I dont own characters. cx
Synopsis;

It's finally perfect. That little thing called life. Bella's is close enough to perfect. A dream job, the big city. When a cute guy enters she is just waiting for the catch. And then it's served. Rated M. Lemons in later chapters. Canon couples.

ONE

Little by little.

That's what I tell myself, using all my strength. Tugging the chest of drawers up the stairs felt less daunting in theory. I was totally mistaken.

I'm not athletic in the slightest. I try to eat well to make up for the lack of physical activity. I've tried the gym, but hated the feeling that I was lifting everything wrong. Now I wish I would have tried harder to love it.

My lengthy chestnut brown hair is pulled up out of the way, sweat beading from my hairline. There's also a flush creeping up the pale skin of my neck. My best friend and new roommate hadn't been home. Rose had promised to take work off, but her new boss insisted she come in. Leaving weak me all alone to heave and shove furniture up two flights of stairs.

"The lift doesn't work," Rose had said.

I thought she had been joking. When I had arrived to my new apartment I had tested the button to find no movement. So far I'd moved most of my lighter possessions up to her my room.

The move here had been a no brainer. I'd been loving life in London, but the move to New York to work for the country's top women's magazine was a dream come true. Sapphire was everything I'd hoped to write for since starting my journalism career. After a long spat freelancing abroad I had mentioned the opening to Rose who had insisted that I apply.

When I got the news that I had secured the job, Rose hastily found the space I would need. So with the car parked illegally downstairs and my weak heaves I had found myself in New York, finally chasing after the dream job. The location was great. Near enough to the city with a short taxi ride taking me to the office but far enough away to enjoy the quiet.

"Can I give you a hand?" A booming voice says behind me.

It's packed with amusement. The sight of me struggling with the bulky furniture would be humorous to anyone. Looking over my furniture I see a man dressed in gym gear. He's flushed, sweaty but cute. His hair is a dark brown and he is buff. A mini hulk.

"Please," I huff desperately, "I would seriously appreciate it."

The man smirks throwing down a gym back before racing to grab the other side of the dresser. He lifts the other end making my side immediately lighter. With his strength the last few stairs are over in a heartbeat.

"Just through here," I lead him into the apartment before motioning him to put it down in the small lounge area.

"I can get it the rest of the way," I say, "thank you so much."

"No problem," he shrugs, "I'm Emmett."

He offers out his hand for me to take.

"Bella," I smile admiring the firm grip, "I don't know how much longer I would have been out there. Those stairs were going to kill me."

"The lift almost is always out of order. The pizza guy hates me. I'm on the top floor," he chuckles, "Right above you actually. I'll promise to not be heavy footed."

"Oh I wouldn't worry," I laugh.

In the back of her mind I can recall Rose complaining about this very neighbour's loud music and heavy feet.

"So where have you come from? I haven't even seen anyone who lives here," Emmett says.

He's sweet, polite. Not blatantly flirting. The genuine smile pulls me in more, but for nothing short of a friendship.

"London," I answer, "My best friend offered me a room because I just landed a new job in the city."

"Congratulations," he says, "I hope to see a lot more of you around than I do your friend."

"She works often," I shrug, "she's in PR. Always busy."

"I see. That is a busy job," he nods understandingly, "well I better get to it."

He heads out into the hallway toward the stairs where he dropped his bag.

"Wait. I have to pay you back. You'll let me buy you a drink for that, right?" I ask.

He's out of sight but I can hear him still in the stairwell below.

"I'll hold you to it. My best friend is in town and he is kind of hard to lock down," he says as he climbs up the stairs towards me again.

"Deal," I smile, "I better unpack anyway."

With a wave he begins to walk up the next flight toward his top floor apartment. Before I can fully swing shut the door he calls out again.

"If you get a free second you should come out," he says stopping mid step, "There's a bar in Manhattan. Invite your friend so I can finally meet my neighbour."

"Only if you let me buy you a drink," I smile at him, "Rose should be home in half an hour."

"You can buy me a beer. I'll come down and knock in an hour," he continues up the stairs talking down to me, "just know my friend. He's kind of a big deal. People might stare."

Before his words can even sink in he's gone. It isn't until I'm unpacking possible outfit choices I wonder what he meant about his friend.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。゜。°。°。°。

I am struggling to blend this eyeshadow correctly. Despite wanting to play it safe, I found myself dipping the brush into a darker brown. Once it was on my eye I felt less brave.

"Oh my god," Rose squeals bursting into the room.

I sit on the couch wrestling with my makeup in a small mirror.

"You're here," she squeals, "I'm so sorry I couldn't help you move in. I can't believe your dad couldn't come help you."

Before moving here I had spent a few weeks with my dad. Before my job took over life. I had decided to steal furniture from my old bedroom so she I something to put clothes in once moving closer to the city. The cross state drive was gruelling. Getting accustomed to driving on America's side of the road was disorientating. But it had stuck like second nature.

"I'm so glad to see you," I laugh letting my friend throw her arms round me, "you look incredible. I love the new hair."

She'd recently cut it shorter. To her shoulders. It was a big change for Rose. Her long blonde locks usually went down to her hips. She'd say 'its more for men to hold.'

"Thanks," she fluffs it slightly with her hand as she sits beside Me, "I'm so excited you're here. I was thinking we could go out like old times."

"You'll be pleased to know I've got it covered. You've got twenty minutes to get ready. Our neighbour helped me with the heavy chest of drawers. Then he invited us out with his friend to a bar," I explain turning back to my make up.

"Is it panda themed?" Rose smiles pointing to my eye.

I try to glare but laugh unable to hold it in. Simply happy to be reunited with my best friend.

"Is this the neighbour that always listens to Drake?" she groans suddenly.

"Perhaps. His name was Emmett. He lives upstairs," I let her take the eyeshadow brush from my hand.

I close my eyes allowing Rose to blend away.

"Was he cute? That's the only way he could make up for repeating hotline bling 50 times in a night," she mutters, "or having a huge dick."

"Well he didn't show me," I joke, "but he seemed nice."

"No girl asks for nice," she sighs, "I want a guy that's like Damon Salvatore."

"You want a vampire," I pull back to look at her.

This is what made our friendship so unique. The constant back and forth. Joke after joke without concern of offence. Almost like siblings separated at birth.

"No a bad boy with a leather jacket, crooked smile but a soft side," she says as if it's obvious.

"He was wearing gym gear and his smile was pretty wide. He had cute dimples," I say, "but I'm sure he'd be bad for you."

"I'm going to shower and change," She rolls her eyes, "your makeup looks better. Do you need to borrow a dress?"

"Yep. Everything is shoved in a bag or box," I say before puckering my lips for some gloss.

Surely enough within 20 minutes we're both ready. Rose settled for tight black pants and a strapless top that showed off her flat stomach. She had found a deep blue mini dress for me. The straps simple spaghetti, the fabric a basic cotton. The fit however was nice and the colour made my skin pop. After throwing my hair up in a pony tail, I was prepared for when the knock came at the door.

When I open the door Emmett is there. But it's who's beside him that makes my eyes widen.

"Wow. Bella, you look amazing. This is Edward," Emmett motions to the person beside him.

Edward.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。゜。°。°。°。

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

Im excited about this one.

please review and follow so you dont miss the next update.

Loz