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You Found Me by brighteyes87

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4840588/1/You_Found_Me

When her marriage started to fall apart, she ran into a beautiful stranger on the streets of London.

Can he show her what love is supposed to be and help her move on? Edward x Bella A/H Warning:

Dark, mature themes. Continuation of one-shot Dimes.

Chapter One

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me

Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded

Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?

Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

But in the end everyone ends up alone

Losing her, the only one who's ever known

Who I am, who I'm not and who I want to be

No Way to know how long she will be next to me

The Fray, "You Found Me"

She missed the States and her life there. She missed being able to call up her best friends just to chat

or to meet for a casual lunch in Seattle. She missed Charlie and Renee. She missed Billy, her father-in-

law. But mostly, she missed the relationship that had been lost since arriving in the country, so many

miles away from the place that she had once called home. London had changed everything and the

more she thought about it, the more she realized that it hadn't been the adventure that she had

hoped it would have been. They weren't the same people, money had changed him and she had

taken a back seat to his job, something he promised wouldn't happen when she had agreed to make

the move.

She didn't know many people there, only Rosalie who she had met at a company party one night.

Like herself, Rosalie had uprooted her life in the States to follow her husband. However, unlike her

situation, her relationship had only been made stronger; something Bella envied more than she

would have liked to admit. Still, she couldn't fault her for that, it wasn't her fault that her relationship

with Emmett was able to withstand the trials that she and Jake couldn't. Maybe her relationship

wasn't meant to be. Maybe Jake wasn't the man that she was supposed to spend the rest of her life

with. It was a thought that had been popping into her mind more and more as the time passed.

So why was it so hard for her to leave him? She had been unhappy for two years now. Why was it so

hard to just pack her things up and head back to the States where her family was? She had had a few

conversations with Charlie and he had told her that her room would always be available for her if she

were to ever need it again. Giving up had never been an option for her though, if she couldn't make it

work with her best friend, what were the chances of her making it work with anyone else?

It was just after the lunch hour rush on a rare sunny spring day in London when Bella stumbled into a

Starbucks in Chelsea. She was a ways away from the townhouse that she shared with Jacob in

Notting Hill, and of course it would have been easy to have gotten coffee there, in fact, there was a

smalllittlecaféstepsfromtheirhomebutshehadfeltrestlessandtheairtherehadbeenstiflingIt

was easy to convince herself that she had gone to Chelsea because Soho would have been too

crowded, but she would have been lying to her gut. Deep down, she had felt drawn to the area from

the moment that she stepped into the tube station and saw Sloane Square on the circle line; she

knew she had to go there; it was almost as though everything would fall apart if she didn't.

Kings Road was crowded, though it was much calmer than anything would have been had she gone

into the heart of the city. She reveled in the calm chaos around her: the business men, dressed in

their smart suits as they hurried back to their offices, the women pushing their prams down the

street while cooing at their little bundle that was nestled in the soft blankets under the protective

cover that shielded their sensitive skin from the harmful rays of sun. It was those women she envied

the most. They could have been the nannies or the mothers, but it was all the same to her; she

wanted a child and Jake told her it wasn't the right time for them. She knew better than that, it

wasn't that they weren't ready, it was that he wasn't ready. It was just another thing that she

resented him for, but then again, bringing a baby into the world with the strained relationship that

they had wouldn't have been smart and it wouldn't have been fair to the innocent child.

She must have been too absorbed in the thoughts that were swimming through her mind, the

cluttered combination of the pain and regret of the life she was living and how trapped she felt in her

own surroundings, because the next thing she knew, she had bumped into something hard as she

walked out the door and onto the street. She was experienced in the way of falling, but it seemed

that every time it happened, it always managed to surprise her, though this time she wasn't sure it

was all her fault.

The hot coffee burned her skin and she cursed her decision to buy a hot drink now that it was all over

her. She didn't want to look down, to see the dark stains that were probably seeping into the

expensive fabric of the shirt Jacob had bought her in his attempt to assimilate her into the trophy

wife category. It was a role she was uncomfortable with but as the stress on their relationship grew,

she molded herself to fit what she thought he wanted in order to appease him. Now, her wardrobe

was filled with clothes that were Jacob approved: various shirts by Marc Jacobs and Diane Von

Furstenberg, jeans that were slim and tight as opposed to the loose ones she use to wear in

Washington, dresses by Dior and Moschino. They were trivial, a reminder of the fact that he had

become materialistic and a man that she barely recognized anymore, and she hated them but wore

them because she knew it was what he wanted.

"I am so sorry!" His voice sounded like what she imagined velvet would sound like if it made noise. "I

wasn't watching where I was going."

She was still wiping at the liquid as he spoke and she knew that she would be in trouble if she saw his

face. A man with a voice that beautiful was likely to have a face, equally as stunning. She picked up

the now empty cup that had fallen from her hands to the dirty sidewalk and tossed it into one of the

trash bins that was outside of the establishment. "It's okay. I'm prone to accidents."

"American?" He mused and she knew she couldn't keep averting her eyes from him and she instantly

regretted it when she looked up to see what was probably the most beautiful man she had ever

seen. She noticed his eyes first, his piercing, because there was no other way to describe the

intensity of the color, emerald eyes, lit up his entire face. And it wasn't until she was able to move

beyond them that she saw his high cheekbones, his strong, chiseled jaw, and the mop of bronze,

shaggy hair that she could only describe as sex hair. She had a sudden urge to run her fingers through

it to see if it was as soft as it looked but she refrained, thrusting her hands into the pockets of her

jeans instead.

"Is it that obvious?" She surprised herself when she found her voice, even more astonished that she

managed to speak without stuttering.

"The accent is a dead giveaway." He smiled and she thought she might had died and gone to heaven.

