Welcome to The Pattinson Project - this is my first effort in writing - Fanfiction or anywhere. I hope you enjoy it!

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A huge THANK YOU to my Beta Coldplaywhore for taking a chance on me!!

CHAPTER 1 - LAX to ORD

BPOV:

I have always loved music. While I was in High School, I became obsessed with a band and I had made it my mission to meet them. Securing my tickets for the stadium show, I decided to walk blindly backstage on my quest to meet my idols. Not only did I manage to meet them but I also developed a relationship with all the musicians in the band. I had the opportunity to go on the road for several summers and experience firsthand what the rock n' roll lifestyle was all about. It was exciting but it also had its' downsides. We were all young and carefree and consequences were not a part of our thoughts. Not many teenagers really think about consequences. One thing I did learn is that musicians have an attraction that could be dangerous, maybe not the best choice of people to have a relationship with.

Attending college, I decided that I wanted to continue my interest in music by taking journalism classes, hoping that someday I could report for music magazines. I was working on achieving that one big interview. My first job was writing for the local college magazine of which I covered bar bands, reviewed local concerts and current chart holders as a freelancer. Upon graduating, I was offered a position at LOUD, one of the top music publications in the country based in Los Angeles. After graduation, I packed my bags and moved from Chicago to Los Angeles and I have been living here for almost 6 months now.

One of my first assignments was to interview a new breaking band called "The Pattinson Project'. They were performing in Chicago and the magazine arranged for the bands first national interview. Not much was available on the Internet for my pre-interview research but I learned that they were from Seattle and had been slowly gaining interest across the country. The band consisted of Edward Pattinson, the lead singer who also played guitar and keyboards, Emmett Cullen on bass, Jasper Hale on lead guitar and Jacob Black on drums. The bands website had no photographs of the musicians and only one album worth of songs to download for me to listen to but in my listening I determined that they were extremely talented and I was looking forward to my first possible cover story, which could be a huge step in my career.

I was scheduled to leave LAX on an early flight to Chicago and I discovered that my business class ticket was upgraded to a First Class seat, which I was really excited about. I was hoping to relax and listen to my iPod while snacking on some warm nuts and making notes and questions which I had planned to ask the band the next day.

I arrived early to the airport via the shuttle van to check in and made my way through the security check points without any stress. I managed to pack everything into my carry on since I was only spending two nights in Chicago and I dressed comfortably, my hair pulled up in to a ponytail. I decided to wear my glasses because my contacts always dry out on long flights and plus who was going to see me on my 4-hour flight anyway?

I found my gate fairly easily and sat in one the seats facing the window, looking out at the parked planes. After sitting awhile with my just my thoughts, the boarding announcements soon began for Flight 427 to Chicago. First Class had begun seating and I quickly made my way to the boarding line I handed the attendant my boarding pass and made my way up the ramp into the plane. As I walked down the narrow aisle, I was glad to discover that I had the window seat and the row was empty allowing me to sit in my seat without climbing over a stranger. I situated my bag in the overhead bin, slid into my seat, put my notepad and iPod in the flap in the seat in front of me and fastened my seatbelt. The flight attendant offered me some morning orange juice and quickly I accepted as I took a deep breath and was preparing myself for an uneventful flight.

The plane was slowly filling up and I was beginning to get hopeful that I wouldn't have anyone sitting next to me so that I could spread out and avoid making small talk to a complete stranger, since I wasn't good at that sort of thing. The attendants started to close the overhead bins and preparing for departure when a great looking guy came rushing onto the plane out of breath with his boarding pass in his teeth, carrying a guitar case and what looked like a computer bag on his other shoulder. The attendant looked at his boarding pass and took his guitar case to be stored up front and motioned to my row as to where his seat was. He looked like he just had a long night partying and hadn't gone to bed yet, his wild bronze hair was going in every direction. He had a rocker type style about him wearing worn ripped jeans, worn out Nikes, a dingy t-shirt and checked flannel unbuttoned shirt over it. He looked down when he spoke softly to the attendant and he found his way to the seat next to me.

I looked up into his face as he made eye contact with me while he put his bag in the overhead compartment. He spoke quietly as he began apologizing to me, in a subtle English accent, for arriving so late as he sat and buckled his seat belt. He didn't look the type to fly first class but neither did I. I began to regret that I was wearing my glasses and that I didn't make more of an effort to look better as I shifted in my seat, making more distance between us. The attendants began the final safety announcements and we began to make our way up the runway for our take off. I always find take off a little uneasy so I sit up straight and tense but the handsome stranger next to me was already slouching and falling asleep in his seat. He must be a frequent flyer.

