Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Twilight is Stephanie Meyers (let's all worship the ground at her feet for giving us the Saga) and the song "Hey Stephen" is by Taylor Swift.
Note: You have no idea how hard this was to write. It just didn't flow like "Breathe" did. Every time I tried writing this, I ended up stealing stuff from the real New Moon. Seriously people, don't blame me if half of this is plagiarised (kind of) and sucks bad.
Also: This song is actually called "Hey Stephen" but instead of Stephen I put Edward for obvious reasons (:

Edward POV

I fought to the overwhelming urge to hold her and wipe away her tears as she cried on the floor. Instead of wrapping her in my cold arms, I squatted down beside her and mentally panicked.

What was I doing? I thought she'd be happy. Only now did I realise how selfish and stupid that notion was. Of course she'd be upset to see me – I had broke her heart. I went back on everything I'd ever told her, promised her even. I was a monster.

"Bella . . ." I trailed off, unsure what to say next. I'm sorry?

My attention was brought back to her when she opened and closed her mouth, still sobbing. I wasn't completely sure but it seemed like she was trying to say something through her tears. I leaned closer, holding my breath, anxious that she was going to kick me out of her house (not that she could make me, but I'd respect her choice and leave) and hopeful that she was going to say something.

She tried to clear her throat and choked and started coughing. "Bella!" I clapped her on the back, forgetting the promise I'd made to myself not to touch her until she had accepted or rejected me.

She stuttered and blinked, peering at me through squinted eyes. "Edward?" she hardly had any voice. It was a dry coarse croak.

"I'm here, I'm here," I whispered to her as I rubbed soothing circled on her back – I couldn't resist anymore. I wondered if that was the right thing to say.

"Why?" She turned her tear-glazed eyes towards me. Even under these circumstances, I found a second to marvel at her beautiful her eyes were.

"I heard your song and –"

"No, why?" she sobbed. "You don't want me. My song shouldn't matter to you anymore."

"Bella, I still love you, I had to protect you, leave you," I said. Then, "Bella! Please listen to me. I never meant to hurt you." When she turned away, wincing.

"Then why?" She pressed her face against her knees, which she had pulled up against her chest. I was still rubbing circles on her back – it felt as good for me as I'm sure it did for her.

"I thought that if I was out of your life, if you weren't involved in the world of vampires and werewolves, you'd be better off. You could live a happy human life, free of danger and risk." I wondered if my voice sounded as desperate as I felt.

"Not much of a life," she muttered.

"Bella, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you." It seemed important that she knew this; even if it was too late to protect her from the pain I'd already exposed her to. "More sorry than you could ever know," I added too low for her to hear.

She had finally stopped crying. She pulled her face away from her knees and stared at the floor opposite her. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her to look at what she was looking at. I'd gone too long without her to look away now.

"And then when I heard Breathe," I continued, unable to stop. My voice broke on the last word. I reluctantly pulled my hands away from her back and folded them in my lap, staring at them. I didn't know what to say.

We were both silent. Me, staring at my hands but still glancing up subtly to see her expression, her staring at her feet. Her breathing was haggard and uneven. I wondered if Alice was wrong – if she wouldn't forgive me. Maybe I was too late. I felt myself shatter at the prospect.

"I'm sorry," she whispered finally.

"Pardon?" I asked, shocked. She had nothing to be sorry for – she had done nothing wrong. I was the one filled with remorse.

"I'm sorry I'm so clumsy." She still wouldn't look at me.

"What -?" I started to ask but another sob racking through her frail body, cutting me off. I didn't think it was possible for someone to cry so much, to hurt so much.

"If – the – cut – Jasper – wouldn't've – accident – and – and – and Alice – and Esme and Emmett – and – you – wouldn't of – left," she chocked. I was shocked at the amount of uncontrollable shaking that was quaking through her body and I hurt by her words, even though I knew I deserved that – and so much worse. I was sorry I left – it was my fault and I had hurt her and she should never think it was her fault.

"Bella, Bella," I said, trying not to let my emotions leak through my voice. "It was never your fault. Please don't apologize. It's my fault, I shouldn't of left . . ."

She finally looked up to meet my gaze. Her face was red and puffy from crying, but still beautiful. They were filled with so many emotions that I couldn't name them all. She was sill shaking and sobbing, but not as bad as before, and her lips were trembling.

