Here's the second Chapter. Hope you guys like it!
Thank you lellabeth for all your help.
Ps. I do not own twilight, all twilight related characters belong to Stephenie Meyer
Previously on 'You Found Me"
I give over to the cold, slumping back on to the bench and closing my eyes. The darkness that comes over me is welcome.
?POV
I don't think I'd have believed it if someone had told me, but I'm seeing it with my own eyes. It's Bella. She's here.
Chapter 2: Coming Home
?POV
I was walking out to take a smoke when I saw her. At first I shrugged it off as just another homeless person but something about the petite body made me take a closer look, a force tugging me until I moved to her side.
I can't believe its Bella.
She's laying there on a bench, looking fast asleep. God, it's been years since I had last saw her, Graduation being the last. She moved to town and began attending my high school in my senior year. I remember Mike Newton would make my life hell, picking me up and putting me into a trash can. Every day was the same and he'd laugh and tell people he was taking out the trash. People shrugged it off for the most part, but not Bella. She was the only person there to stand up for me and she paid the price - he started following her around like a lost puppy for the rest of the year. That whole year I was obsessed with Bella and thanked the universe for my luck when I found out I had her in eight of my nine classes. Once high school was over and she moved out of town to explore, I had to drop my obsession and instead channeled my energy into owning and managing my restaurant. I would hear Alice talking to or about her now and then, but those times were few and far between and fizzled out by the end of the second year of college. So what was she doing here in a town that she'd always wanted to get away from? Better yet, what was she doing on a bench in the cold on Christmas Eve?
I almost lose my train of thought as the cold wind wraps around me. Looking back at Bella, I can't help but lean down closely to get a better look at her face. She looks almost peaceful except for the furrowing of her brow. Her eyebrows have what look like mini icicles on them and as I look down at her fingers I see they're blood-red. I look back up at her face, frowning when I see the dark circles all around her eyes. I decided to move her from the cold bench, not wanting to watch her freeze any longer. I gently lift her up and move her body until she's resting against me. God she's freezing! Without a second thought I quickly take off my gloves and place them around her fragile fingers - for a girl who stood up to a high school bully, she looks incredibly weak right now. I couldn't figure out what was going on - was she stuck in a snow storm waiting for someone who stood her up? Why else would she be out here during a blizzard? In any case, I wasn't having it. I let my mind drift briefly to thoughts of her boyfriend or husband but quickly told myself that wasn't the important thing here.
The reality of the situation starts to sink in - what am I doing? I haven't seen or spoken to Bella in years. She probably hasn't even thought of me, there's no reason for her to. But I can't deny that I feel an ache at the thought of her hurting. I know it can't be love, surely, I don't even know her. But even with her cold and shivering, the attraction is still there and my feelings from high school are rushing back. What is she doing to me? She's messing with my head again without even knowing it. I shake my head and force myself to focus, I can't waste any more time thinking about things like that. I need to get her some place warm, or she'll freeze to death out here.
Gently, I take off my coat and wrap it around her. I go to pick her up but realize I have no idea where to take her - Charlie and Renée moved out of their old house a while back, so I don't know where they live. Alice is still on her honeymoon so she's not an option either. That leaves one thing.
She's going to have to come home with me tonight.
After successfully getting her into my car and driving home, Bella remained fast asleep. I was hoping she might have woken up some time during the journey, considering I turned up the heater hoping to warm her. When we arrived home, though, she was still in the same state and still cold to the touch.
How long was she out there?
I lift Bella up and take out my keys to lock my car, balancing her in the crook of my arm. The beep of the alarm makes a loud sound and I turned back to the beautiful woman in my arms, wondering if it's enough to make her stir...
Still nothing.
Signing, I open the door to my apartment as best I could one-handed and lay her down on my bed. I have no choice but to undress her, her clothes are soaked through. I slowly change her into some of my clothes, hoping she doesn't think I'm a huge creep when she wakes up.
As I look down at Bella the questions begin to fill my head. What happened? Why was she out there? Who was she waiting for? Why was she waiting? On Christmas Eve it had to be something important - what was it? What will she think when she sees me in the morning? Will she be happy or sad? Will she even remember me?
That's where I stop myself, I don't want to deal about that until morning.
I wrap three blankets around Bella to keep her warm through the night. The best solution would be body heat but I figure this situation is awkward enough with me sleeping in the same bed.
Instead I grab a couple of blankets and a pillow, kiss Bella's forehead and head towards my living room, thanking the universe that my couch has a fold out bed.
BPOV
I wake up to the sound of a door closing. While my vision is still a little foggy, I can make out some furniture in the room. Crap! Dad probably found me out there last night. Guilt starts to surround me - I've ruined my parent's Christmas.
Before I can think much more I begin to feel sleep pulling me back under. I'll have to make it up to them in the morning.
?POV
The morning wasn't at all what I pictured it to be. I would have thought that I'd wake to a screaming Bella yelling and cursing me out. If she didn't remember me she might have even thought I'd kidnapped her.
I woke instead to the voice of the news cast talking about the storm outside - apparently it was going to last until the end of the year. Great, more snow was just what we needed. Remembering about Bella, I quickly put on a shirt and ran to the bedroom to check on her but she was still in the same spot I left her in, still fast asleep. I was beginning to worry about that, no matter how much noise there is, how long she's been asleep she still seems to be deeply under. I cover her hand in mine thankful they are no longer ice-cold. She's actually starting to warm up and she has regained color back into her cheeks. The darkness around her eyes is still there but it's starting to fade. I just wish she'd wake up.
Then again what will she do when she wakes up? Will she be happy to see me? Will she remember me? Or what if she didn't recognize me? It would hurt like hell if she has no idea who I am.
Who I am kidding? I still like her. I sound like a teenage boy, for God's sake.
I leave the room, walking through the hallway when something catches my eye. I run back and take a closer look at my calendar. Christmas Day.
Memories start coming through even as I try to stop them.
I make myself a quick coffee, needing the caffeine. It's Christmas Morning. Memories keep flooding my mind but I simply push them back. I'd rather not think about all that just yet.
Midday passes by and Bella is still out. By now I've already washed and dried her clothes while she's still lying on the bed and I'm waiting for her to wake up - which I'm hoping will happen soon.
Ring! Ring!
I run to answer the phone, hoping it's who I think it is.
"Hello?" I asked anxiously, wanting it to be her. I seriously needed to get caller I.D.
"Edward, Merry Christmas!" she answers back joyfully.
Never have I felt more grateful to hear her voice. She always knows when to call
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- B