been away from Bella, he had sunk into a slump of sorts. He couldn't really help it; there had been nothing to look forward to. His days consisted of thinking of going to the National Gallery in order to see if she was there and staring at his phone, willing it to ring. He hadn't had the motivation to do anything else and Jasper and the rest of his band members were beginning to lose patience with him; he hadn't picked up his guitar once during that period. Inspiration never struck and playing only seemed to remind him of her and the songs that he had written for her. His nights were equally as unproductive: he would drink alone for a while before Garrett would stop by and drag him out in an attempt to get him laid. His friend still carried with him the notion that having sex would exorcize Bella from his mind.

"You need to get over her man… If the bitch won't call you back then it's not worth it anymore." Garrett commented before bringing his pint of Fosters to his lips.

Edward glared at him, clenching his hands into tight fists. "Don't call her that."

"What? A bitch?"

"I mean it Garrett, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"Whatever." He shrugged, smiling as a pretty blonde and her friend approached the bar. "Well hello ladies."

They giggled and Edward rolled his eyes. He didn't have the patience to deal with idiots and these girls looked as though they were missing a few brain cells. And that was being nice.

"What's your name?" The brunette asked him as she situated herself into the stool beside him. His eyes fell on her and he knew that he had to admit that she was pretty, but she was nowhere near as beautiful as Bella. No one could compare to her.

"Edward," he replied, looking back down into the amber colored beverage that he held between his hands.

They talked for a bit, she had mentioned her name but he wasn't paying that close of attention. His mind was still on Bella, as it had been for days but she didn't need to know that. He felt Garrett nudge him in the side and he snapped his head up from his thoughts and found that he was closing out his tab, his arm wrapped around the blonde's waist.

"I'm going to take Meghan here home… You mind seeing to it that Ana gets home?"

He had taken her home, he had even taken her up on her offer to come inside but as they lay on her bed, he couldn't bring himself to go through with it. All he could see in his head was Bella and it felt wrong, all of it. Kissing her. Touching her. Being with her. He didn't belong there. So he left, leaving the girl alone and confused but he couldn't have cared less. He fell asleep with a clean conscience and to dreams of being with Bella. He would settle of a lifetime of that if it was all he could get.

Alice was standing in the middle of his living room when he finally picked himself up off the floor and she was looking around with obvious disgust. Three empty bottles of Jack sat on the coffee table next to another that was half finished, there were a few empty tumblers from which he drank the offending liquor. A few empty pizza boxes from when he realized that if he didn't put food in his stomach he would have been sick littered the floor and there was a scattering of socks and shirts from the living room to the bedroom.

Hudson was lying in a corner chewing on a piece of pizza crust that was probably a few days old and she wrinkled her nose in revulsion. The place looked as though a tornado had rolled through leaving a mess of destruction but she was willing to over look it for the most part. She knew how badly he was hurting, how upset he was over what was going on in his life and how helpless he felt in his ability to fix it.

"What the hell happened?" Alice nearly yelled as she looked up at him, her eyes taking in his sunken in face and the beard that had grown as a result of a week gone without shaving. "You look like shit."

"Well I feel like it."

"What happened?"

"She isn't returning my calls," he grumbled and watched as his sister began to pick up his mess. She didn't clean for very long, picking up a few of the boxes and glasses before she stopped her movements and flopped down on the couch, her face seemingly lost in thought.

"It's over Alice… I blew it."

"I'll say."

"Listen, if you're here to give me a hard time about it, really, I'd rather you left."

"I'm here to get you on your feet. I have an invitation to a party tonight at the Embassy after the Brit Awards and you're going to come."

"The last thing I want to do is be around people."

"She might be there you know… Didn't you say that her husband works in the industry?"

His head shot up with the prospect. It was true, her husband was employed with AEG and he had recalled her saying that she often had to tag along with him to the award shows and sometimes the after parties. He clenched his jaw however as he continued to think of the possibilities, the consequences of showing up to the party without her knowledge. She might not be there, and if she was, she might not want to be around him. It was obvious she didn't want to talk to him as she hadn't gotten back in touch with him though he had left a few messages pleading her to talk to him. He couldn't figure it out, all he wanted was to be around her again and it didn't matter if it wasn't in a romantic capacity. He loved who he was when he was with her, he loved the feeling he had around her and he missed her more than he had ever anticipated he could.

