"Since you left it's one, two, three
Now he's coming in close to me
I can't sleep, 'cause he's where you're supposed to be and
He's getting all the songs you used to get
He's getting all of the words inside of my head
He's sleeping on your side of the bed
But it's still your side
Now I'm up all night"

Your Side

Giggling, the redhead crouches down, picking up the tiny snow-white puppy that stumbles its way into her leg before letting out a cute frustrated growl. "Hey, girl," She coos while opening the door opposite her.

Quietly tip-toeing around the room, she sets the puppy into its bed before sliding into her own. Grabbing her phone from the night desk, she types in the password before opening the Instagram app.

A few minutes pass by as she endlessly scrolls through the feed, before stopping on a certain post.

djbecamitchell

Thanks LA for a great show. I love you guys!

It was a simple post, really. The picture itself was one of a large crowd, obviously at a concert. But what struck a chord in the girl was of whom the photo was posted by.

Beca Mitchell.

Beca Mitchell, the famous DJ and Music Producer.

Seeing that the post has more pictures, the redhead swipes across each one. She's not sure why, if anything she should probably stop.

Like, she really should.

But she doesn't, instead she stares down at the picture in front of her.

Beca Mitchell stands, a large smile on her face, in front of her DJ equipment. Behind her is the electronics for the concert, the neon blue lights shining down on her as she looks out to the crowd.

It hurts to look at.

But she can't take her eyes of the girl.

"Chlo?"

Blinking, the redhead shifts her head to the right to find worried eyes staring back. But instead of concentrating on them, she can't help but let her thoughts wander.

"Chlo?"

Glancing up from her study notes, Chloe eye's catch sight of Beca standing at her door, hands behind her back, looking sheepish as ever.

"Yeah, Becs?"

Cautiously, the brunette takes a few steps into the room, "I kinda got you a little something," She says, rocking back and forth on her heels. "Well, made you a little something," She clarifies.

Before Chloe can even get a word in, Beca brings her hand forward to showcase a small flash drive. "I know it's not much, but ever since we got together, I wanted to make you something because you're kinda all I can think about." The girl admits with a little shrug, looking nervously at her. "As lame as that sounds." She adds with a short laugh before glancing down to the drive.

When she realizes that no words are coming from the redhead, she quickly begins speaking again, "I know I'm not good with words or whatever, which is why I decided to make you this. It's just mixes I've made with you in mind and then with a few songs that remind me of yo-"

"I love it." Chloe interrupts bringing the girl's ramble to a halt. "I really love it," She repeats, a wide beaming smile in place. Slowly, she stands from the bed to be at eye level with Beca. "Thank you." She says, taking hold of the flash drive from Beca's hand.

Along the side, is a single strip of white paper with the words "For Chloe" written across. Giggling, Chloe brings her eyes back to her girlfriends, "You're handwriting is adorable." She states with a cheeky grin.

"You're adorable," Beca responds before she can even stop herself. Closing her eyes, she lets out a short huff, "God, that was so cheesy."

"I'm not gonna lie. It so was." Chloe says before adding, "I adore your cheesiness."

"Really?" Beca gives an amused grin while sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Oh totes," The redhead replies before carefully setting the flash drive on the bedside table. "You're really good at this girlfriend thing." Chloe says taking a seat beside the girl.

"Oh, yeah?" The brunette raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Nodding, Chloe smiles while leaning in closer. She lets out a sigh of content as her eyes fall closed before soft lips find Beca's.

Keeping the kiss slow, she brings a hand up to rest on the girl's neck, before gently pulling her in to deepen it. Beca's hands fall to her waist with a light grip.

After a few moments, they break for air and are left with matching smiles on their faces.

"Babe?"

Snapping out of her gaze, Chloe blinks a few times to clear the blur in her eyes. Letting them focus, her attention is brought to her worried looking boyfriend.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?" He asks, sitting up to lay against the headboard.

Absently nodding, she looks down at the phone screen, "I'm fine."

