The Love Story of Chord and Blade

by Prillylove25

Bella is a figure skater competing at the Olympics. She is performing her long program. Both she and Edward have agreed to put their relationship on hold until she competes. They have had a secret relationship throughout the years relying on phone conversations and text messages to get them through.

1. Chapter 1

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BPOV

I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid
To take a stand, to take a stand
Everybody, everybody
Come take my hand, come take my hand

We'll walk this route together through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin' you know that you're not alone
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road

I nod my head to the beat of Eminem as I pace the hallway, having just finished my warm-up with the final group of skaters to compete. I'm sitting in first place after my short program. I'm taking deep breaths, trying to keep a calmness about myself. I know there are cameras all around me. My iPhone tucked into my jacket pocket as the beat flows up through my ear buds. A sense of calm washes over me as the lyrics hold a personal meaning. I didn't spend weekends with my friends having fun. I didn't go to homecoming or prom. I didn't spend long holiday weekends on vacations with my family. I was locked away in an ice rink. With choreographers and coaches. I was surrounded by press and agents, costume designers and hair and make-up artists, and most of all my competition. I have wanted nothing else than to compete for my country at the Olympics since I was a little girl. Now, here I am, a twenty-year-old woman mentally going over my new routine.

Most people would, and actually have, called me stupid for debuting a new routine at the Olympics. It hasn't been tested in the public or to the judges. I've only ever rehearsed it day after day in the privacy of the practice rink. I haven't even allowed the music to play overhead in the public practices here during the Olympics. I have only practiced while the music played in my ear buds. People have told me I should just play it safe, go with the routine my coach and choreographer mapped out for me at the start of the season. People are saying I am throwing away my chance at the gold. To them, I say 'fuck you'!

For so long I have followed what everyone else has told me to do. I followed my 'safe' routine to a 'T' four years ago. I was a sixteen-year-old girl who did anything and everything my coaches told me to do. And what did it get me? I walked away in fourth place. I was devastated. I skipped the one thing that brought me to figure skating in the first place,the grace and beauty of dancing on ice. I let them chock my program full of tricks and jumps to earn the extra technical points. By the end of the routine, I could hardly breathe, let alone take a bow. The last minute of my program was sloppy. I felt as though I was gliding through molasses. It showed in my scores as well as my interpretation of the music. Well, all that got me was a trip to Vancouver and a fourth place finish. From that day on, I vowed I was going to do what I felt I needed to do to get what I wanted.

For once, I put myself in charge of my destiny. I decided what music I would compete to. I decided how many extra elements I put into my long program. I choose the costumes I wore. But, the one thing I did differently, I did it with my family and my friends. I fired my coach and hired the sweet and hard working Esme Cullen. She gave me the friendship I craved in a coach, but the hardness an elite athlete needs. With her came the team. Team Cullen I dubbed them. Rose was my hair and make-up, she made me beautiful without looking like I was painted up. Alice was my costume designer. She made me look as though my music was emoting from my soul. Gone was the little girl in the too short ice dresses and the badly made-up face. After 2010, I became the young woman who put her heart and soul out onto the ice.

I paced the hallway, rolling my neck back and forth and in circles trying to keep loose. Breathing deeply, putting myself in the moment. Shutting out the past, leaving myself open to only the good things that lay ahead.

Eminem's anthem skipped a bit as a text message came in through my phone. I pulled it out of my jacket pocket and smiled as Chord's name showed on the screen.

Stop thinking about everything. Go out there and kick ass! ~Chord

What makes you think I am over thinking? ~Blade

I smile as I type out the nickname Chord gave me. He called me his Blade because I called him my Chord. As much as I had my skates on my feet, he had a guitar attached to his hands. The ice was my dream, and the guitar was his.

He was the one thing I kept to myself. My coaches and family knew I had a 'friend' whom I texted frequently, but they didn't know who he was. No one did. We had an understanding, he followed his dream and I followed mine. We stayed close, we talked daily, multiple times daily, but that was how we kept it. We didn't want the media blowing it up. Making a spectacle of something that was so special.

We were two people who on the outside didn't match. His handsome God-like looks encased in the most beautiful tattoos I've ever seen. Full sleeves covered his arms, a full back piece, along with pieces scattered on his chest. His viper bites making his mouth that much more alluring.

You forget how well I know you. At this exact moment, you are listening to hip hop because the beat gets your blood flowing. You're going over every mistake you have made in the past leading up to finally finding your voice and telling the douche bags that tried to run your life to fuck off! ~Chord

I can't help the smile that comes over my face.