"I see that got your attention…"

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Jacob sat behind his desk tapping his silver pen against the smooth mahogany top. The office was quiet, most having gone home to prepare for the Brit awards later that evening, but he chose to linger behind. He hadn't wanted to go back home, he was too nervous, too anxious and had been ever since returning back from Rome. Nothing had happened between him and Leah but it had come damn near close to it. Well, nothing apart from a rather intense kiss that Leah had broken away from first before shoving him out the door leaving him more sexually frustrated than he had been in years.

His lack of desire to go home wasn't helped by the fact that Bella had been in a foul mood since he had come home. Though he knew she had every right to being upset with him, the fact was, he had been home for almost two weeks now and her mood hadn't improved one bit, instead, it only seemed to get worse and the more on edge she was, the more he wondered if she suspected that something had happened in Rome.

"You're still here?" Leah's voice broke through the silence of his office and he looked up to see her standing by the door. His eyes scanned her body, taking the time to appreciate the slim fitting black pencil skirt that showed the delicate curves of her hips and the green, silk blouse that was unbuttoned just enough for him to catch a slight hint of her cleavage.

"Yeah."

"Shouldn't you be home getting ready? Don't the awards start in four hours?"

"I just have to put a suit on, it won't take long. I want to stay out of the wife's way," he replied as his eyes fell on Leah's lips. He wanted to stand up and walk over to her, wrap his arms around her waist and pick her up. He wanted to feel her legs wrapped around him as he pushed her back against the wall while his lips attacked her own.

"If I told you I was leaving Bella would that change things between us?"

Leah shifted her weight uncomfortably as she cast her gaze down to the carpeted floor. "We don't live in a 'what if' world Jake…"

"But what if?"

She shook her head. There was no denying how hard this was for her because she did like Jake. She liked him a lot more than she wanted to admit and she hated that he was married. She hadn't felt like this about anyone since Sam but she had firsthand experience on how difficult it was to love a married man. It upset her that it seemed that all the men she had ever cared for enough to actually want a relationship with, were already taken.

"You aren't going to leave your wife. We both know that."

"Yeah… You're probably right," Jake sighed as he stood up and gathered his suit jacket from the back of his chair. "I'll see you tonight at Embassy."

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Bella stood in front of the mirror of her bedroom, her eyes taking in the pale blue dress, if one could call it that, she was wearing, occasionally turning to the side to check her figure, uncomfortable about how tight and short it was. She was mentally cursing Rosalie for making her buy it.

"There is absolutely no way I am wearing that!" Bella said, probably a little louder than she had intended, when she looked up and saw the dress that Rosalie was holding up for her inspection. To her, it looked like a torture device; a pale blue, spandex contraption that she thought resembled lingerie, or at least kinky, bondage lingerie not the cocktail dress that it was advertising itself as.

"It's Herve Leger, Bella. You will look fantastic in it."

"It's a who?"

"Herve Leger… Bondage dresses. They are super flattering and I promise that it's more comfortable than it looks."

"I'll need to wear Spanx if I plan to wear that. Which I don't, by the way," she continued to press. Her fingers ghosted over the material of a colorful Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress. It was much more her style, more comfortable, and covered much more skin then the dress that was currently being forced upon her.

"Just put it on." Rose pushed the dress onto the sales assistant and rolled her eyes when she saw Bella hand her the DVF dress. "You'd think after three years you'd know that I know what looks best on you."

"Bella! Let's go! The car is here." She heard Jake calling from the bottom of the stairs and she sighed, grabbing her purse. She hated award shows. She hated everything about them and the kind of person that her husband was at them.

Her phone was vibrating and she looked down. There was another message from Edward.

She missed him, more than she wanted to admit to it but she didn't know how to act around him anymore. She wanted more than anything to be with him but that was an impossibility. He had called six times over the past week and a half and had sent a dozen text messages but she had not responded to a single one. How she got through it she had no idea, but it was slowly breaking her down and as the time continued to pass, she could feel her walls beginning to break. It was becoming harder and harder, especially given how he had not given up on her. How could he still be so nice when she was being such a complete and utter bitch to him? What had she done to deserve that? It wasn't fair; she wasn't being fair to him. It was in that moment that she had resolved to respond to him the next day.

