AN: This is my first story that I've posted so I'm hoping it's not too horrible. Reviews and constructive criticism is appreciated. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect no matter how much I wish I did.
The audience roared loudly as I caught my breath. We did it. We won the ICCAs if the crowd was anything to judge by. A true miracle considering how we started out, sure the talent was there, but there was always something missing.
The Bellas and I form up in a line with our arms around each other as the deafening cacophony of cheers and claps radiate throughout the auditorium. In the crowd I spot Jesse standing and cheering loudly, I smile at him but I am jostled by someone to my left. I look over and I see her. She is smiling so widely at me that I fear her face might split in half. I smile back just as wide, after all, we have reason to celebrate. But as i look into her crystal blue eyes, my breath hitches and I find myself unable to draw breath.
Time slows as I get lost in her eyes, the loud roar of the crowd turns to a low murmur and I am acutely aware of each inch of her body that is pressed against mine. Among the obvious joy and elation from winning the ICCAs that is present in all of our eyes, I see a flicker of something that I can't put a name to, but whatever it is, it both scares me and puts a joy in me that is not to be ignored.
Time starts to speed back up and I am pulled from my reverie as I finally draw air into my lungs. I finally break eye contact and my gaze sweeps the crowd until I find Jesse again. He is still standing there cheering loudly as ever. I turn my head to see Chloe still grinning at me full force. I feel conflicted. Confused. Scared. I have a choice to make and it could have serious repercussions. Should I take the cliché, easy route, or should i plunge into something else entirely?
My gaze flicks between the two rapidly. My heart starts to race and I feel my palms begin to sweat. My head swirls with emotions, anxiety, fear of rejection and...love? A wave of calm comes upon me and my head clears. Fuck it. I look to Jesse and give him an apologetic expression. He looks at me confusedly as I take a deep breath. It's now or never.
I turn my body more towards Chloe and see her bright blue eyes now filled with questions. My right arm unwraps from whoever is to my right, resting my palm on her cheek. I rub my thumb over her cheekbone once and her eyes widen slightly as I start to lean up on my toes. I pause slightly when our lips are barely centimeters apart; I can feel her breath blowing over my own lips, eyes still wide and locked. I gather the last of my courage and press my lips to hers. It is amazing and terrifying all at once. I feel the cliché fireworks and sparks that are present in every type of romance novel, but there is still a tiny voice in the back of my head urging me to run.
She is still at first, unresponsive, and I fear that I just made a huge mistake. Even the crowd is still now, stunned into silence. I panic and start to break away, ready to make a run for it and listen to the voice, when I feel a hand creep onto my waist, the other coming to rest on my cheek. Her eyes drift closed and she pulls me in closer, deepening the kiss.
The crowd breaks out into cheers and cat calls and I feel all the previous worry and doubt flee from my body. We eventually break for air and I feel myself grinning like an idiot. My hands slide down to hold Chloe's waist as her own wrap around my neck. She smiles at me softly before pulling me into another kiss, this time it being soft instead of my desperate display of affection. "I knew it! You owe me $20 CR!" Fat Amy shouted. We both pull away, the moment dimmed slightly by the Aussie's outburst. We are both quiet until a laugh bubbles up from my lips soon to be followed by Chloe and the rest of the Bellas. Cynthia Rose grumbles before laughing along with us.
Things were okay in this moment and for now that was enough. I would deal with everything else later. Right now, all that mattered was a gorgeous redhead by the name Chloe Beale