Chloe's POV

I'm sat in a practically empty house, fixing a baby's hat, on a Friday night, with my best friend. This could be the strangest but cutest night ever. Max is being a sweetheart, I know we've only been here for about an hour but he hasn't made a fuss at all. Beca seems to be holding out alright, too. I honestly don't know why I invited her along in relation to actually looking after Max because we both know I'll be doing most of that. Well, all of that. I guess I just couldn't help myself and the suggestion just fell out of my mouth when she asked me about my weekend a few days ago. But we're both here now so she knows she can't escape. Glancing at the clock I noticed Beca had been gone for about fifteen minutes now, apparently I'd been too occupied with Max but also my thoughts. I made sure Max was calm before going to investigate where my petite friend had gone. She's probably snooping around this house for anything my cousin and her husband have left behind, but she's been gone too long now.

I worried my lip as I called out, "Becs? Beca, where are you?" I made sure to speak in hushed tones so not to wake Max. There was still no sign of Beca as I approached the kitchen door so I peeked my head around the frame, only to find Beca pressed against the counter, facing the window with her head bent over the sink. My breath hitched in my throat as I saw her, noticing the whiteness of her knuckles as she grasped the edge of the counter. She held her hand up to stop me from rushing towards her, obviously predicting my every move.

"Oh, Becs… Are you okay?" I heard a soft sniffle come from the girl, who looked even smaller now since she'd pulled her arms in tight around her.

"I'm fine." A hand came up to wipe her face, a sure sign that she'd been crying.

"No," it hurt just to think about the idea that my best friend was upset. I couldn't help myself as I ran towards her, grabbing her probably too harshly by the shoulders and turning her around so I could see her face. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks wet from the stream of tears rolling down them. I pulled her close to my body and let her bury her head in the crook of my neck, just as she always did when she cried. Whenever she'd had an argument with Jesse, or if she was frustrated with her music she'd always sneak into my room in the middle of the night, tears streaming, and carefully shook my shoulder if I was asleep, silently asking to climb into my bed. Nothing else ever happened and when morning came I made sure she was okay, and maybe she'd want to talk about it but if she didn't then I wouldn't push her. I trust her to tell me what I need to know.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, pulling away to look at me, smiling as she did. I knew she wanted to forget about it but this has been happening more and more often recently and I can't let this go.

"Hey, why are you sorry? Don't be silly, now tell me what up." I gently brushed a few stands of hair away from her eyes as she dropped her head towards the floor. She tried to shrug away but instinctively my hand went to pull her chin towards me, forcing her to look me in the eyes. I probably held her gaze for too long and her eyes grew uneasy, begging me to move back. I reluctantly dropped my hand and apologised under my breath. If only she knew how I felt about her.

"I broke up with Jesse," My eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why she was mentioning this. She'd already told me the night it happened. "There's someone else." Oh. I felt my heart sink into the ground as the realization hit me. Of course there's someone else. How could I be so stupid?

"Good for you, Beca." My voice fell flat as I understood I had to be happy for her. I can't be upset about this because it's my fault I never told her how I felt when we met at the activities fair three years ago. Three years. I knew I couldn't make a move when we first met purely because I had no idea what I was feeling for her, this adoration was all new to me. So quickly after that she'd gotten together with Jesse and I've just been the best friend ever since. Of course I never even hinted at how I felt but it's become increasingly hard this year with us being the only two living on the top floor of the Bella's house. It was Amy's idea for us to each have separate rooms at the top of the house with the rest of the girls falling into some hierarchical formation below us. We were the only two to have a room each, everyone else sharing but Beca and I spent so much time together we may as well have slept in the same room.

"You're upset." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Beca could read me like a book even when I'm trying to cover up how I feel but right now I couldn't control my glassy eyes and down-turned mouth. I'm pretty sure my lip would have jutted out if I hadn't brought my hand up to my face in instinct.

"No. No, of course not. I'm happy for you Becs, I really am." I could tell she wasn't buying any of it but for some reason she just carried on talking as if I hadn't said anything.

"Great! You'll love her, she's cute, well beautiful actually, and funny and so talented; she sings. And she's so smart and…" The way Beca's voice trailed off from her previous excitement told me that I wasn't going to like what she was about to say, and she knew it. "You know her, Chloe."

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