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Edward was off in a dark corner with his sister and Jasper, his eyes glued to the door waiting for her to walk through it. Alice and Jasper were talking about something but he didn't care, he had one goal for the night: to see Bella and get her to talk to him. The past week and a half had shown him that he needed her in his life and at that point, he didn't care what the capacity was. He just wanted to be around her, to bask in her warmth and light and to be there when she needed him.

"I've never seen him like this," Alice said softly against Jasper's ear.

"Garrett said that he hasn't even tried to pick up anyone at the bars when they've gone out..." Jasper added as he pulled Alice closer to him, his head nuzzling the crook of her neck with his nose.

Edward stiffened as he watched another group walk through the door and Alice looked at him and the smile that broke out across his face and she knew that the woman was there. She studied the smile that graced his face and she was certain that she had never seen one quite like it before. He was smiling, a true and genuine smile that reached his eyes and she felt Jasper squeeze her leg and she looked to see a brunette walking beside a very tall, Native American.

"It's her." She whispered into Jazz's ear.

Edward tuned everything out. All he saw was Bella and he couldn't believe how wrong he his mind had been. He had thought he remembered everything about her, thought the image of her that always formed in his mind was complete but as he watched her, he realized just how foolish he had been. She was beautiful, by far the most beautiful woman in the room, even if she didn't believe it.

He took the time to really look at her. Her pale blue dress made her skin look like cream, and the way it hugged her body like a glove sent chills down his spine. She was stunning. Her long hair fell in waves down her back and shoulders and he wanted to run his fingers through it. His body was calling to her, but she was there with her husband so he would wait until she was alone and then he would approach her and make her talk to him, to show her that he still wanted her in his life and that he could be the friend that she needed.

"She's beautiful Edward," Alice said and he nodded his head, there was nothing else he could say in response to it. She was beautiful, inside and out and the way that Alice spoke, he could have sworn that she knew that too.

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"Bella." Even amongst all the noise she knew who the voice belonged to, but what she didn't know was what it was doing there. Her eyes lowered to the glass flute in her hand and at the pink champagne that it held. She counted in her mind how many she had consumed; there had been three when she watched her husband interacting with the exotic beauty she learned was Leah, two when she watched them dance, and two that she sipped slowly while talking with Rose and Emmett off in the corner. Seven… And, yes, it was a lot, for her especially but surely she wasn't so drunk that she was hallucinating, hearing voices, or rather, his voice, in her head.

She turned around and her eyes met his dark green ones, they held the same look that they had when they had kissed and she bit her bottom lip, her body suddenly feeling weak. "Hello Edward."

"I've been trying to reach you."

"I know," she replied casting her gaze away from his. She caught Jacob in her line of vision and he was still talking with Leah, smiling down at her as she spoke and she realized that she hadn't seen that smile in years. It was a feeling that didn't settle well within her.

"Can we talk?"

"I was going to call you tomorrow," she admitted and watched as his lips pulled into the crooked smile that she so often saw in her dreams and she realized just how much she missed him.

The club was crowded and she moved closer to him to allow some people to pass and she was instantly reminded of the scent that she had woken up to. She missed him, and now, more than ever, as she stood there beside him, did she realize it and she didn't care that her husband was dancing with another woman, or that she was making him smile because she knew that Edward was doing the same thing for her. She had become a different person since she had met him. She was happy again, something that she hadn't felt since they had moved to London. She was confident with herself, even in the dress that she was wearing, the one that she thought showed too much skin and was too tight, she still felt good enough to be there because the way Edward was looking at her told her that he thought she was beautiful. Most of all, standing there with him, she realized just how important he was to her and how she needed him in her life in whatever capacity she could have him.

"Would you like to dance?" She felt his warm breath against her neck as he spoke into her ear and she nodded, allowing him to take her hand and lead her to the dance floor just as a slow song began to play.

Take time to realize
That your warmth is crashing down on in
Take time to realize that I am on your side
Didn't I, didn't I tell you?

But I can't spell it out for you
No, it's never gonna be that simple
No, I can't spell it out for you

Bella felt his arms tighten around her waist as he pulled her as close as he could without it being too obvious that he wanted to be with her. He didn't want to put her in an awkward position but when he had seen the way that her husband had been with the other woman, he was thinking less and less about it. As he watched her husband, he was beginning to hope that the relationship between Bella and him was slowly dissolving as he appeared to be quite taken with the woman he was dancing with. If that were the case, he could finally start to tell her how he felt about her and hope that they could have a future.