His smile was just as vibrant as his eyes and she wondered how it was fair that someone as beautiful

as him existed in the world. "Let me buy you another coffee."

"Oh no, you don't have to do that." She was trying to give him an out, but he just stood there,

grinning and she felt her heart beating wildly in her chest.

"Please?" Her cheeks flushed and she knew that speaking wasn't going to be possible, so she just

nodded her head and followed him back into the coffee shop, trying not to faint as she felt his hand

press against the small of her back as they stood looking at the menu, deciding what they would

order.

If she thought she was alone in her attraction, she was sorely mistaken. He was certain that he had

never found a woman that he had been so instantaneously drawn to. She wasn't attractive in the

supermodel sense, she was in a class all her own. Never had he felt as though the sheer force of

someone's eyes could knock him off his feet, but when she looked at him, he felt the air leave his

lungs and the world around him began to spin.

"What will it be?" He asked, looking down at her and fighting the urge to pull her against him when

he saw the way the barista was looking at her. She was absorbed in her thoughts and he took the

opportunity to scowl at the man behind the counter, watching as he took a step back and visibly

tensed.

"What?" She asked, realizing that his eyes were on her which caused her cheeks to redden once

again.

"What would you like?"

"Oh. Skinny, vanilla latte?" She said, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"I don't think that's what you should have." He grinned.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you always phrase every sentence as a question?"

"No."

"Okay. Just checking." He turned his attention back to the barista. "One skinny vanilla latte and a

cappuccino." He watched as he wrote the order on the cups and turned to look down at the woman

at his side. "Would you like something to eat?" She shook her head.

"Will that be all?"

"A chocolate chip cookie as well please."

"Eight pound, twenty five."

Bella reached for her wallet to pay her share but he waved a hand in front of her and tossed a Tenner

on the counter, pointing to an empty table. She huffed slightly but complied and he watched as her

hips swayed as she walked. There was something about her spunk that seemed to attract him even

more. He took the change that the man had placed on the counter and took their drinks in his hands

heading back over to the woman who was waiting for him.

"I could have paid for my own drink." She commented and he chuckled lightly.

"Can't you just say thank you and accept it?"

"Thank you."

"It was the least I could do. Your shirt, after all, is ruined because of me."

She looked down and saw the dark brown stains in the cream colored blouse that she was wearing.

To say she had forgotten would have been an understatement. It wasn't that she had merely

forgotten, there seemed to be something more, something about him that made her mind go fuzzy

and the rest of the world disappear. For the first time since she had started her relationship with

Jacob, she had to remind herself that she wasn't available.

ItsnotabigdealIhaveplentymoreathomethoughIprobablywontbegoingtoTrafalgar

Square now." She laughed before taking a sip of the drink that he had placed in front of her.

"Trafalgar? You don't seem like a tourist."

"I'm not. I moved here three years ago." She shrugged. Neither had realized that they still didn't

know each other's names. "I just like the National Gallery. I could spend hours there. Well, actually I

do spend hours there."

"You don't work?"

"No." She sighed. She wished she had a job but Jacob had forbidden it, saying that he would have

been embarrassed if his wife had taken up a job when he was more than able to take care of her.

"My husband doesn't exactly want me working."

He choked on his drink when she said husband and he coughed violently to get the liquid out of his

lungs.

"Are you okay?" She questioned, reaching across the table to place her hand on his, ignoring the

tingling that she felt as their skin touched and she tried to convince herself that it was all in her head.

"You're married?" His eyes flickered to her left hand, and there sat the incriminating evidence. The

ring was enormous, and somehow, it didn't seem like something that she would wear. It seemed,

ostentatious. It was the only word that came to his mind. It was probably purchased at Tiffany or

Cartier, or some large, overpriced jeweler and was an easy two carat diamond. It was beautiful, yes,

but even though he had only known her all of ten minutes, he knew that this ring was a far cry from

her.

"Is it strange that I've allowed you to buy me a drink, and you know that I'm married but we don't

know each other's names?" She mused, flashing him a heart stopping smile. He hated that she was

married; it meant she was off limits, though that seemed to be the problem with his life. He was

always wanted things that could never belong to him. She was the forbidden fruit, but it had to count

for something that he had wanted her long before he had found that out, right?

CullenEdwardCullenHeknewhesounded like a tool, and he didn't know what it was that

prompted him to respond like that, but it had escaped his mouth like word vomit before he could

stop himself.

IthinksomeonehaswatchedabittoomanyJamesBondmoviesOrdoallstrikinglyhandsome

British men speak that way?"

"If I said that I was the real James Bond would it make it sound better?" He cocked his eyebrow at

her, carrying on with her witty banter while reveling in the fact that she considered him handsome.

She laughed and shook her head and a wave of pride washed over him knowing that he had caused

that musical laugh to escape her full, soft lips. He closed his eyes as he tried to rid his mind of all

fantasies that were currently forming that involved those lips.

WellEdwardCullenI'm Bella Black." She finally managed to choke out once the laughter had

calmed.

He knew he shouldn't have asked, but just as before, the words had managed to escape his mouth

before he could take them back. "What was your maiden name?"

"Swan. Bella Swan." She imitated him before she found herself giggling once again.

"Haha, make fun of the man who bought you a drink."

"Sorry." She grinned as she brought the coffee back to her lips.

"That's some ring." He nodded his head to her hand.

She paused and looked at it, as though she was contemplating his words and he watched her

carefullyIsupposeitsniceItsawfullylargebutifyoueverseemyhusbandpleasedontmention

that to him."

"It's a bit ostentatious."

Her jaw dropped and he took the shock the wrong way, thinking that she believed he had

oversteppedhisboundariesseeingastheyhadjustmetImsorryIshouldnthavesaidthatHe

spoke quickly, afraid that he had offended her.

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