His gaze follows hers and focuses on the picture. Letting out a tired sigh, he brings a hand across, taking the phone before shutting it off. "You need to rest." He states, leaning over to set it on the night desk.

"Okay," She says, gently laying her head on the pillow. Turning on her side, she sees Chicago staring back, his arms open. Cracking a small smile, she shuffles forward and into him.

She hears him muffle a tired, "Goodnight," Before dozing off.

Instead of sleeping, Chloe is drowned in memories of her and Beca.

Waking up in a lover's arms is one of the best things in the world, Chloe thinks, while snuggling deeper into her girlfriend's arms. Her eye's crack open at the sound of birds singing from the outside. The light shines through the gap in the curtain bringing a glow to the room.

Shifting her head, Chloe places a small kiss to Beca's neck. And hearing a content hum of appeal, she delivers a few more and continues until she's lazily perched above the brunette. A small smile appears as she watches her close-eyed girlfriend try to hide her own and without warning, she dips her head and catches the girl's lips in a brief kiss.

"Know what I think?" Beca croaks out after their lips part, blinking her eyes open.

"Hmm?"

"That we've given each other designated sides of the bed." She says, a smirk in place.

"Well, obviously." Chloe rolls her eyes, "You're only catching on to that now?"

"Well, yeah..." Beca trails off bringing a hand to the girl's hip.

"You are so dense sometimes," Chloe says with the shake off the head.

"That's debateabl-" Before she can finish, Chloe leans down to give a chaste kiss leaving her dazzled. "What was that for?" She asks, a little dazed, with a goofy smile.

"I just felt like kissing you."

Huffing, Chloe sits up, careful not to disrupt Chicago's sleep before slipping out of the bed. Picking up her puppy, she tip-toes her way out and into the living room where she slouches into the couch. Looking down, she sees the little mutt gaze back up at her with her biggest innocent puppy eyes ever.

"I miss her, Billie," She confesses, rubbing her hand down soft fur. "I really miss her." She sighs, falling back into the cushions.

"But I can't do anything about it." She says, before adding, "I have Chicago." Pausing, she bites her lips, gazing down to Billie, "He's a great guy. We met at a bar and here we are... twelve months and still going strong." Sighing she flops at the puppy's ears. "I just... really miss Beca. And as much as I like Chicago, I don't think I'll ever love him... Not like I did with her." Letting out a cracked laugh, she adds, "Who am I kidding? I still love her-" She confesses before stopping mid-sentence.

"Oh my god. I still love her!"

Whistling, Beca struts her way through the apartment building with a cheery smile on her face. After 6 months of touring, she finally gets to see her beloved redhead again. Reaching into her pocket, she digs out her keys before stopping at her door, clicking them in, she enters.

"Hey babe, guess who's bac-"

Before she fully makes her way in, she's stopped in place by her girlfriend who stands in front of her.

Looking rather angry.

But her attention is brought to the magazine in Chloe's hand.

"What's that?" She asks shutting the door behind her.

"What's that she asks?" Chloe says to herself, frustrated. "This?" She pauses taking a few steps forward, "Why don't you see for yourself," She says, defeated, shoving the magazine into Beca's hands making her stumble back.

Furrowing her brows, Beca watches Chloe storm off before gazing down to the magazine.

Her face is the definition of confusion as she sees a picture of herself along with two other girls.

Beca Mitchell: DJ Womanizer?

Running a hand through her hair, Beca lets out an annoyed sigh, "Oh, for fucks sake."

Now that Chloe thinks about it, she could have handled the situation better.

"I mean, I never even let her explain!" She cries to Billie who looks up at her, oblivious as ever, "It's my own fault. I should've trusted her. I should've believed her!"

"Chloe, could you just let me expl-"

"No!" Chloe interrupts, turning to face her, "I've seen enough!"