Don't ever doubt that I know you inside and out, Love. Just breathe. I wish I was there to see you kick ass out there tonight. ~Chord

So do I, Chord. I get it. You're on the road. Your shows are important. ~Blade

After this is over, after your long program and my last show ... we're doing it right? We are going to let everyone know ... about us? ~Chord

Without a doubt. I want the world to know you own my heart. You're going to watch though, right? ~Blade

Yes, I've got a satellite feed so I can watch it live. I'm not missing a moment of you out there. ~Chord

I hope you like the program. ~Blade

Trust me ... you could go out there and perform YMCA in a garbage bag and I would love it! ~Chord

I can't help the loud laugh that escapes me. I look around and see Esme grinning at me. "Ten minutes left. As much as I know Chord calms you, cut it short and get your head into the program." She tells me with a smile.

I nod at her as I blow out a breath.

Gotta get my head on the ice. As much as I don't want to say goodbye, I have to shut the world out for a little bit. ~Blade

I get it. Leave it all out there, Blade. Your sweat, your heart, your soul. Show the world what I already know. ~Chord

And what's that? ~Blade

That you're golden. I love you, Blade. ~Chord

I love you, Chord. ~Blade

With those parting words, I slipped my phone back into my jacket pocket and started going through my program.

What Chord didn't know was that I was using his song. Well, not his lyrics, but his chords. The instrumental version of a song he wrote for his friend to sing and record. I was his inspiration. He played it for me eight months ago when I snuck away and spent the night in his hotel room. We just so happened to be in the same city. He was performing a concert and I was competing in Skate America.

I knocked at his door and his tattooed arm snaked out and pulled me into the room. He had me pressed up against the door immediately, his lips finding mine as we kissed for the first time in months. I heard him click the lock as he held me up with the other arm. My legs wrapping around his waist, holding onto him for dear life.

All of my energy drained, left on the ice.

"I watched you from the sky box today." He whispered against my lips before continuing to kiss me, making his way down jaw to my neck.

My eyes flew open and I attempted to regain my senses, but his lips were too damn persistent. His tongue softly making circles in the sweet spot just under my earlobe. I heard his light chuckle as a moan escaped me. "You were fucking beautiful. Beyond amazing." He whispered in my ear before biting down on my ear lobe.

"Good enough to get me to the Olympics?"

"Good enough to get you the gold, baby girl!" He whispered in my ear again. "Enough talking. It's been too fucking long since I had you physically with me." Suddenly he was lifting me from the door and his hands were palming my ass as he made his way to the bed.

He laid me down and pulled the tie of my robe open. I was wearing a pair of his boxers and a wife beater of his I stole the last time we were able to steal some time alone together. "Fuck me, Blade! You look fucking sinful in my clothes!" He growled out, running his hand down the valley between my pert breasts.

"The last time you destroyed my panties and bra ... I figured if you got a little impatient this time you may as well ruin your own clothes ... although, that will mean I will just have to steal some more to wear out of here!"

Before I can even think to lift myself up to pull off the wife beater, he took hold of the neck line and ripped it down the middle. My nipples hardened as the cool air hit them, and I let out a long groan as I feel the wetness setting in below.

"I can't hold back this first time around. It's been too fucking long since I've felt you around my cock. Hold on, baby!" He said, pulling down my boxers. Somehow his were now gone too, and I felt him, right there. "You're still getting the shot?"

"Yes ... fuck, Chord ... please!" With that single plea his cock was at my entrance and in a breath he was inside of me. "Fucking hell! So fucking ... you feel so good!" I moaned out.

He hooked my legs around his waist and began thrusting into me. Hard and fast. His hands found my breasts and he held onto them as he thrust into me, pinching and pulling my nipples. I bucked up to him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Fucking hell! Six months is too fucking long to be away from you, let alone inside of you!" He said , looking down at me, placing his hand over my heart. I look down at his knuckles BLADE is spelled out on his fingers. "I fucking love you so much!"

Looking down at his hand, feeling his cock swelling inside of me, then looking up into his piercing eyes ... I lost it, and the coil let loose. I was screaming his name as I hung onto his arms as my orgasm rocked me to my core. My release triggered his and soon he was letting loose a string of profanities as he came inside of me.