Once we leveled off a few minutes into the flight, breakfast was beginning to be served. The smell of the coffee perked me up and I was eagerly waiting my turn. The stranger next to me seemed to be effected by the aroma too and opened his eyes in time to accept the tray of food and coffee that was being offered. He looked over to me and smiled as I found myself blushing and smiling back. I eagerly began to put the cream and sugar in my coffee.

"Live in Chicago?" the English accented, beautiful stranger asked me while I took my first sip of the much-needed coffee, which I tended to crave in the morning almost as much as oxygen.

"I'm originally from Chicago, but no, I'm on a business trip."

"What sort of business do you do?" My heart began to pound as he continued to ask me questions between his bites of scrambled egg, which he ate as if he was starving. He had such beautiful green eyes that it was hard to concentrate on my reply.

"I'm journalist for a music magazine." I was hoping that since he arrived with a guitar my mentioning music would peak his interest.

"Hmm…what magazine?" He licked his lips as he turned to me, awaiting my reply.

"LOUD. I'm on my way to interview a new band from Seattle called The Pattinson Project." I could feel getting warmer as my heart rate accelerated from the attraction I was feeling towards him.

"Uh... I've never heard of them.' He looked down to his tray and took a sip from his black coffee.

"They're an independent band that seems to be breaking across the country. I'm having a hard time finding much on them on the Internet since there are no photos of them but the music is fantastic. The lead singer seems to be a very private person and I'm really hoping that I have strong questions based on their music for the interview."

He just nodded his head and continued to eat his breakfast quietly. I finished up my own meal and welcomed a second refill of coffee as our trays were taken away. I was guessing the stranger was going to return to his nap because he stopped talking to me. I pulled out my notebook and iPod from the pocket in front of me in order to get some much needed work done but I couldn't take my mind off his good looks or his sweet smell. He was so attractive and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I realized that I needed to focus on my work and leave this poor man alone so I turned my iPod on and had my pen ready to jot down some questions. I scribbled down a few basic questions when I could feel the stranger trying to sneak a look over at my book to see what I was writing. I felt a tap on my wrist and the electricity jumped straight to my heart. The spark almost made me jump out of my seat.

"Is it too loud?" I asked curiously. I was thinking that maybe the music was keeping him from his nap so I pulled the ear bud out and put my pen down.

"Sorry, did you say this band was from Seattle? I might have heard of them, kind of a blues-rock band? Is that the type of music you like?" he asked anxiously.

"Yeah, Seattle. They're kind of a blues-rock band. Different from what I normally listen but I'm beginning to really like this album," I replied as I found myself staring deeply into his magnetic eyes.

"Since you work for a music magazine I'm guessing you see a lot of live music?" he questioned as he raised one eye brow and awaited my response.

"I have been crazy for music since I was a teenager. I think I've seen more shows than the usual person and I tend to like club venues over the larger arena shows. But yeah, you can say I've been to quite a few shows."

"I play a little. I'm hoping that is something I can do as a career," he mentioned casually as I nodded my head in response to his words. I found myself more curious about the mysterious stranger beside me and couldn't help but smile as he provided me more insight into him.

"Is that why you are on your way to Chicago?" I asked as noticed I was biting my lip a little out of nervousness.

"Yeah, I have a gig tomorrow night. Maybe you would like to come?" He smiled and raised his eyebrows a little in the hopes I would say yes. My heart jumped immediately before it fell in my chest.

"Sorry, I would love to, but I have to work tomorrow. I have my interview in the afternoon and then I have to go see that group play at Park West." Darn, darn, darn!!!

"Sorry to hear that, I'm only in town playing for the one night. I hope you have a good time tomorrow night with your Seattle band." He smiled a crooked grin at me and then pointed at the ear buds motioning that I could continue to listen again. He slid down into his seat, pulled his arms in front of him and closed his eyes while continuing to grin.

I was so distracted by him that I didn't hear the music that was streaming into my ears, I could hear only my own pulse thumping loudly. I didn't even ask him what the name of his band was, how stupid could I be? I couldn't bring myself to pester him now that his eyes were closed and I was still a little shocked that he invited me to see him play. I love guitar players and this one sitting next to me was definitely someone I would be interested in hearing play. I kept making quick glances his way and noticed that he had nice hands with long fingers. His jaw line was sharp and his bronze beard was about two days old. It was hard not to stare, he was so attractive. Maybe I would give him my card when we landed? Focus girl…you have work to do. I continued to make notes and realized that it was turning into questions I would like to be asking the stranger next to me.

