Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.

Authors note: Another chapter today for you all! Though I suppose for some readers, it is technically Friday! Anyway, enjoy!

We arrived at JFK airport late afternoon. I spent the entire flight fighting back tears and watching as many comedy movies as I could in an effort to cheer up. Eric, what a sweetheart, he held my hand the entire time.

The downside to my plan was all the fucking comedy movies were romantic too. Everytime the lead actor said to his leading lady 'I love you', I heard Edward.

I snacked on peanuts and drank copious amounts of coffee so I didn't fall asleep on the plane. It was as if it was imprinted into my brain that if I fell asleep, I would wake up and have forgotten about Edward.

That was my punishment for watching 50 First Dates.

I stood alone at baggage claim, wondering where Eric was and pondering what to do when I got home to my apartment.

Edward promised that we'd stay in touch. That alone gave me incentive to stick to my plan. I was giving up being a porn star. I would be a regular woman, with a regular job.

I would start by throwing out all of my leather, bondage and sex toys... except for my favourite ones that I actually used.

Spying mine and Eric's cases, I used the limited strength I had to haul them off the carossel. I pulled them with all the effort I had... and landed flat on my ass with a bump.

I looked around, no-one was watching. I used my suitcase for support and pulled myself to my feet with a groan.

Where the fuck was Eric?

Despite my tiredness, I pulled both suitcases through 'nothing to declare' and through to arrivals.

Where the fuck was Eric?

At this rate, I thought I was going to have to hail a cab and pay for the fare alone. And a fare from JFK to the City wasn't cheap.

I went outside where I was surrounded by smokers. I inhaled the deathly smell of their nicotine and for a moment felt a little relaxed. I decided not to freak about the lack of Eric Yorkie in my presence and instead raised my head, peering around like a meerkat.

In the distance, I saw arms waving around frantically at me.

"Bella! Bella Boo!"

When Eric finally reached me, he was leaning over with his hands on his knees and taking deep breaths.

"Dude, get to a gym," I laughed.

"Shut up, bitch," He whined breathlessly and slowly stood, waving an envelope in my face.

"What's this?" I asked, taking the envelope from him.

"Open it," He grinned like a kid at Christmas.

I raised a suspicious eyebrow at him and pulled a piece of paper out of the envelope.

It wasn't just a piece of paper.

It was an airline ticket.

Isabella Swan

Terminal 4. Gate A3

Flight 260 at 21:00

JFK New York to Heathrow London

Row F Seat 4

I swallowed hard. I was afraid I was about to hurl.

"Eric? What... is... this?" I stuttered.

"It's a ticket straight back to London," He continued to grin like a fucking cheshire cat while I was panicking inside.

"Why?" I almost screamed at him, unable to process what I was looking at.

"Boo, you're in love with Edward Cullen. You need to tell him,"

"I... I'm... I can't..." I stammered and my hands shook. Eric chuckled and put his arm around me.

"I know this is as scary as hell for you and you're totally unsure about it all. You need to admit it to yourself and then get on that fucking plane and tell him!" Eric laughed, squeezing me and kissing my clammy cheek.

Eric let go of me and I licked my very dry lips, combing my long hair through my fingers while I tried to think.

I tried to think of something sensible.

Instead I first pictured Edward in the diner, sneaking a condom onto his dick... then I thought about the way he throws his head back when he laughs... and then about the times I caught him watching me when he thought I wasn't looking...

"I love him," I blinked, staring at Eric, "I love him," I repeated.

"Yeah you do. And New York and I can survive without you for a while,"

My pea sized brain was finally comprehending what was going on. I wanted to laugh hysterically but instead only a nervous chuckle escaped and I hugged my best friend in this entire world. I whispered my thankyou's over and over and over again until he was literally pushing me back through the automatic doors and in the direction of departures.

"I love you, Eric!" I shouted out and waved to him.

-BS-

I could hardly sit still on the flight back to London.

I was wriggling, shifting and sometimes bouncing in my seat.

It was excitement, nerves, and Irish coffee.

It was also possible, that I may have been a little bit drunk.

-BS-

Luckily, I sobered up by the time I landed in London. I was still sickly nervous and trying to come up with some kind of fabulous speech in my mind.

"Hi, Edward," I mumbled, "So yeah, surprise! I'm back... um..."

I shook my head to myself as I whispered and murmured to myself as I walked through customs and into the early hours of morning London.

It was a little weird to think I'd only been here twenty-four hours before.

I pulled out my cellphone and switched it on. I had no idea how to find Edward or where to go, so I figured the best way would be to call him.

I found his number, I'd saved it as 'E', pressed the green button and held the phone to my ear.

It only rang a couple of times.

"Hello?"

"Edward? It's me, Bella,"

"Bella!" He sounded happy, "Where are you?"

"I'm in London," I admitted, nervously.

"You're... you're in London?" I heard him ask. He sounded worried. My stomach churned.

"Yeah," I tried to remain upbeat, "Why? Where are you?"

"I'm in New York,"

One chapter to go!

Two at the most!

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