Levi's POV...

Half eight and I hear the horn. I look out the window and see a black SUV is waiting for us.

"Our ride is here," I shout to Landon.

"I'll be right out!"

I open the car door and Mark is sitting in the back seat with a cooler on the floor in front of him. He looks at me all cheerful, wearing a black button-down shirt and black jeans, which go perfectly with his short black hair and green eyes. I climb into the back seat with him. He holds a beer up and looks at me again, "Cheers! Mate," he laughs, and I already know he's had a fair number of drinks.

I can't help but chuckle at his intemperance and also the fact that I'm wearing black jeans and a dark button-down shirt, but mine is more of a slate color. Emma likes this shirt, she says it highlights my blue eyes. She always comments on the way darker shirts or my dark brown hair bring out the brightness of my eyes. She has a thing for blue eyes, even though mine are more of an aqua color. My dark brown hair is a little long on the top and I can never decide if I want to style it up or to the side. Tonight, I'm going for the messy look, that will probably piss her off because she likes when my hair is slicked back. She's forgive me for my lack of style later, I have no doubt.

Landon comes barreling into the car, claiming the front passenger seat. He's wearing dark skinny jeans and a light blue collar shirt. His blonde hair even messier than mine. His tall lanky body and light complexion pulls this style off perfectly.

Mark gives the driver Emma's address so we can pick her up on the way. As we pull up to her place, she's standing by the door as I expected, with her arms crossed by her chest, I can see the vein in the middle of her forehead throb as she clenches her jaw. Even in distress she's sexy to me. Her long blonde hair is tied back revealing her picture-perfect painted face and long neck. The strappy black dress falls just above her knees accentuating her tall slender body, and her black heels add the perfect touch. She's the definition of Hollywood glamour.

I get out of the car to meet her. "Hey baby." I give her a kiss on her cheek, "Everything ok?"

"You're late," she scowls, stomping her way into the car and sits right next to Mark.

Mark is rolling his eyes of course, so I shoot him over a warning look, and he stops.

"The Hawley Arms!" He shouts to the driver.

The driver drops us at our destination. There is a sign at the door that reads "Private Party." Inside the pub a live band is playing, and I look around and see that just about our entire cast and crew from our new movie is here, along with a few other people I've never seen before. But for the most part, it seems we have the place to ourselves.

" Great! I thought we would have at least one night away from the set," Emma angrily states, then looks at me, "Please get me a drink."

Landon leads her to the only empty table left and I hear him say to her, " Don't worry, I'm here, so I know you'll have fun." That gets a laugh out of her.

The bartender looks at me so I order Emma's favorite drink and 2 shots of whiskey for Landon and myself.

"I see Emma is beautiful as ever, even if she is ...always angry," I hear a voice say next to me.

I look up to find Liam standing next to me. I don't know why I'm all the sudden so irritated by his comment, usually Liam and I get along pretty well. He's one of my supporting actors. He is generally a nice enough guy. All the girls seem to flock to him wherever we go. He's built like me, muscular but slightly shorter with a chiseled face, blonde hair, and ocean blue eyes.

"Hey mate, lay off of the Emma comments, I don't need her to be mad at me all night because people are talking shit about her." I glare at Liam.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to cause any problems," he says while avoiding eye contact with me.

Then he continues with, "I just can't picture you two getting married, I mean, you two are so different," he shrugs at me even though his eyes have been trained on Emma the whole time.

I can feel my anger creeping up inside me as I try and rationalize what to say to him. If he thinks I'm going to agree with him or say anything bad about my girl, he's wrong!

" Emma is just a girl who knows what she wants." I begin to stick up for her.

"She came from nothing and has worked awfully hard to get to where she is now and doesn't want anyone or anything getting in the way of that! Not that this is any of your fucking business," I add.

"Okay, Okay!" He puts both hands up to surrender then walks away, never taking his eyes off Emma as he slowly strolls past her.

"What was that all about? Did you see the way he was staring at Emma? I would've knocked his lights out," Landon says before downing his shot of Whiskey.

"Another round for my mate and I," he motions to the bartender.

"It was nothing. He's a co-star, we share some of the same role, we were just disagreeing on something that's all," I lie. Landon knows it.

"You're too nice and you're a bad liar," he laughs and hands me my second shot.

"I'm going to talk to that gorgeous brunette over there, I'll catch up with you later," he pats by back and leaves me.

I walk towards Emma, carrying her drink and another shot in my hands.

"Took you long enough," she frowns.

"Sorry Baby, Liam and I got talking, and well you know," I smirk, shrugging my shoulders at the same time.

"Are you drunk already?" She asks me.

"No not yet baby, how about you and I have a dance?" I smile at her hoping to change her mood.

"Sure, why not," she beams.

The band is playing "I am Yours," by Andy Grammer. This is perfect, she loves his music and to be honest, we need a perfect moment, just her and I right now.

I grab her hand in mine, while wrapping my other around her waist. She places her other arm around my shoulder just behind my neck and pulls me closer into her as she leans her head on my chest. This feels comfortable, holding her in my arms, floating across the dance floor.

Our moment doesn't last long enough before I'm dragged by Mark into multiple conversations, I don't really feel like having with anyone. Someone keeps handing me drinks though, and I find myself too intoxicated to focus on what anyone is trying to say to me now. I stumble my way over to Emma who is giggling at the sight of me. I just want to sit here with her and watch her laugh as she runs her hands through my hair.

I lean in to give her a kiss but she presses her index finger against my lips and shakes her head. "Not until you get rid of that alcohol breath," she says and offers me her cheek instead.

"Levi, last call and then we are out of here!" I hear Mark yell from across the room.

I nod, giving him a thumbs up and then lean my head back on Emma's shoulder. She returns to toying with my messy strands. If she does this for much longer, I might pass out. Maybe this is a good time to bring up the camping trip. "Hey Babe?"

"Yes, Levi," her fingers still twirling my hair. It feels so good, I almost forget what I'm trying to tell her.

"The lads and I are going camping this weekend." Her hands immediately drop to her lap and her chair makes that awful screeching sound as she pushes back from the table.

"Babe! Wait...I...you...," damnit, what am I trying to say.

As if on cue, I feel Landon swinging my arm around the back of his shoulder as he lifts me from my chair attempting to half carry me out of the pub. Where did Emma go?

"I can walk, I can walk," I say to him as we get outside. Emma's mad, I need to find her.

He lets go of my arm and I fumble around when I take a few steps forward, trying to gain my composure.

"Where's the car?" I slur.

"It's across the street, wait for Emma, she's right behind us," I hear Landon say.

"Okay, okay," I say. At least she hasn't run off on me.

My uncoordinated feet trip on the curb and I end up taking a few steps backwards into the street. I look up and search for Emma. When I spot her, my body freezes and I will never forget the look of terror on her face as she screams my name.

I'm not sure what just happened. I remember my body hitting the ground with a sudden force. All I can feel is pain, all I can hear is Emma screaming and Mark shouting for help. Visions of figures moving all around me. I can't see straight, but I can hear their voices. My head is pounding, people are screaming from every direction.

Emma is standing over me. I think she is holding my hand, but I can't feel it. Landon is talking to me, asking me questions that I can't comprehend. All I can see is the horrified expression on his face when he looks at me. I've never seen Landon so scared.

"I can't feel anything Landon, I can't move, what is happening?"

He just keeps looking at me with the saddest expression and repeats, " You'll be okay mate, you'll be okay."

My mind is hazy, everyone is starting to fade away. I move my eyes around since they seem to be the only parts of my body that can do anything and I try to search for Emma one more time before I lose consciousness.