He collapsed on me, slowly rolling us so we were on our sides, still remaining connected as one. I closed my eyes as his hands traced my face as he whispered sweet words of love to me. We may have just fucked, but it was lust fueled by long distance love.

"It's time." Esme says, pulling me from my memory. I let her lead me down the hallway to the rink. As we walk, I slowly begin taking out my ear buds and pull my phone out, handing it to Esme. As we enter the rink, I begin unzipping my jacket to reveal the amazing costume Alice made for me. It is a deep red, almost black gauze material. It has an empire waist where a piece of the gauze is braided and wraps under my breasts, around the back and then crisscrosses up my back, coming around the tops of my shoulders to create the thin straps holding it up. It flows down to just above my knees. There is no bling, there is no sparkle. It is simple and beautiful. It goes with my music choice. Soft and bold, understated and depth of soul.

I hand Esme my jacket and dip to slide off my blade protectors. As I hand them to her, she grabs my hands. "I don't know what was going through your mind back there, but whatever it was ... hold onto it. I've never seen you this relaxed." She says. She places my phone and blade protectors in her bag and hangs my jacket under the straps before she slings it over her shoulder. She runs her hand up and down my arms, trying to ward off the cold and keep my muscles warm. "Don't think about where you are placed, don't think about past practices, don't think about four years ago. Keep your mind right where it was just moments ago. Go to your happy place." I nod at her and wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me.

"Thank you." I whisper to her. "Thank you for believing in me enough to help guide me to my dream. Thank you for letting me walk next to you, not behind you during our journey."

"Thank you for letting me take this journey with you."

We pull apart and I step out onto the ice. I begin with a short lap around the entrance. I'm waiting for the skater before me to get her scores. I don't look up, I don't listen to the crowd respond to her scores. I close my eyes and I'm back in the hotel room. Sitting crossed-legged next to Chord as he strums his guitar. The notes filling the room with a soothing rhythm.

"I wrote this while watching you today. Watching your practice, watching you perform. I see you skating in my mind when I play this. It's the end of our separate journeys. Now, after these next eight months, we can begin our journey ... together." He said, leaning over to place a kiss on my lips.

I'm pulled from my memory as my name is announced. I make my way to center ice, raising my hand above my head in acknowledgment of the audience. I circle my starting spot four times. Then dig my toe pick into the ice to take my opening pose. I crouch down and place my palm onto the ice. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I go back to that hotel room as the opening notes play out to the arena. My mind hearing Chord singing to me, the audience only hearing the instrumental version.

As the opening plays out, I glide my palm along the ice, relishing the feel, the coolness on my skin. This is home, but I'm ready to leave and go to him. To my new home with my Chord.

Heart beats fast
Colors and promises

I slowly rise and begin stroking the ice with my blades. I begin with small swivels, switching edges, gaining speed to take me into my first jump.

How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall

I take a breath and let my body glide into the entrance for my first jump. I line up to do a triple lutz, triple toe loop. I lift my foot forward as I'm heading backwards into the jump. I arch forward slightly, swinging my foot backwards and dig my toe pick in. I'm launched into the air, pulling my arms and legs in tight to complete the three revolutions. As I feel my blade land on the ice, I immediately toe pick in again to launch myself into my toe loop, again pulling myself in tight to complete the three revolutions. I land on my blade, extending my arms out. I nailed it. I don't dwell on the accomplishment, I head right into the next connecting move to pick up some more speed for my next jump.

But watching you stand alone?
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehowOne step closer

I open up and step up into my next jump, the triple axel, triple toe. It's risky, but I'm willing to take that chance. I bailed on it four years ago, but not this time. I step up into it and launch myself upward. I pull in tight and breathe when I feel my blade hit the ice. I instantly lean my foot back and toe pick into the ice to launch myself into my triple toe. When I land, I open my arms and breathe out, smiling as I land it in front of the judges. I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

After gliding out of my jump, I trace the ice with my blades in time to the music. Chord's voice washing over me in my mind. I pick up yet more speed for my next jump.

For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

I position myself to go into my Salchowjump. I launch myself up and tighten. I feel myself rotate, and release as I feel the ice coming near. My blade touches down. I let out a breath and allow my body to relax. The three hard jumps are out of the way. Now, I can let loose and show the beauty of my sport. The dance of my sport. Time stands still

My body moves into a camel spin. I lean my head onto my shoulder and let myself spin, extending my leg and arm extended out.

Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away

I bring my arm that is laying on my extended leg around and pull my body down and go into a sit spin.