"Bella," I whispered loud enough for her to hear easily. I wondered if I should wait to tell her this or tell her right away. I was plagued with a horrible anxiety. But I needed to tell her this. "I won't leave, ever again, not unless you want me too."

I was wrongly mistaken in my thoughts before. She was crying more now then I'd ever deemed possible. I was horrified at myself. I shouldn't have said that, she should've had the choice to decide without my making promises and offering her prospects she would probably reject.

"Ed – w – ar – d –d," she stuttered. "I – I – I – I."

I cut her off, desperate to right my wrong. I had made it seem like she had to accept it, and that was down right unacceptable. "Of course, I'd always leave if you wished it. You shouldn't feel pressured into accepting me, or choosing anything, you should know that I'll go with your decision, no matter what it is-"

"Shh!" she said, smiling shakily through her tears. My heart leapt. If she was smiling, it must be something good. She wouldn't be smiling if she was about to send me out of her life for good, would she? Then she reached up and pressed her shaking finger to my lips, eyes cautious, shushing me herself. I felt so happy, was so overjoyed, that I'm sure there was light shining out of me.

I was too afraid to move, to startle her, to wreck this moment. I turned into a statue, happiness still exploding within me like budding flowers.

She must've taken my stillness the wrong way because she withdrew her hand, eyes brimmed with tears, and whispered, "Sorry, Edward."

"No, no, it's quite alright," I said.

She was quiet for a moment, staring at me. I stared back into her eyes with equal intensity, if not more. "You won't leave?" she finally whispered.

I reached up and stroked her cheek gently with the tips of my fingers. She sighed and closed her eyes. I waited for her to open her eyes again before whispering with sincerity, "I promise to never to leave you."

Her eyes brimmed over and tears spilled down her cheeks. But it wasn't the uncontrollable sobbing like before. I was relieved that Bella wasn't in that type of pain anymore. She shifted towards me slightly and I sat back against the wall, alongside her, and gladly pulled her into my arms.

"Edward," she sighed and moved closer. I pulled her closer, as close as I could without squishing her, feeling truly alive for the first time in nearly a year. I pulled her onto my lap and rocked us back and forth.

"What was it you were playing before, Bella?" I asked her, breaking the peaceful silence we'd been sitting in for minutes. I liked the sound of her name rolling from my mouth again without bringing pain – only more happiness.

She blushed. I smiled; I'd been wanting to see that crimson stain for months. "Nothing," she mumbled, avoiding meeting my eyes.

I sighed. "Bella, please."

"Just a song I've been working on."

I wondered if she'd ever play for me. Maybe not right now, but sometime in the future, if she still wanted me then. Music might be personal for her, and she might not want to share it with me yet.

"I'll play it for you when it's done," she said, beaming at me. Her face was still puffy but her smile was so devastatingly beautiful that I nearly broke my heart. "I couldn't get it right, but I think I'll get it right now . . ." her voice trailed off and she stared off into space, smiling slightly.

I smiled, too. "I can honestly say that I had no clue that you were musical."

She blushed. "I wasn't, I . . ." her voice trailed off and she glanced at me quickly before looking away again.

"Yes?" I prompted. I was honestly curious.

"Well, I needed a distraction . . . from the pain –" we both flinched. "- and Charlie bought me a guitar and booked lessons and after a while I agreed to try it out, just to please him, but I became obsessed. I played every chance I could, practiced constantly . . ."

I chuckled, but half my mind was on what she'd said. I needed a distraction from the pain. I winced again. She needed a distraction from the pain I'd inflicted on her . . . "The singing?" I asked, hoping to distract myself.

"When Renee went through one of her obsessions, this one with church, we both went and I started singing there. Then Renee convinced me to go to lessons but it didn't go further than that," she shrugged.

I was fascinated with this new aspect of Bella's life. I wondered why she'd never told me this before. I smiled. I'd found another thing I shared in common with my Bella – we were both musical. "Well I can't wait to hear your new song."

She pulled back and I froze. She must have realised her mistaken in letting me back into her life, she was going to change her mind. I would go back to roaming the forests, an empty shell again. Bella placed a hand tenderly against my cheek, frowning slightly. I relaxed, offering her an apologetic smile. She returned it, all traces of a frown gone.

