I don't own pitch perfect
Chloe's POV
You can't help but run away. Somewhere deep down you know it is wrong. But the thought is too deep down to have any effect on you. The moment you remember what had happened yesterday, you flee. You left her in your apartment sleeping in the most uncomfortable position possible, just because she wanted to make sure you were okay.
You know it is wrong of you to run. But you don't care. Not now. You can't feel guilty just yet. Instead, you find yourself angry. Good, anger is good. Unlike guilt you could deal with anger.
You find yourself thinking - who asked her to help you? You didn't ask for it. You didn't need anyone's help. There hadn't been anyone when you needed them the most. There is no way you are letting others in now, when you can take good care of yourself. Why wouldn't you leave me alone Beca Mitchell? Why do you have to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, all the time? Why you?
You are angry at her. You know it is not fair or logical at all. But you can't help it. You are angry.
You don't just walk. You run. Some are giving you strange looks. Well you don't find a lot of people jogging in the sun at ten in the morning. But you are beyond caring. You are angry, frustrated and sad. You have a lot of mixed emotions and a pent-up energy you need to burn off. So you run. run. And run. And you don't get back until eleven. And even before you get in to the bed room, you know she is gone. You look opposite your room to find Aubrey's door closed. You walk over and knock. Hearing no response you push open the door. As you half expect, Aubrey is still not here. She had been spending a lot of time at Jesse's now. You have a feeling it won't be long before she moved out. And that thought makes your heart hurt a little. You are happy for her. They had been together for over two years now. They do deserve every happiness they have and more. But you would be left all alone...
You shrug off the thought. You don't need anyone. You never have. You say to yourself again. You walk to your door and open it with a force not really needed. And as expected, Beca is gone.
You make yourself a cup of coffee and some breakfast. You don't have to go to office today. The aspirin you took in the morning had kicked in and your day is looking a little better. You decide to take a shower.
Once in the shower, the memories begin to flood you and this time, unlike on other days it is not mom, or dad or the lost childhood years, it is her. Beca. The way she held you. The way she called your name, when you told her about your mother, the way she looked at you the whole time. Not some sympathetic glance for the troubled girl with a tragic history, but with an adoration and Love you couldn't fathom why. You increase the strength of water to wash away the thoughts. It all should be your imagination. Why would Beca care about you? For what? But then why else the girl had brought you safely to your home at three in the morning. Why did she hold you the way she did? Again you brush it off as her being a decent human being. But whatever it is, you are no longer angry at her. You are even ashamed of being angry at her. She hadn't planned on being part of your messed up life. She was dragged along just because she is your friend. And a good friend she is. You turn off the shower and dry yourself. You know you need to talk to her. At least offer her an apology. You are still not sure what to say to her. But you are going to meet her. Not just yet. Not today. Not so soon. But you will.
Three more days pass before you have the courage to do anything. And today you are meeting her. Jesse had mentioned she had a day off today and will be home in the afternoon. So you leave early from work and go to her place. It feels strange. What if she is busy? What if she doesn't want to meet you? What if she is angry you left the way you did? You almost consider turning back. But finally decide to suck it up and knock on her door. And at the third knock she opens the door. It is as if she had been expecting you to knock at her door.
'I thought you were not..' she begins as she opens the door. But stops once she realize it is you. 'Chloe..'
You shuffle nervously and ask 'Can I come in?'
'I'm sorry.. Sure please Come in… '
She steps out of the way to let you in and close the door behind. You walk over to the couch and sits down. Beca settles on a chair opposite to you.
'I'm sorry. I thought you were Jesse. We had planned to hangout. Then he cancelled last minute. And just few minutes back he called to know if I was here. So I thought it was him being his dorky self.' she laughs nervously. Good. You are not the only one nervous here.
'Can I get you anything?' she asks when you don't say anything.
'No. I'm fine.' You say. 'And Jesse probably called to make sure you were here for Me.' you add nervously.
'Oh.' she doesn't say anything else. And you to talk.
'Beca.. I'm.. I'm sorry for leaving the way I did.'
You somehow manage.
She looks surprised, like she hadn't expected you to bring it up like that.
'It's fine Chloe. I unders.. ' she begins, but you her cut off.
'No it's not. You were so good to me that night and.. ' Your voice shakes a little and you clear your throat.
'.. And I left even without a thank you. It was not fine. I don't know how to say this...But thank you for.. for taking care of me..it was nice of you.. No one had done it in a long time. '
You shut your mouth quickly realizing what you just said. Beca looks almost as surprised as you. She hadn't expected it, neither had you.
You stand up quickly.
'I should probably get going. You would be having a lot of things going. I am not going to keep you anymore.'
You stumble on your words and try to make an exit as soon as possible.
'Chloe.. Wait. '
She says and you stop in your tracks.
