So heres the next chapter. Indroducing Edward Cullen!

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The next morning found me sitting in a back ally New York café I stir at my latte idly as I wait for Rose. The Café was empty apart from her and two other women sitting in the corner with a little boy in a pushchair.

The doorbell chimes as the door to the coffee shop opens. I wave my hand at Rose so she could spot me.

She takes the seat opposite me and reaches out a perfectly manicured hand for the coffee I had just brought her. She takes a sip, magically not leaving any trace of her red lipstick on the white coffee cup. I couldn't help but be jealous of her. Rose was flawless.

"Ok so what's the big emergency?"

"So Alice calls me last night, asking if her Dad could stay with me for the wedding"

Rosalie chokes on the sip of coffee she had just taken, causing some to spit out over the table. She coughs uncontrollably causing tears to run down her face.

"Oh my god are you ok?" I reach across to hit my friend on the back. Maybe I could have waited a second longer to say my news.

"Shut up" Rose exclaims once she had composed herself "What did you say?"

"The only thing I could think of at two in the morning, I couldn't think of an excuse to say no" I groan, resting my elbow on the table and pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingers.

"Won't that be awkward, after well… you know" Rosalie looks at me, she was right of course. I couldn't believe what I was getting myself into. What was I going to do?

Alice's wedding weekend would have been awkward enough with Edward being there, now it would be even worse with him staying in my flat.

"Right I should get back to the pub" I stand up hugging Rose goodbye.

I start walking the couple of blocks to the pub when my phone starts to ring. I answer it without looking at the caller id.

"I was starting to think you were ignoring me"

"Jake, I told you to stop calling me, this is over. Go back to your wife" I sigh into the phone before hanging up.

I was doing the right thing by letting him go. It was now better to end this now before anyone got hurt.

Sipping my coffee I lean against my 1963 mercury comet. How had I let myself get roped in to Alice's madness once again? I checked my watch, Edward should have landed by now

. As Alice was taking so much time off for the wedding, she couldn't have time off to pick up her dad from the airport, I once again had a phone call from my friend asking for help seeing as I was her own boss I could take an hour off to get Edward. Why he couldn't take a cab or hire a car, I did not know.

I scan the crowed of people coming out from the airport hoping to spot him. I notice a guy heading my way. He had a beanie hat pulled down over his hair and a pair of sunglasses teamed with skinny jeans and doc marten boots. Suddenly I found myself being pulled into a hug.

Edwards scent surrounds me, I would know that smell anywhere. His arms are still wrapped around me as I just sort of stand there, not really sure what to do. This was the first form of physical contact we had had in years. He pulls back and looks at me from behind his ray bans.

"There's my favourite English girl" He throws me a lop sided grin before moving to put his bags in the trunk of my car.

I stare after him in disbelief. Was he really doing this? Fine if he could act normal, so could i…I think.

We enter my flat, Edward drops his bags by the front door and turns to face me. He stares at me with an odd look on his face.

"Are you sure you are ok with this Bells?" His question caught me off guard.

I couldn't just say no I wasn't ok, but I couldn't tell him I was ok with it when it was taking every ounce of dignity that I had left not to headbutt him and scream how are you acting so normal? I opt for a sort of shrug and head to my kitchen. He follows.

"You don't seem it. You have hardly spoken two words to me Bella"

I spin round to face him. He never calls me Bella. I open my mouth to say something, but I can't think what to say to him.

"I can leave and find a hotel" Edward mumbles and starts to head out of my kitchen

. I make a grab for his arm. Ignoring the jolt of electricity that passes through me.

"Don't. I'll be fine, I just need to get used to this and share my flat again" I wave my arm up and down at him, I couldn't let him leave, it would cause too many questions. Plus I didn't really want him to leave.

He chuckles, it takes me a moment to realise he was laughing at the word flat. When I was in high school he always laughed at my English phrases. "I'll show you your room and you can get settled. I'll make some lunch" I offer. See I could do this.