I listened to the music on the iPod a couple of times before it was time to land and I think I might have taken a short nap myself. When we finally prepared to land, I felt like I was prepared for the interview and the time on the plane was well spent. I could rework the questions once I was at the hotel, if necessary. The flight attendants started waking people up to adjust the seats to the upright position to land. The handsome stranger blinked and looked confused for a moment then looked at me and flashed me a sweet smile.

"We're here already?" He asked me as he ran his hands through his wild hair.

"Yes, already." I was beginning to feel sad that our time was ending and I hadn't managed to get to know my mystery man nearly as much as I had hoped.

The plane came to a stop and everyone stood up and began gathering their belongings and taking items out of the overhead bins. I turned to gather my stuff around my seat and when I turned back to offer the stranger my card, he was gone.

I went down to the baggage claim area just in case he might have checked some luggage. I stood there while the passengers from my flight gathered around the luggage turnstile and he was nowhere to be found. I stood there until the very last piece of luggage was claimed. It was like he disappeared from the airport.

I sadly walked out of the terminal towards the street and flagged a cab to take me to my hotel. I never got his name and had no idea where he would be playing tomorrow night and I couldn't help but think that I managed to let the perfect man just slip out of my life. I immediately began to feel a little depressed.

EPOV:

I can never seem to manage my time when I'm in Los Angeles. I planned to be in bed early to be ready and on time for the limo to pick me up at the Palihouse in West L.A. since I had an early morning flight out of LAX. Instead, I thought one more beer wouldn't hurt and the next thing I knew I was running down the street telling the driver to give me a few more minutes to get my things.

All I really needed was my guitar and my laptop; I wasn't much for clothes and I could always buy something if I needed it. I knew that the other guys would let me borrow a clean shirt if I needed one in a pinch. I was only going to be there for two nights so I stuffed a clean pair of boxers in my guitar case and I was ready to go. Hell, I'm rock star aren't I? They have shampoo at the hotel. Who needs to shave? My buddy and part time manager, Mike Newton, could take what I left behind in the hotel room back to Seattle for me.

LOUD Magazine thought we were making enough of a noise in the music scene to book an interview with the band. We had a gig already scheduled for the Park West, so I told our promoter to invite the reporter to Chicago to do the interview and catch a live show. The Pattinson Project was going to have its' first chance at some real national exposure. Our YouTube videos and MySpace page had plenty of fans but to have the possible cover of LOUD magazine would be all it would take to help us go platinum. Emmett Cullen has been my best friend since I moved to Seattle from London during my junior year of High School; he is also the bass player in our band. In addition to that, Emmett also dates my older sister Rosalie so you could say our relationship is more like that of brothers. Jasper Hale plays lead guitar and Jacob Black is our drummer and both are from the neighborhood we all grew up in Washington. They were already in Chicago waiting for me to join them when I arrived from L.A.

I raced through LAX security to the gate for my flight to Chicago. They were just about to close the ramp when I ran waving my arms with my boarding pass in my teeth hoping they would wait for me. Thankfully, they held the ramp door open and I just managed to step foot in the plane as they were preparing the cabin for takeoff. I had a First Class ticket because of all the frequent flier points my parents always seem to rack up and let me use. I apologized for my tardiness to the attendant and she took my beloved guitar to store up in the front cabin and pointed to the open seat that was mine.

I started to place my laptop into the overhead compartment when I noticed the beautiful woman sitting in the window seat. I made eye contact with her as I apologized again and sat down and buckled in for the flight. Her hair was chocolate brown and up in a loose pony tail and she was wearing the sexiest glasses I have ever seen. I have always had a thing with chicks in glasses. Tine Fey syndrome I call it. I think Tina is hot.

As soon as I got my seat belt buckled she shifted in her seat to make more distance between us. Could it be that I might smell because I'm still wearing the same clothes I put on yesterday morning? The final announcements were made and we began to take off as I slumped down in my seat to see if I could smell my shirt to find out if I was overly musky. She sat up straight and tense as we took off, she must thinking about making a seat request change to get away from me.