I hope Bella's okay … Poor girl, she's a wreck but she's getting better. Wonder if she cooked tonight or if we're having pizza again … Charlie's thoughts reached me and I sat bolt upright.

"What is it?" Bella whispered, shuffling backwards.

I loosened my grip on her. "Charlie's minutes away," I reported, trying not to let my disappointment colour my tone. I'd have to leave, even if it was just for a while. The prospect tore open that hole of nothingness inside me again.

"Don't leave, don't go, don't go," she begged me, griping onto my shirt with such force her knuckles turned white. "Please don't go," she added in a whisper.

"I won't. Not ever. But, Bella, your father . . . " I wished I could stay here, with her, on the floor of her hallway, forever. Her in my arms, just being together, complete.

"Wait for me. You can hide in my room. Just don't leave," she begged. She looked at me and her brown eyes were opened eyes, glazed with tears again.

"I'll always wait for you. I won't ever leave," I promised her. Charlie was seconds away so I quickly picked her up and set her down and ran as fast as I could up to her room. I heard her breathing catching and her heart speed up.

Bella's room was exactly the same as it was before, except for the three guitars sitting against the wall on the far side of the room. Her bed was a jumble of sheets and duvet's with an open music book lying open on top of a green pillow.

And the smell was worse then I'd remembered it. It was absolutely luscious, and driving me insane. I pinched the bride of my nose – if I had just survived holding Bella, the source of the scent, then I could stand being in her room.

-

Soon Bella was tripping her way upstairs. She ran, stumbling all the way, into her room, throwing the door open with such force it bounced off the wall. She looked around frantically, until she stopped completely when she saw me standing next to the closed window.

"You're not leaving, are you?" she asked.

"Never," I assured her. "How was dinner?"

"Well enough," she mumbled and made her way cautiously towards me. "Edward, I . . ."

"Yes?" I asked. "You know you can tell me anything, Bella." I took a step towards her.

She bit her lip. "I – I – I love y – you," she stuttered, looking at the wall next to us and blushing.

I closed the few steps between us and pulled her against which felt like the sun had just burst inside it. It was the first time she'd told me that she loved me since I'd come back. Those three words were something I wasn't sure I would ever hear from her lips again. "Bella," I murmured, pressing my lips to her hair.

"Will you stay tonight?" she asked.

"Of course," I answered. "And tomorrow, and tomorrow night, and the day after . . . If you wish, of course." I had to give her the choice. It was remarkable that she'd accepted me again, but she still might change her mind – someday.

"You know I'll always want you," she whispered. I smiled.

~*~

Three days have passed since I'd made way back home – back to my Bella. I hadn't left her side since, apart from when she had to go to school. Even then I would watch her in the minds of her peers.

Charlie didn't know I was back yet. I talked to my family, and my Bella about it and we'd decided that we would move back to Forks, and introduce our relationship to him slowly. From what I'd gathered from his thoughts and from Bella, he loathed me for hurting his daughter so deeply. I didn't blame him in the slightest.

It the last period of Bella's school day. Through Angela's thoughts I could see Bella biting her lip and glancing at the clock frequently. I chuckled – she was anxious to be with me, like she had been since I'd come back. I was overjoyed.

The bell rang and Bella was very nearly the first one out of the school. I winced and she fell into the boy in front of her as she hurriedly stumbled down the steps from her English class. Luckily she was okay, but the boy, Dylan, wouldn't be if he kept thinking those thoughts about my Bella.

She climbed into her truck and drove home, frequently glancing out the window and into the thick forest on the side of the road. I wished she'd pay attention to the road and stop looking for me – it would be really inconvenient if I had to save her from a car crash she'd inflicted upon herself.

I opened her door for her when she parked on the curve of the road. She smiled and threw herself at me.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

She pulled out of the embrace and nodded, smoothing her jumper and fixing her jeans. "Ready."

"Do you still need to close your eyes?" I asked her as she awkwardly clambered onto my back and clamped her legs and arms around me.

"No," she laughed. "Let's go."

I shot through the forest, revelling in the feeling of running and having my Bella with me again. Today was the day the rest of my family had moved back into our old house and they were anxious to see Bella, and she was just as excited to see them.

"I must warn you," I said, chuckling. "Alice may be enthusiastic."