He leaned down, his lips hovering above her ear. "You look stunning by the way, heartbreakingly beautiful."

She could feel her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She was never one to take a compliment and even though she was thrilled that he had said what he had, she couldn't hide her discomfort.

"Thank you, Rose made me get the dress."

"I think every male in this room owes her a very big thank you," he grinned, which only caused her to blush more.

"You look pretty good yourself Cullen."

He smiled and pulled her just a little bit closer.

If you just realize what I just realized
Then we'd be perfect for each other and we'll never find another
Just realize what I just realized
We'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each other now

Take time to realize, oh, oh, I'm on your side
Didn't I, didn't I tell you?
Take time to realize, this all can pass you by
Didn't I tell you?

Bella couldn't think of a more fitting song to dance to. The night had seemed to come to this, to a point where she was finally beginning to see things a little more clearly. She pressed her nose to his suit coat and smelled the sweet scent of his cologne and closed her eyes, trying to commit it to her memory and to press it into the material of her dress so she could smell it later, when she was home and Jake was sleeping.

But I can't spell it out for you
No, it's never gonna be that simple
No, I can't spell it out for you

If you just realize what I just realized
Then we'd be perfect for each other and we'll never find another
Just realize what I just realized
We'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each other

Edward could see Alice and Jasper off in the distance and they were both staring at him with smiles that probably rivaled his own. Though he knew he had to be careful, he couldn't help but feel happy that this was happening. After nearly two weeks of not being with her, she was there, moving with him in his arms. The only thing that would have made the moment all the more perfect, was if he could kiss her again because that was all he wanted to do. Still, he refrained because he knew better, but it didn't stop him from wanting it. Nothing would ever be able to suppress that desire.

Bella moved her head from his coat and turned to the side and her eyes connected with Jakes and she saw the flash of anger in his eyes. She felt her body stiffen and she was certain that Edward had too because he immediately put a bit of distance between them. Still, could Jake really be that angry with her after the way he was acting with Leah? She couldn't think that it was fair that he was allowed to dance with other women but she couldn't dance with another man. It wasn't as though he had asked her to dance at all that night.

But, it's not all the same, no, it's never the same
If you don't fell it to, if you meet me halfway
If you meet me halfway
It could be the same for you

Jake watched as his wife dance with some man that he had never seen before and he thought that they looked entirely too friendly and he wasn't pleased about that. He scrutinized the way the man placed his hands on her waist, how his fingers were just inches from the curve of her behind and the way that Bella was leaning into him. He looked at the way the man was looking at her, the passion and lust ever so present and he didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. True he wasn't paying much attention to her, but that was beside the point. She had a ring on her finger, a very prominent one and the man should have backed off when he saw that.

Leah heard the low growl that escaped his mouth and followed his line of sight. She wasn't sure how she felt about what she was watching; how she felt about Jacob's wife in the arms of another man. The part of her that was falling for him was happy; if they were to break up she could finally be honest about her feelings for him and see where things could go. But the other side of her couldn't help but feel crushed that the sight was stirring this emotion within him. He had, only earlier that day, spoke to her about leaving his wife but as she watched the jealously bubble within him; she knew that he never could. Even if he was attracted to her, he loved his wife and that was where he would stay.

She didn't blame the girl for dancing with another man. She had selfishly been hanging around Jake, but it was only because she loved to be around him. He always made her laugh and she felt so comfortable with him, something that she needed as she never really enjoyed the after parties. She made a mental note to talk to Bella, to befriend her and to tell her that she had nothing to worry about. She would tell her, her story, and assure her that she would never do anything that would come between their relationship. She would, however leave out the fact that she had kissed her husband. More than once.

If you just realize what I just realized
Then we'd be perfect for each other and we'll never find another
Just realize what I just realized
Oh, oh

The song slowly ended and Bella felt Jake looming behind her and when she and Edward finally broke apart, Jake was by her side, his arm protectively inching around her waist and pulling her against his side. He was jealous.

"And who is this?" He snarled, his eyes looking Edward up and down.

