Hello my lovely readers. Have I told you how much I love you lately? No? Well let me change that, cause I do. Thank each and every one of you for taking the time to read and review. Over 600 of you have taken the time to at least open the prologue and give it a shot so, thank you!

As usually without elfinchakie I'd be lost, and Edward wouldn't sound nearly as British as he does now.

And without brandy_d there'd be no punctuation and it'd be all one giant run on sentence.

Usual disclaimer's apply. I don't own Twilight.

Now without further ado, I give you EPOV.


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EPOV

I was bloody exhausted. I was tired of working. Most of all, I was tired of the screaming.

It never fucking ended.

If I never heard another girl screaming and practically assaulting me, just to try and get my attention, it wouldn't be soon enough. Now that we were done shooting the third movie in this series, I was taking some time off. The executives at the studio still weren't sold on shooting the forth one, and to be completely honest I was okay with never having to be in another one of those movies ever again. The longer the big wigs took to decide what to do, the longer of a break I could have. I knew I had at least a month's break before we'd hear any news, so I was heading back home.

My best mate had some time off from touring with his band, so he decided to meet me in my home town of London and decided we'd just piss about for the month. He was getting into London about a full day before me but had a spare key, so I wasn't too worried. Jasper said his girlfriend Alice was going to be in town before he got there, so there was a chance he'd just go straight to her hotel. Then, when I got in they'd come shack up with me for a bit.

I sighed wearily as I made my way off the plane making sure to pull my baseball cap low over my eyes and hunch my shoulders a bit in an attempt to look a bit more inconspicuous. It usually never worked but it didn't hurt to at least try and hide from the bastard paparazzi. I don't care how famous you are, there can't be anyone out there who likes having cameras shoved in their face twenty-four seven. It makes it impossible to have any semblance of a normal life.

Of course, there are the people who say if you don't want cameras in your face, then you shouldn't be famous. I think I could agree with them to an extent, a very small extent. I am in the public eye, and as a result, I do have to sacrifice a bit of my privacy, but my every move shouldn't be documented. There are just some things that no one wants to or should see.

I'm really not as ungrateful as I sound. I love my fans, without them, I would be no where, but there is such a thing as personal boundaries. I don't need to be assaulted for an autograph, I'm even partial to a nice quiet chat when people aren't grabbing at me.

I managed to get back to my place and fall into bed just barely getting undressed enough so I could sleep comfortably. My last thought before nodding off was how glad I was to be seeing Jasper tomorrow.

July 2nd

Alice claimed she wanted to go out to celebrate my being back in London. So we all made plans to go to a club that was close to my place. I really didn't want to go out but what Alice wants, Alice gets. Plus, with just the three of us going out hopefully we wouldn't draw too much attention.

When we finally got to the club, it was pretty packed, so Jasper and I combed the bar for a place to sit while Alice made the rounds. She said she wanted to get a feel for who was here. We quickly found a place towards the back that had a good view of the entire club and Jasper went to grab a couple of drinks, while I tried not to make eye contact with anyone and generally act invisible.

When he got back, I asked him about Alice and he just shrugged. Apparently he couldn't find her, but that wasn't surprising she blended into a crowd like no one else could. If you didn't keep her on a leash, she easily got mixed up in large over populated areas. So, we sat back and enjoyed our drinks while we caught up.

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We had been at the club for a couple hours. I was ready to go, but we hadn't seen Alice since we arrived. I couldn't believe the trust that Jasper had in her, of course he knew no one would hurt her, he had made sure of it by teaching her jiu jitsu himself. But still, to trust her to go off on her own, I wish I had that kind of trust I another person.

Finally, Alice showed up just as the club was getting ready to close so I decided to use the loo. As I was heading back towards the restrooms, a tall brunette caught my eye and I stopped to watch her walk in the opposite direction towards the ladies room. My bladder was quickly forgotten in preference of perving on the girl I had just seen.

I tried to look casual as I stood outside the ladies room waiting for her to come out. Apparently, I was doing a piss poor job of it because I received several dirty looks from girls as they walked out. Finally, she emerged and immediately started to walk away from me. Where was she going? Every other girl who walked out looked at me, but she just walked out and away. This was wrong. Wasn't she supposed to notice me? I pushed up away from the wall intending to stop her when I saw her starting to fall. I acted on impulse and reached out to grab her, catching her just before she hit the floor.