We began to level off and I smelled the coffee and breakfast trays being prepared and quickly realized that I was starving. I took the opportunity to look over again at the angel that was sitting next to me and I flashed her a quick smile. Did she just blush? God she was beautiful. They placed the breakfast trays in front of us and she instantly began to mix her coffee. She seemed like she was more interested in the java than the scrambled eggs. If she doesn't eat them, I wonder if she would give them to me? Did I say I was starving?

As she brought the coffee to her lips I got the courage to speak to her. "Live in Chicago?"

"I'm originally from Chicago, but no, I'm on a business trip." She looked up through her long eyelashes with her big brown eyes at me as she sipped her hot coffee.

"What sort of business do you do?" I tried to continue the questions between my bites of scrambled egg. Why do these meals have to be so small?

"I'm journalist for a music magazine." She spoke to me as if she was making a point about it being music. A music journalist, how cool is that?

"Hmm…what magazine?" There has to be fifty out there and I was almost sure it is some underground paper no one had ever heard of.

"LOUD. I'm on my way to interview a new band from Seattle called The Pattinson Project." HOLY SHIT, that's me, I yelled in my head, trying to seem cool and collected on the outside.

"Uh... I've never heard of them.' I looked down to my tray and took a sip from my black coffee hoping she wouldn't recognize me. This isn't cool to be crushing on the reporter that could have my future of my band in her hands.

"They're an independent band that seems to be breaking across the country. I'm having a hard time finding much on them on the Internet since there are no photos of them but the music is fantastic. The lead singer seems to be a very private person and I'm really hoping that I have strong questions based on their music for the interview." Finally, I had a good idea to not focus on the look of the band on our website but to only have splashes of color for our one and only album cover. Emmett yelled at me that we would be getting more groupies if the band had our photos up on the website. I was committed to the music and pushed for the people to listen first. She thinks I'm a private guy? That could be cool.

I was stunned by who she was, so I focused on my breakfast trying to think how I was going to manage the next 4 hours without putting my foot in my mouth. They took the trays away while she continued to hold on to her coffee and asked for a refill. Maybe I should take a nap? I pushed the button to make my seat lean back and I tried to close my eyes. My thoughts were racing. I wanted to keep looking at this girl sitting next to me so I couldn't keep my eyes shut. I could hear faintly from her iPod my song "Are You Ready". I slowly opened my eyes and she was writing into a notebook as she listened to MY song. I couldn't see what she was writing down unfortunately so I decided to attempt to continue our conversation as I lightly tapped her wrist. As I touched her, a static shock snapped between our skins. I don't think she even noticed it.

"Is it too loud?" She pulled the ear bud out, put her pen down and leaned towards me.

"Sorry, did you say this band was from Seattle? I might have heard of them, kind of a blues-rock band? Is that the type of music you like?" My question allowed me a few more moments to look into her eyes, which were simply captivating.

"Yes, Seattle. They're kind of a blues-rock band. Different from what I normally listen but I'm beginning to really like this album." She smiled and it was nice to hear that someone enjoyed my songs.

"Since you work for a music magazine I'm guessing you see a lot of live music." I wanted to know the bands she has seen and if we liked the same ones. I was hoping it wasn't all work for her.

"I have been crazy for music since I was a teenager. I think I've seen more shows than the usual person and I tend to like club venues over the larger arena shows. But yeah, you can say I've been to quite a few shows." She must be an angel sent just for me and I quickly found that I was getting lost in her deep brown eyes.

"I play a little. I'm hoping that is something I can do as a career." I wanted her to know that music was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Not many people think that is a lucrative way to live your life and it's one of the reasons why I never had a girlfriend because they always think they can change me.

"Is that why you are on your way to Chicago?" She bit her bottom lip and it caused my jeans to grow slightly tighter. I think I am in love with this girl.

"Yes, I have a gig tomorrow night. Maybe you would like to come?" As I smiled at her I realized that she was already coming to my gig. Idiot.

"Sorry, I would love to, but I have to work tomorrow. I have my interview in the afternoon and then I have to go see that group play at Park West." Thank God, I can't wait, I thought to myself.

"Sorry to hear that, I'm only playing in town for the one night. I hope you have a good time tomorrow night with your Seattle band." I figured it was best for her to continue with her notes and listening to her iPod. I could rest now because I knew I would be seeing this beautiful woman again without her even having a clue. I slouched down in my seat and pulled my arms around my waist in hopes to control my slowly tightening jeans and then I closed my eyes as I began to think how I could make this girl mine.