"This isn't real!" Beca argues back, bringing the magazine up. "We've talked about this, Chlo. These articles are fake-"

"Well, I don't know that for sure, now do I?" The redhead says with glossy eyes. Making her way forward, she grasps the magazine out of Beca's hand. "You've been gone 6 months, Beca. I can't just ignore all of this." Pausing she looks down at the photo, "This isn't the first time this has happened, is it?" She rhetorically asks, "This has happened again and again, Beca." A single tear falls down her cheek as her eyes catch Beca's. "I can't live like this."

"Chloe, please let me explain." Beca weakly replies stepping forward, grasping Chloe's hands in her own.

Shaking her head, Chloe sniffles, "I can't, Bec." Detangling their joined hands, she brings her gaze down, "Goodbye, Beca."

The sound of a clearing throat makes Chloe snap out of her thoughts. Sitting up, she looks over the edge of the couch to find Chicago leaning against the door frame.

"Hi." She greets.

"Hey." He replies making his way over looking a little frazzled.

"How long were you standing there?" She asks, moving her legs so he can sit down.

He takes a deep sigh before saying, "Long enough."

That's when it hits her.

"You heard, didn't you?" She says, bringing a hand to her face.

Nodding, his attention is brought to the TV, "Yeah."

"Chicago, I'm so sorry-" She tries to explain but is interrupted by him bringing a hand up.

"You don't need to explain," He says with a small smile, "You still love her," He shrugs weakly before turning to her. "I get it."

"You do?"

Nodding, he replies, "Yeah." Tapping his foot along the ground a few times, he continues, "When I was overseas, this girl... Stephanie, was sent out on a flight mission. I told her it was too risky, but like the fighter she was, she went anyway." He says with a grin, but it fades just as quick, "But... later that night, our base gets a call telling us there was an air strike attack on her team." He brings his gaze down, and that's when Chloe notices his eyes are glossy. "They-… She didn't make it." He says.

"Chicago-" Chloe brings a hand to his back, rubbing comforting circles on it.

"No, no. You don't have to say anything," He tells her before glancing to her, "I was with Steph for 3 years, we met at a training programme." He tells her, "I really miss her." He adds, "Once she... died, I left the army. It hurt too much to stay there. And then... then I met you," He smiles, "And I thought it was finally time to move on, but..."

"You couldn't because you still love her." Chloe finishes.

"Yeah," Chicago replies, "I really do." Taking Chloe's hand in his, he continues, "I don't have the chance to be with Steph again, but you can still be with Beca."

Chloe looks at him with raised eyebrows, "Beca?"

"You still love her, Chloe." He reminds, "I don't want to stop you from being happy."

XxX

"So, this is it, huh?" Chloe says the next day, as Chicago stands in the doorway with her.

"Yep. This is it." He smiles down at her.

"12 months." Chloe states.

"12 months," He repeats. "It's been a good year."

"It has." Chloe replies, looking down at her feet. "So, I'll see you around?" She asks, bringing her attention back to him.

"Of course. We'll still be friends," He reminds, leaning down he wraps his arms around her, "I'll see you later, Chloe."

Leaning into him, she nods, "Yeah."

XxX

Chewing on her lip, Chloe makes her way into the building. Her eyes catch the large sign on the wall reading, Recording Studio which only adds to her current anxiety.

Walking down the hallway, she stops outside the door that has the words, Beca Mitchell, written across in a bold white font.

The redhead can't help but smile as her eyes roam over it a few times.

Taking a deep breath, she brings her hand up and gently taps on the door a few times. Patiently waiting for a few minutes, she finally hears a "Come in!" Mumbled from the inside. So, placing her hand on the handle, she pushes down until she hears a click.

Pausing for a second before opening the door, she slowly makes her way inside.

At first, she takes in the pictures hanging on the walls, then it's the trophy cabinet which is lined with trophy's and other miscellaneous objects.

Such as a toy guitar.

The object itself brings a smile to her face.

And then her attention is focused on the girl behind the desk.

Said girl who is currently looking up over her computer with wide eyes.

"Chloe?"

XxX

Aw, damn. What even was this? I have no clue. Also, this was inspired by Loote's "Your Side Of The Bed." So, you should check it out if you haven't heard it yet!

Sorry for any mistakes.