What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to thisOne step closer

I spin out and begin a step sequence down the center of the ice.I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

I end my step sequence with a triple loop jump, landing cleanly on my blade, opening my arms. And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

I position my feet in an open position, bend my knees and lean backwards then flow into a cantilever, keeping my hands off the ice. I lean back and let Chord's music flow over me. I glide out of the cantilever and stroke the ice gaining speed, then launch myself into a triple flip triple toe. One step closer
One step closerI have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

As the crescendo of the music hits, I launch myself into a Russian split jump, two in total, then sliding into a lay back spin. And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

As Chord's lyrics fade in my head, the instrumental still plays for the audience, so I lean back into my spin, raising my hands over my head, bringing them down to cover my heart as I glide out of my spin, dragging my foot behind me to bring me to a stop. I keep my hand over my heart, just like Chord did as we fell asleep in each other's arms after he sang for me.

I feel the tears on my cheeks. No matter what the scores say, no matter what color is hanging around my neck when the final scores are announced ...I'm happy. I did it on my terms, for me.

I glide to center ice and take my bows, letting the tears flow. I look over to the section I know my mom and dad are sitting in and I blow them kisses, mouthing I love you to them. Thanking them for letting me do this on my terms.

I make my way back to the boards where Esme is standing with the door open, as well as her arms. "I've never seen you perform it better, darling girl." She tells me through her own tears. She guides me over to the kiss and cry area, sitting down in front of the cameras to wait for my scores. She hands me my phone and I look down to see his message.

You take my breath away. ~Chord

I look up into the camera and say the words to the world I have been waiting to say for the past four years. "I love you, Chord."

Suddenly the crowd erupts and my scores flash onto the screens. Solid all the way across, and they put me in first are no more skaters left to compete, I was the last one. I look at Esme, who now has tears in her eyes. We hug each other. I did it, I got my gold medal.

After a few moments of laughing and crying with each other, I am whisked away to do short interviews for the TV stations. Finally, I am getting called out to the ice to step on the podium. I step onto the highest one and wait. The official brings my gold medal and places it around my neck, then hands me my bouquet of flowers and kisses me on my cheek. I turn and place my hand over my heart as the US national anthem places. I sing along and just let my tears flow.

After I leave the ice, I finally get to hug my mom and dad. Alice and Rose get in a quick hug before I am again taken to the press room for more interviews. I am sitting at the long table, my bouquet sitting in front of me, my medal hanging around my neck, I answer questions about the journey to get here, about my relationship with Esme. When Esme speaks up and says one final question, I see a big burly man stand in the back. I recognize him as Emmett McCarty from Sports Illustrated. "Bells!" He booms out. "I had the honor of interviewing you when you were fourteen years old. And now, here you are a beautiful woman. It has been an honor to watch your journey. Your music switch was somewhat of a controversy. Can you explain why you made the choice to debut a new routine and why did you choose that music?"

"Hi Emmett. It's great to see you too. You've always been so kind to me." He smiles at me and nods. "This particular piece of music was played for me about eight months ago by someone very special to me. This person wrote that song and the lyrics that go with it for me while watching me skate. The moment I heard it, I knew if I made it to the Olympics, I had to skate to that music. So, I took the leap and started choreographing it and working it during practices. It was a risk, but a risk I was willing to take to bring my Olympic and skating career to a close."

"So, this is it? You're done with skating?" Emmett asks.

"Competing, yes. Skating, never. I'll do some tour stops, some pro shows here and there. But, I've put my life on hold for so long, it's time I started living it." I said with a smile. I look down and over to Esme, letting her know I'm ready to leave.

"Who's Chord?" I heard a sweet ,velvety voice ask from the back.

My head snaps up. My eyes franticly searching for his face in the sea of reporters. It can't be him.

With a shaky voice I say, "He is the man who holds my heart."

"The one you're ready to start a new journey with?" The velvety voice asks again.

"Without a doubt!" I reply.

Then suddenly, I see Emmett move to the side with a smirk on his face and Chord steps forward. Murmured voices of 'Edward Masen!' 'Oh my God, it's rock god Edward Masen' ring out, followed by hundreds of camera flashes.

"I'm so proud of you, Blade!" He says, walking towards me with open arms.

Thanking the lord I changed into my sneakers, I stand up and climb over the table and run into his arms. As he catches me and I wrap my legs around his waist, I cup his face with my hands and softly kiss his lips. Finally, I'm home. Finally, our love story can be heard around the world.