She continued to work on her notes and kept her iPod on constant play. She slipped quietly to sleep for a short time and I think I heard her say something so I looked over and she was talking in her sleep. She then said "hot rocker stranger", and I laughed as I wondered if she could she be talking about me?

The flight attendants started waking people up to adjust the seats to the upright position to land. I began to blink because I was in shock over what I thought I had just heard. I looked confused for a moment towards the beauty. I smiled at her. I could only hope it was me she was dreaming about.

"We're here already?" I tried to straighten out my hair the best I could with my fingers and I am now suddenly regretting that I didn't pack more stuff with me for this trip.

"Yes, already." She looked out the window and I just wanted to lean over and softly kiss her mouth. I needed to get off this plane as fast as I could before I made a fool out of myself.

The plane came to a stop and everyone stood up and began gathering their belongings and taking items out of the overhead bins. My angel was slumped over trying to gather her things around her seat so I grabbed my bag and guitar and ran as fast as I could off the plane. I went straight for the street in the hopes that Emmett would be waiting for me by the curb. I'm not much of a runner but I made my way past the crowd to the street and then took a moment to see if I could find the van Emmett told me the promoter rented for the weekend, when I heard it honk.

He pulled up to me and I flung open the door tossed my things in the back and told Emmett to step on it. I was out of breath and Emmett looked at me as if I was crazy.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Emmett asked as he drove on quickly like I instructed and got on the expressway towards the city.

I ran my hands through my hair as I tried to explain what just happened to me over the past 4 hours. "Em, I met the most perfect woman on the plane. She is beautiful!"

"Good God Edward. This isn't like you dude. What is her name?"

"I don't know," I responded ruefully when I realized I never even caught her name.

"You don't know? What the fuck?"

"I never asked her. She is the reporter from LOUD and she told me she was on her way to Chicago to interview us man! I couldn't tell her who I was. I didn't want to screw up our chances."

"Fuck, you are going to see her again tomorrow. What do you think she'll do when she recognizes you? She might just fuckin' walk right out on us. Edward we are so screwed."

"Are we? Maybe she will get a laugh. God, I have to see her again. I never felt this way about a girl before. I got a hard on just sitting next her! I think I'm in love with her…Fuck."

"Hard on? In love? You are nuts?" yelled out Emmett as I ran my hands through my hair, recalling the past four hours with the beautiful stranger.

"No, I have never been so sure of anything in my life," I stated confidently as I started to look out the window as we began to enter the city. I came to Chicago a few years ago when my father had a medical conference and took my mother and me along the summer before I went to college. I spent my time hanging out by the lake with my guitar and discovering why Chicago style pizza was so different than all the rest. I like hanging out with my parents they're cool.

As we got closer to the hotel I remembered that the promoter is putting us up at the Hard Rock Hotel. Two guys per room and I was stuck with Emmett and his snoring. I prayed that we make some big money with this band soon so that I could have my own room while on the road. Emmett stopped on the curb in front of the hotel for the valet and we walked together through the lobby as I followed Emmett to the rooms that they already checked into. Jacob and Jazz were waiting for us in our room.

"How was the flight?" Jacob spoke first.

"The bastard fell in love man. He met the reporter from LOUD and got a hard on for her already," Emmett shouted out to the other two guys as they stood there laughing at me.

"You met her? What's her name? She's that hot huh?" asked Jacob curiously as I shot him an evil glance. Jacob is always interested in women and he fancies himself a bit of a player.

"I didn't tell her who I was and I didn't get her name but she is beautiful and I don't want to hear any crap about it!" I threw my laptop and guitar on the bed and removed my plaid shirt.

"Tomorrow is going to be interesting isn't it?" Jasper finally asked calmly. He was definitely the quiet one in our group.

"We need to hit the clubs tonight." I thought that's the only way I was going to get my mind off of things and get through the night without seeing my angel. I also needed to find a store and get myself some clean clothes before the interview. I went into the bathroom and got ready to jump into the shower.

Emmett interrupted me and started to yell through the door. "I just read there's a hot new club on Rush. You can't not go on Rush Street when you are in Chicago." Emmett was always ready for a night out.

"Sounds good. I gotta run out and buy some new shirts first. We have time." I peeled off my clothes and was happy I was smart enough to have a fresh pair of boxers to put on after my shower. I hot water felt good on my back and it helped me to relax if only for a moment.