i have never written anything before so please be gentle! ha! i have wanted to write a Bechloe fic based around Adele 25 album for quite some time but i wasn't sure how to do it. I do not own Pitch Perfect or anything in it, I do not own or have anything to do with Adele 25 either. I will try and update as often as i can.

Can i have a moment.

Chapter 1

That moment when you say yes to something, then the impact of that 'Yes' hits home. I Beca Mitchell had just agreed to attend a reunion. A Bella reunion. What the hell was I thinking.

I sat back in my office chair, took a sip of my coffee and puffed out some built up air in my cheeks. That motion did nothing to stop the churning in my stomach. I needed my headphones and I needed music. I picked up my iPod threw my beats on and hit shuffle…'Don't know why' filled my ear drums damn you Nora Jones, nice one iPod. I shut my eyes an all the regret started to seep in. Not just that but shear panic.

It had been 7 years since I had got on that plane. I knew she wouldn't understand but I couldn't let her put her life on hold so I could live the dream. I loved her too much to see her loose herself. I had to let her go as much as I knew part of me was about to die.

I accepted a producing job in London. I didn't discuss it with anybody, I knew they would change my mind, I couldn't have that. I was going to London, alone. I told Clo I had to go away to work for a month or so. She wasn't happy but she said understood and she would come visit for a week while I was there. Obviously, that wasn't going to happen. I couldn't tell her I didn't want her to or that I wasn't coming back. See her heartbroken because of me, no way. I was a coward. I carried on as if everything was normal.

The night before I was leaving, I just spent my time watching her, really looking at her features, her eyes, her smile, her scar, how the light hit her hair. I could go on. I wanted to remember everything about her. I ordered us pizza, we shared a bottle of wine and we cuddled on the sofa with her ipod on shuffle we even shared a few dances. She let a few tears fall down her face and told me how much she would miss me, how four weeks would feel like forever. I reassured her, I told her I loved her and that time would fly. I was a bitch.

She kissed me softly looked straight into my eyes, took my hand and guided me to our room. We made love into the early hours, not leaving a part of each other untouched, in the five years we had been together we had never been so gentle, intimate, both taking in everything about one another, when she fell asleep in my arms, I took a deep breath and just took everything in that was Chloe Beale. I wrapped her up in the duvet and kissed the top of her head, whispering how much I loved her. I took a shower, where I sobbed uncontrollably as the hot water hit me, what was I doing?

Get a grip Mitchell I said as I saw my reflection on the part steamed up bathroom mirror. You are saving her, setting her free. That's what you are doing.

I changed into some jeans and a hoodie, placed a letter on the kitchen side, I picked my luggage up and placed it in the car. I took one last walk around our house before closing the door as quietly as I could. I sat in the car, hit shuffle on my iPod and reversed off the drive, I could barely see as I was sobbing so much, tears streaming down my face. I had never known pain like this and I hadn't even left the country yet, but I had left her, my Chloe.

The music stopped suddenly half way through 'stupid girl' by garbage…how apt. I open my eyes and realise I am in my office and Jen my assistant was staring at me while holding some lunch. 'Becs you ok?' as she removed the cold coffee from my desk. 'Yeah Jen, just had a weird morning, I've agreed to go to a Bella's reunion next month, any chance you can free me up for a few days, I'll email you the details when I get them?' she looked at me with a confused expression, 'erm yeah sure, is Chloe going?' I place my headphones on the desk and lean back in my chair running my hands through my hair, I look up at Jen, 'yeah, I think it is time I explained, could you cancel my appointments for the rest of the day please? I need to get my shit together' Jen looked at me and smiled 'of course Beca if you need me il be just outside'

I smile back 'Thanks, but I am going to go for a drive I need to get out of here, not just the office but the city I can't breathe. Jen smiled back at me and said I hear the sunsets in Cornwall are to die for this time of year..' as the door closed behind her

Jen knew me too well, I needed my beach hut, my safe place. I had discovered Cornwall while dating a girl called Imogen. Imogen loved surfing, so Cornwall and me had become acquainted several times and I have to admit I fell in love with the place which is more than I could say about Imogen. To be fair to her really, she just wasn't Chloe and I had an itch that needed scratching. We didn't part on bad terms it just fizzled. However my love for Cornwall just grew. It became my escape. I had bought a run-down house in Mawgan Porth and took 6 months off to do it all up from scratch. It was a labour of love but once it was done my god was it magic! The sunset and sun rises were mind blowing and hearing the waves from the sea crashing against the coast line were music to my ears.

Jen was right. I packed up, shut the studio off and told her to rearrange my appointments for the next 5 days I was off to the coast and my head couldn't wait.

I arrived around 7 pm I hit the lights, dumped my case, pulled a beer out of the shopping bag, sat on the decked veranda that looked out across the bay, the sunset captivated me. I hit play on the sound system remote….nice one. Adele 25 just what I needed. Not.

This album hurt, I had produced this with Adele under a different name than mine. Every song was handpicked out of my soul, this album was all Me and Chloe Beale. Adele had been my saving grace when I hit London town. She needed a producer and I needed to work, work and work. It turned out to be some counselling session.