I don't own pitch perfect
Chloe's POV
Did she just say what you think she said? Did she say she loves you? Did she really love you? But why?
'.. Why do I love you? Well I don't have an answer for that. I just do. It is in the small things about you. It is about who you are...'
Could someone love you that way? Do people really love like that? But again you don't think Beca is lying. She looked so genuine.
You were too dazed to see what she had been up to. And she had been trying to open the door without success. It would have been comical if not for the present situation.
You offer to do it. And of course she denies. She can be such a stubborn ass sometimes. But then so were you. You ask again and surprisingly she gives in without much of a fight and you both get inside.
You hear her sigh. You know you have to say something. You just didn't know what. What do you say to someone who said they love you. Well.. In the past you had no difficulty in saying find some other place for their love. When you didn't really believe people could love like that. Do you believe all of a sudden in one true love. Hardly. But you are considering possibilities. No, not just because Beca had made that speech. (Though it was such a sweet speech.)
'Beca.. I knew only one person who really loved me. And that was my mom. And I haven't had her in my life for fifteen years. My dad is there. Well physically. But he never really was there. Not on birthdays. Any school days, annual days, sport's days.. nothing.. He never came. I used to wonder if he even remembered he had a daughter. There hadn't been anyone in a long time. '
'Chlo.. ' she begins. Again that nick name.
'And probably I never let anyone after him. I have friends. But I wonder how many of them would really be there.. you know.. The truth is most of them won't be.. Aubrey, Stacie, Amy and few others perhaps. That is it. Even they have the limitations. They are friends. They don't have to bring everything in. But relationships.. they are.. People usually want something in return when they say they love me or like me or whatever. It had been like that always. And I can't help but suspect that.. You too.. ' You stop and look at her. She swallows. There are tears in her eyes.
'I don't.. I just.. I just want to be with you. I don't know how else to say that.. How to explain.. I just.. I love you.' She says. Her voice hoarse but firm. So genuine.
You look into her eyes and nod. You don't say anything. You just move forward and kiss her.
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There is light in the room. Why are shades up? You don't leave window shades up at night...Something about the bed is not right... You are fully awake now and it is not your room. And you remember where you are.
There is a warm body beside you. Her. Beca. You know without looking. Are you scared to look? You have a nauseating instinct to run away for a moment. But then you turn to your side to look at her. She is sleeping on her stomach. Naked (So are you). She has her face turned towards your side. And the nausea is gone. Replaced by a warm feeling all over your body. She looks so innocent. Beautiful. Pure.
It is cold. you pull sheets to your chest and over her and you keep looking at her. Watching someone while they sleep. Wow. Since when you became that mushy Chloe? You left long before any of that usually. But this wasn't usual. This was something extra ordinary. And it scared the living lights out of you. But you don't run.
She turns in her sleep to her side and the sheets slide off to reveal her breasts. And your breath gets hitched. She is so beautiful. You move closer and kiss her shoulder. And trail kisses along her neck to jaw lines. She sighs and turns on to her back. She is awake. Those beautiful blue eyes are staring right at you. And she smiles.
'Good morning.' she murmurs. You smile and kiss her.
'Good morning.' You whisper against her lips.
'I was worried you would run away this time as well.'
She whispers. She is smiling. But behind those eyes there was a vulnerability, a fear. That you put there. You didn't want it there. So you kiss her again.
'Never again.' You promise. Could you really promise that, you wonder. Then you look into her eyes and you know, you can.
You kiss her again. Pulling her closer. Your kisses more urgent.
Suddenly she flips you to your back and is on top of you. kissing, touching, teasing.
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It's been three years since you got together. For the first few months (well almost an year) every once in a while, you found yourself thinking of running away. A few times you even managed to do so. But she always found you. Always held you. She is always there. And you gradually starts to believe that she really is here to stay. And finally you settles. You are at ease with someone. With yourself. You are trusting someone. Letting someone in.
And today she is not your girlfriend. No. She is your fiancé. She had proposed six months back and you said Yes! And tomorrow you are getting married and she will be your wife.
There are times when you have nightmares - that you lose her, like you did your mother, or she leaves you finding you weren't worth the trouble. And you wake up sweating and heaving, calling her name. And she is still there. Awake. With you. She holds you until you fall asleep. Promising she would never leave. And she never has. She is there. She always is there.
And you fall back to sleep in her arms. Feeling Safe. Loved. Wanted.
'I love you.' She whispers.
'I love you more.' You whisper back.