Bella looked worried. She bit her lip but suddenly her expression shifted so she was beaming. "I've missed Alice." I felt a pang of guilt was through me.

"Bella!" Alice shouted as she shot out of the grand white house and near ripped Bella from my back. "I've missed you so much!"

"I missed you, too," Bella said. "I missed all of you." They all greeted her, and hugged her. Even Rosalie gave Bella an awkward quick one-armed squeeze around her shoulders.

Jasper didn't go near her though. He said his greetings and stepped back half a step, watching the procession of greetings and hugs with wary eyes. "Jasper," Bella said as she stepped towards him. "I'm sorry for . . . you know . . . cutting myself."

His eyes widened. "Oh, you shouldn't be apologizing, it was really my fault, I should have been more controlled."

Bella shook her head. "I can't accept that."

Jasper grinned at her thinly. "Agree to disagree?" he asked, offering her his hand.

"Okay," Bella laughed and shook his hand.

Soon I was seated on the white lounge with Bella curled up beside me. We talked and chatted and watched television. Everyone's thoughts were ecstatic that I was so happy, Esme and Carlisle especially. Jasper was relieved, too. It had been painful for him to taste the saddened, depressed atmosphere around me.

"Oh!" Bella exclaimed and turned towards me. "I forgot my guitar!"

"I'll go get it!" Alice offered, pulling Jasper up with her as she leapt from the couch.

"Get the one with –" Bella started when Alice cut her off with an impatient, "I know!" and a grin.

"Why do you need your guitar?" I asked.

She blushed. "You wanted to hear my new song, remember?"

"That's right," I recalled. Talk turned to other topics until Alice and Jasper returned, a guitar in Jasper's pale hand. He handed my Bella her guitar and she took it, holding it gently and lovingly. She manoeuvred out from under my arm and sat on the other end of the couch. She looked at me apologetically, "Sorry, I'd get distracted," she explained and I laughed, if not a bit sadly.

"Okay, well. This is my new song. Emmett? Don't you dare laugh," she said. She tuned her guitar a bit before clearing her throat and saying, "It's called Hey Edward." I was shocked that I was in the title of the song. Shocked and honoured.

When she started playing, the world seemed to dissolve around her. I felt my heart melt to the ground as I listened, awed at her ability and overjoyed at the amount of love that shone through her voice.

Hey Edward, I know looks can be deceiving
But I know I saw a light in you
And as we walked we were talking
I didn't say half the things I wanted to

Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window
I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold
Hey Edward, boy, you might have me believing
I don't always have to be alone

'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so
Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
Mmm, I can't help myself

Hey Edward, I've been holding back this feeling
So I got some things to say to you
I've seen it all, so I thought
But I never seen nobody shine the way you do

The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name
It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change
Hey Edward, why are people always leaving?
I think you and I should stay the same

'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so
Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
Mmm, I can't help myself

They're dimming the street lights, you're perfect for me
Why aren't you here tonight?
I'm waiting alone now, so come on and come out
And pull me near and shine, shine, shine

Hey Edward, I could give you fifty reasons
Why I should be the one you choose
All those other girls, well, they're beautiful
But would they write a song for you?

I can't help it if you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so
Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
Mmm, I can't help myself

If you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so
Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
Mmm, I can't help myself

Myself
Can't help myself
I can't help myself

When she finished we all sat in stunned silence until everyone broke out in a round of applause and wolf whistling from Emmett. I just sat there with my mouth open, gaping at Bella. She was so . . . perfect. Perfect nature, perfect looks, perfect heart and soul, perfect musically . . .

"I love you," she whispered. "Forever."

"Me too. I mean, I love you too, forever. For eternity," I said. She set her guitar down and moved over to me. I lent down and kissed her, ignoring my family altogether.

Her heart sped up and her breathing became erratic. All too soon I had to break away, scared that I would cross over the wrong line and hurt her, despite my own wishes.

I knew, that somehow, everything was going to be all right. We would deal with Charlie and whatever obstacles life threw at us, but I was determined that my Bella and I would stumble out of it together. Always together.

A/N: That got easier to write once I started. Hope you like it. If you guys review and convince me, I might post another chapter or two. (Don't get your hopes up Baby-Lily and Cfeit Girl) If not, this story is finished. Hope you liked it (even if im a bit iffy about it).

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