"Jacob, this is Edward. Edward, this is Jacob," she said trying to maintain the peace. She knew this reaction. It had once led to a minor altercation at a bar about a year ago. Still, it was his own damn fault that it had happened. He always insisted that she dressed a certain way, and it wasn't as though she could keep men from hitting on her.

"Her husband," he seethed as he grabbed Edwards hand and shook it hard. If it hurt, Edward didn't show any sign of it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. You have a lovely wife." Edwards eyes were trained on Jacobs and flickered only momentarily to Bella when he mentioned her.

"I know. If you are done dancing with her, Bella there are a few people I want to introduce you to."

"I'll be right there." She said softly and he snarled but nodded and walked away, but not before casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure that there was no funny business.

"He seems pleasant," Edward mused.

"He isn't usually like that…"

"He just doesn't like other people touching his toys."

"I'm not a toy Edward."

"To him you are."

"Listen… I have to go but tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," he nodded. "I'll send you a message."

"Goodbye," she said softly, kissing his cheek before walking away.

He watched her retreat. He watched as Jacob wrapped his arm around her waist as he casted him a look that Edward assumed was supposed to be menacing. The man, he decided, was a brute and she deserved so much better than that. It was so obvious to him that he was using her and she deserved to be loved.

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"You looked awfully cozy with Bella," Alice smiled as they left the club. Edward had insisted that they stay until Bella left. Though he knew he wouldn't be able to speak with her, he wanted to watch her. Just seeing her was enough for him at this point.

He shrugged. "Her husband is a total wanker by the way."

"What was what? It was okay for him to dance and hang all over that woman but if anyone shows an interest in his wife, who he wasn't even paying attention to he goes all Neanderthal on her?"

"So you caught that?"

"It was hard to miss… Even from here."

"Was I that obvious?" He asked as they stood on the sidewalk attempting to find a black cab.

"I know you too well to answer that but no one seemed to think anything of it," she shrugged and huddled herself closer to Jasper to keep warm. "I just think that he didn't want anyone else to be with her."

"Such a fucking hypocrite. I don't know what I hate more; the fact that he neglects her, or the fact that he flaunts his attention of another woman in front of her."

"I don't think she much noticed once she saw you Edward," Alice continued.

"She's right… You know how good I am at judging body language Ed. That girl forgot all about her husband when she saw you," Jasper smiled as he opened the door to the cab that had finally stopped for them. "Cadogan Place."

The drive to the their respective homes were quiet but as they stepped out of the cab at the front door of Jasper and Alice's home, she finally broke the silence.

"So, when are you seeing her again?"

"Tomorrow," he smiled.

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"So did you have fun tonight?" Jacob snarled as they walked through the front door of their home.

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing, it just looked like you were getting awfully comfortable with that Edward fellow."

She rolled her eyes. "This coming from the man who spent the whole night flirting with his coworker."

"Don't go throwing that in my face!" He yelled and she flinched backwards.

"Everyone could see that you wanted her Jake, so just be honest with me! Is there something going on with you and her?"

"No! I can't believe you would ask that!"

"I can't believe you think I wouldn't."

"You are so fucking ungrateful for everything that I've done for you!"

"I'm ungrateful! What could I possibly have done this time? God Jacob, I've done everything you've ever asked of me. I've quit my job, I've moved to another country, I've not once complained about how much time you spend at work, I've never asked you for anything!"

"So why were you all over him?"

"I was dancing with him! He asked me to dance what was I supposed to do? Say no?"

"Exactly!"

"You are such a hypocrite! How is it okay for you to dance with another woman but I can't dance with another man?"

"I don't know that man from Adam!"

"Well I don't know Leah either," she retorted as she walked up the stairs. She could feel his eyes on her back as he watched her but she didn't care and she didn't look back. She was too angry, too upset that he was acting the way he was. He had no right.

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"Bella?" His voice was low but she remained still, pretending to be asleep. She didn't want to talk to him.

He groaned when she didn't reply and touched her shoulder, hoping it would cause her to stir. When that didn't work, his hand slowly slid to her waist and then stomach before reaching up to cup her breast.

"Thanks for falling asleep," he grumbled and stood up from the bed and began to walk to the bathroom all the while complaining. "I thought getting married meant I could have sex when I wanted it."

When she heard the door close she began to cry, Edward's words ringing through her mind. He just doesn't like people touching his toys.