Of course, as my luck would have it she got tangled up in my suspenders. Really, it wouldn't have been an issue but Alice wouldn't shut up about them. When I walked out with them on, she asked me if I'd like a sweater vest and a tweed blazer to go with them. Eventually we had compromised, I got to keep them as long as they stayed off my shoulders. I should have just listened to Alice, and taken them off when she told me to. I pushed myself up off the floor trying to help my mystery girl up as well.

I asked her if she was ok, she looked up at me and then back down just as quick, then she merely nodded. It wasn't really what I was looking for. I was hoping for some sort of communication with her. Maybe find out her name, where she's from, if I'm lucky a phone number.

She seemed fascinated with my shirt for some reason, so I asked her again if she was okay, not knowing if she had actually sustained some sort of trauma. When she only nodded again, I was about ready to give up, but then she reached out and touched me. And not just casual, hey what is the fabric of this shirt made of, but it was skin to skin contact. I looked down and, Jesus Christ, she had her fingers in my shirt. I watched them moving in the opening and felt them against my chest. I wanted her to feel more and urged her silently to touch more. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her hand in my shirt and was silently rejoicing when it looked like she was going to try and fit more in. Unfortunately, the house lights came on and she jerked her hand away like my skin had burnt her. She turned and started to walk away but then stopped suddenly. I watched her sway back and forth and took a step toward her preparing to catch her if she started to fall, but I needn't worry because a pretty blonde came up next to her and grabbed her hand. They talked briefly before heading out.

I had no clue what I was doing just standing there watching her walk away but I couldn't force myself to move, no matter how badly I may have wanted to go after her.

"Hey pussy, let's get that pretty ass of yours in gear and go home. I'm tired as fuck, and apparently I need to give you lessons on how to dress yourself again." I heard Alice yell from across the now almost empty club and Jasper's laugh shortly after.

I looked around me, not believing that while I had stood here watching her walk away the whole club had just about emptied.

July 3rd

"Oh come on, Alice, please tell me who she was. You can't tell me you know her and then not tell me who she is!" I was desperate to find out who the girl from the club was. She hadn't said more than one sentence to me, and really that wasn't to me it was just said in general. But I did get to feel the curves trapped beneath her clothes and what I felt literally made me ache for more. I couldn't remember the last time that a woman had made me feel that way. And now, come to find out Alice knows her but won't give me any info. I was getting anxious by this point, yet she still holds it above my head. Which is a feat in and of itself, that she can hold anything above anyone's head in all her 4'10 glory.

"Oh give me a break Edward. It's just another girl in a long line of girls for you." She said this while pursing her lips and all I could do was cross my arms and glare angrily at her. She knew there was no line of girls anywhere. Well no there were lines of them, plenty of lines but, no, just no.

"Alice you know just as well as I do that there are no other girls. If there were, I wouldn't be here with you right now trying to get the name of a girl I hadn't even spoken to. Well no we spoke but she didn't speak, I mean I spoke to her. Damnit Alice! Just tell me who she is." I was getting flustered and she knew it. Evil came in bite size and I was trying to reason with it.

"Edward you have my word that you'll see her again. If you're lucky you might even get to have a real conversation with her this time. From what I've heard, it was real stellar the first time around. How you managed to become one of the most wanted actors and Hollywood's new IT boy is beyond me." There really was no hope in trying to reason with her.

I threw my arms up in frustration and walked away. "Fine Alice you win this round."

I heard her yell. "Oh, but you know I win every round unless I let you win."

I knew she was right. You never went a round against Alice and won unless she wanted you to. So I gave up hope of trying to figure out who the mystery girl was for the night. I had time, hopefully.

