Prompt: "Closer – Chainsmokers ft. Halsey: Beca and Chloe hooked up at a mutual friend's house party four years ago and had dated for a while but broke it off due to them coming from different worlds. Four years later, they both attend another party at a hotel and the physical attraction is still there."

A/N: So this is an extremely late update for this prompt; sorry! But I'm not over exaggerating when I say I have four different versions of it saved in separate word documents due to too pickiness/too many ideas. A quick heads-up – they are not in a hotel; I tried different scenario /reasons for them being at a hotel (hence four versions D:) and in the end I thought a party fitted better.

This is definitely getting a second part to it, as I still have stuff to add but for now…

Can't Stop

Out of everyone, she was the person Beca least expected to see tonight.

Beca would be lying if she said she didn't think about her from time to time; it was the little things - whenever someone casually said "totes" in a conversation or called her Becs – Chloe Beale wasn't someone she could easily forget.

It was just another LA party and Beca's attendance was always a requirement.

"Mingle with the talent and make new friends; it's all about the people you know in this business, kid."

Looking back on the words of a former boss, that was probably the most honest and useful piece of advice she had ever been given regarding the music industry. Beca had been living in Los Angeles for just over four years now; she had made her way up a prestigious music label and was eventually promoted to a real music producer - like her own client list and big office music producer. Beca's professional life was everything she had ever wanted and more – even if that meant leaving San Diego in her broke down car and watching Chloe disappear into the distance of her rear view mirror.

Her personal life could be better though. Despite the many years of living in the city, it was hardly a surprise the DJ didn't have many friends. She had 'friends' at work (which probably explained why she had brought her assistant to the party) and they went out for drinks after work sometimes but Beca usually waved them off before disappearing with a stranger she usually always spent the night with.

Being a music producer in the city of LA gave Beca an edge she never had in San Diego and usually rubbed off on other women very much in her favor, but she didn't do it every night; no, just every so often in order to suppress her loneliness and get lost in alcohol and another body for a night.

It was strange seeing Chloe, currently standing in her world - a world she never expected her to be a part of – but it was nice. Even after four years of no contact, Chloe could still make Beca's cheeks warm and her breath catch.

"Beca, are you going to close the deal or what?"

The sharp tug on the corner of her jacket caused the liquid in one of the glasses she was holding to spill down her hand. She turned to her assistant with a quiet "huh?" as she quickly caught the drip with her tongue.

"Is he going to get his drink, or…?" Grace asked, as she pointed a finger to the man on the other side of the room.

Being Beca's assistant wasn't exactly a difficult job and its only real requirement was to ensure she had a constant supply of coffee in the office. Beca had never wanted one in the first place but according to upstairs management, having a personal assistant made Beca look good, so she ended up with Grace.

It was the first résumé on the pile that had taken up the left side of her desk for just under a month. With no desire to sieve through each one, she called the number at the top of the page. If Grace's interview was anything to by, it was apparent she liked to please people.

Beca's coffee was always hot and there when she needed it and her schedule always sat in the center of her desk each and every morning from the moment she was hired. Grace even managed to improve the music producer's time keeping ability for all appointments - in fact, as much as Beca hated to admit, Grace was a damn good assistant and it was no surprise, amidst Beca's brief distraction, the other woman was looking out for her now.

Beca cleared her throat, willing her eyes not to find Chloe again, "Yeah, I got it."

XXX

Chloe was about to follow her friends out of the door until she caught glimpse of a familiar face.

The woman was sat on top of the kitchen counter, one leg resting on a stool as she took a sip of her drink. She was talking to a tall man with dark hair who seemed to paying very close attention to what she was saying. Beca had one hand resting on her knee, as she spoke with the other and that confident smirk that always turned Chloe to mush.

She had one foot on the threshold, but Chloe couldn't seem to make the final step to leave.

"Chloe, the taxi is here."

Her friend's voice was simply a drone in the background, as the redhead watched the man step forward, no longer leaning on the refrigerator, as he shook Beca's hand with a smile and the nod of his head; that's when Chloe felt it. A surge of pride spread through her body as she began to piece together what she thought was unfolding in front of her.

Beca wanted to succeed as a music producer more than anything; that was apparent throughout their time at high school together. Right now, at an upscale party in Hollywood and shaking hands with what could be a potential recording artist, Beca legitimately looked like she had become exactly that and Chloe couldn't be any prouder.

"I've changed my mind" the redhead mumbled out, not allowing her eyes to leave Beca. The bass of the song currently blaring out of the speakers dropped and as if it was meant to be, Beca was meeting her gaze. Chloe's smile was growing and her friend's reply falling on deaf ears. Beca kept her eyes fixed on Chloe for a moment, before she let them fall to the floor. She took a swig of her drink before slipping down off the counter and making her way over.

…Yeah, Chloe wasn't leaving this party any time soon.

XXX

Beca had almost gone unnoticed, until she hadn't and that's probably the reason Beca ignored her. Well, perhaps not ignore but lose her nerve and walk in the opposite direction back to Grace.

She was going to go over; there was something in Chloe's eyes that made her want to run over to the door and say anything to make her stay, but Beca had panicked, realising she didn't really know what to say. Four years and no contact, then factoring in their relationship and how things ended, Beca didn't think a "hey, nice to see you" was enough.

"Is he in?" Grace asked, eagerly tapping her fingers around the paper cup in her hand.

Beca flickered a glance at Chloe's now confused but hurt expression and turned her attention back to her assistant, "Yeah, he'll be in on Monday to sign the contract."

The brunette took a big gulp of her drink, trying to focus her mind on her work. At first Beca thought XY was a ridiculous name for an up-and-coming DJ but the managers of the label were convinced he was set to be the next best thing. After listening to his demo, the producer couldn't deny the talent and potential that oozed through every note, so it was no surprise other labels were attempting to horn in and swoop him up. Beca was informed not to let that happen and the "successful DJ talking to not yet signed DJ" was dubbed the best game plan to impress XY into signing the contract.

Tonight was a solid win for both Beca and the company and if Grace's beam and celebratory toast was anything to go by, they should be celebrating, but Beca couldn't get Chloe out of her head. It seemed impossible to stop her eyes from finding her ex-girlfriend's, so instead she drained the alcohol from her cup and willed herself to listen to Grace.

But a burning curiosity was stirring inside Beca's mind all the while she watched her assistant's mouth move up and down, no longer paying any attention to what was coming out of it. Why was Chloe here in LA? Did she get into school here? Was she visiting? Who was she visiting?

Before she was even registering what she was doing, Beca was turning to face the redhead again.

But Chloe was leaving.

Oh, shit, Chloe was leaving.

XXX

Chloe's name was on the tip of her tongue; her lip curled to pronounce the letter but for some reason it got stuck in her throat. The redhead's name was only really spoken when Beca had drank more than a few drinks on a late night – which was more often out here in LA than it used to be – usually to the stranger from the bar on a work night.

But now saying it sober and to Chloe herself, Beca's anxiety was sky rocketing.

"Chloe."

Beca almost stuttered, instantly regretting the panic to her tone. In that moment, it was as if they were transported to four years ago and back on Chloe's paved drive way as the redhead sobbed her way through a poorly constructed goodbye. The pain and bitterness that once echoed in her name during a drunken ramble was gone and replaced with hope and almost happiness because Chloe was finally standing before her.

Chloe was pulling at the coat now sitting on her shoulders as she turned to face the caller of her name; Beca noted how it was almost a guarded and hesitant action. Once Chloe's eyes were on hers, Beca but shrugged it off with a small smile and a nervous tap on the side of her thigh.

"Hey."

XXX

Thanks for prompting :)