July 4th

Jasper went with Alice to a meeting she had with a designer that was London based, so I was left to my own devices today. There weren't many days that I got to be on my own, and I was kind of at odds as to what to do. So as I sat in my living room watching the telly, I tried to think of what I could do. I was drumming my fingers on my legs and starting to get antsy, so I grabbed a beanie and a pair of sunglasses off the counter and headed out. Thank God, it was a sunny day so I could justify wearing sunglasses today or else the beanie would have just had to do. I walked down a few roads until I came up to a Starbucks. Those things are everywhere now, I have a real aversion to chain stores but the coffee was good. I ducked into the shop, pulled my sunglasses off and had a quick look around. As I was scanning the place my eyes caught on a petite brunette sitting in the back. She looked an awful lot like the girl from the club but I couldn't be sure. I hadn't drank a lot that night, but it was dark and she refused to look at me.

I got in line but kept glancing back to the girl in the corner. There was something about her, even if she wasn't my mystery girl. When it was finally my turn, I quickly looked at the girl behind the counter and smiled at her while I placed my order. I heard a gasp but didn't think much of it. Although, perhaps I should have, because before I knew it I was surrounded by people.

Bloody hell.

So much for a quiet day out on my own. I don't know why I expected to be able to go someplace and just be me. It was always easier for me to be about in London because most people respected you here, but when it's full of tourist during the summer you just never know what you're going to run into.

I had pictures, pens, and cameras all thrust in my direction. It was getting ridiculous. I would have been more than happy to sit down and calmly give a few autograph's or take a few pictures, but when people can't even be bothered to be civil about it and expect me to jump through hoops like a trained monkey, I find it really difficult to be civil back. I just wanted to scream out, "It's called respect arseholes, have a little." But alas my mum had raised me better then than that, and if she caught wind that I actually raised my voice and used what she called a no-no word she'd have my head.

I began scanning the crowd looking for a way out when I saw the girl in the corner getting ready to leave. Oh fantastic. I desperately wanted to go up and talk to her. To say what, I wasn't quite sure but I had to at least find out who she was. I saw her on the outskirts of the crowd, she was getting pushed about. Watching her get elbowed was the last straw though, seeing her hurt triggered a response in me to protect her. This was beyond ridiculous, and it was only a matter of time before someone contacted the police.

The mystery girl was my priority though, so I started to push my way through the crowd to get to her when I heard her yell. It was like time stood still. I'm not sure about the people around me but I was suddenly fearing for my balls.

"What is your fucking problem? I just want to get the hell out of here and none of you can contain yourself enough to watch your own appendages. You just elbowed me in the back of my fucking head. Grow the hell up and get over it, he's human just like the rest of us. I'm sure there's nothing special so settle the fuck down and let me get out of here before I take you all out."

So she was American. She slipped by me and before I could think enough to stop her she was almost gone. I reached out desperate to touch her and grabbed her arm. But with the massive crowd around me she was able to shrug out of my grasp and slip out of the front door. My shoulders sagged in defeat. This day was looking to be a promising one and the one good thing that had happened just walked out. Jesus, will you listen to me, I sounded like a pussy. I decided it was probably better to join them then than try and fight them and quickly asked for a pen from the girl behind the counter and started to quickly scrawl out my signature.

I looked at the crowd around me. Bloody fucking hell, this was going to take forever.

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By the time I had managed to make my way out of Starbucks, I was exhausted and pretty sure I had developed carpal tunnel. I suddenly remembered why I hated going in the big chains. When I finally managed to get back to my place, I was ready for bed even if it was still pretty early.

The closer I got to my front door the louder the noise became, and the more worried I became. I was afraid to find out what could be causing such a racket in my place, considering it was just Jasper and Alice. I briefly thought about not even going inside because of what I might see. There was no amount of therapy that could erase the sight of your best mate's bum high in the air. I shuddered to myself at the memory and raised my hand to knock on the door.

"What in the hell I am doing." I mumbled to myself. It was my flat; I shouldn't have to knock before going in.

I bravely pushed open the door resisting the urge to peer around it and find out what was going on when the door was yanked open and I was lifted off the ground. I'm man enough to admit I yelped a little when it happened. The assault was accompanied by a deep booming laugh and I only knew one person who had a laugh like that. Emmett must be in town, and frankly I was surprised to see him. Last thing he had told me was that he had scored some international underwear campaign and was going to be busy with that.

"Bloody hell, Emmett put me the fuck down right now." He dropped me to my feet and we man hugged, you know one arm and quick pat on the back. "What are you doing in London?"

"Ah well, you know that modeling gig I scored?" I nodded, encouraging him to continue. "Well turns out they are based out of London and have me in town shooting the print ad, and of course I ran into Jazz and Ali and they brought me back to your place."

"Well it's great to see you." We caught up a bit on what the other was up to. There really wasn't much to report back on considering we had last seen each other only about four days ago, but it was always nice to see Emmett, you could always count on him to have a good time.

"So, Em, did he tell you about his mystery girl who he swept off her feet twice?" Fucking Alice.

I groaned and Emmett looked at me expectantly. "You met a bird hey?" He asked moving his eye brows up and down in a suggestive manner.

"Oh, Em, I don't think they really met. He may have caught her while she was falling only to trip her not five seconds afterwards." I did my best to ignore her and walked into the kitchen to get something to drink. "You know how he insists he wear those damn suspenders and I always told him one day he's going to trip and fall on them and break his neck?" Emmett's smile only got bigger, I'm sure he could see what was coming.

"So this girl is walking out of the bathroom, starts to trip and he reaches out and grab's her. No big deal. But she goes to stand up and somehow when he bent to catch her one of her feet got tangled up in his suspenders and brought them both down. I swear it was the funniest damn think thing I had ever seen."

I could only mumble to myself that she wasn't, "just a girl." Alice knew her but she was evil and liked to withhold and torture. I thought by now she would have at least pointed me in the right direction.

"And, Em, on top of everything he's got a huge," she actually had the balls to look down at the crotch of my jeans, "crush on her."

"You know, Alice, you can just go… go… Ah hell, just get away from me."

"Oh but, Eddie, if I go you won't get to hear my news. And I'm absolutely positive you'll want to hear my news." I could only glower at her. "Fine if you want me to go I'll go, but you'll never find out who we're having dinner with tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll bite, who are we having dinner with tomorrow?" I knew I was playing right into her trap.

"Just a certain someone that you've been bugging me about for the past two days."

My head snapped up in her direction so fast I was pretty sure I gave myself whiplash. There was no way she had actually managed to setup dinner with her. Wait, was it dinner with me and her or with all of us? Wouldn't that be awkward for her to be kind of the odd one out, the only person she really knows is Alice?

"Her friend that she's staying with is coming as well. Which reminds me, Emmett, she's right up your alley."

"What alley would that be, Alice?" he asked as he sat back flipping through the channels. "Edward, what's with your T.V. man? All I get are British channels." I just ignored him, much more focused on the news Alice was delivering.

"The tall blonde, curvaceous alley." His interest was immediately piqued and he sat up straighter. Emmett definitely had a type and blonde was that type. I still wasn't sure why he didn't put the moves on our co-star Tanya Denali, but he just explained he liked his dick still attached to him and not rotting off. I had to admit I felt a bit bad for the girl. She was just trying to make it like everyone else, even if her ways weren't as scrupulous as the rest of ours, in the end she was still trying to make a living.

"So wait, you mean I'll actually get to see her again?" I asked. I needed to know what to expect and so far Alice hadn't told me anything useful besides the fact I was having dinner with her.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, Edward, you'll get to see her again. I hope to God you leave the suspenders at home, and put on a normal shirt like a normal human. That means buttoning up evenly and making sure you don't miss a button. I swear, Edward, you're the only fully grown adult male I know who can't managed to get dressed in the morning.

I barely restrained myself from flipping her the bird as I walked to my kitchen to grab another beer. I was tempted to stay in there too, when I heard Alice's little giggle combined with Emmett's laugh. I loved them both dearly, but when they combined forces, everyone was at their mercy. The rest of the night was the four of us sitting around and drinking, while talking about what plans we had coming up. Of course, Emmett had to be the one to remind me of the premier I was expected to attend around the twentieth.


A/N: So what do you think of Edward? Was he what you imagined? Wish you could hear about something else from his POV please don't hesitate to ask or tell me.

I had forgotten to put this at the end of the last chapter but I'd like to offer something to my reviewers. My 50th reviewer will get a special little o/s, from this story written just for them (if they let me I'll post it at the end of the story for everyone to read.) Right now I'm thinking I might do the article of People that Angela text's Bella about, or if you'd like to hear about Rose and Bella messing with the guards at Buckingham Palace I could be persuaded to write that as well.

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