It Started With Pub Golf - Chip

Chapter 12: drama

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--Ella's Pov--

Chips coming back today from his trip to America tomorrow. I've been watching his videos but other than that I haven't seen him since the club, "Are you sure you don't want to go to Talias tonight?" Kelsey asks as she slips her sneakers on.

I'm perfectly set up in my bedroom. I have my candle lit, my tv on the perfect volume for my show, and my laptop in front of me to edit the video. I probably won't get much done but it's a good excuse, "I'm fine. I need a break from the party life. Also, I'm drama and everyone deserves a drama-free night," I tell her.

"Fine. Text me if you change your mind," she says closing the door behind her. I open up the software for our video and start getting the intro ready.

I don't even realize how much time has passed until my phone buzzes. I get a video from Kelsey with Chris. He's drunk and saying he misses me. I send back a picture of me smiling with the caption, wish I was there. I freeze when there's a knock at the door. I quickly check my notifications to see if I'm expecting a package. There's nothing. I slowly get up from the bed and rush to the door.

"Chip?" I breathlessly say as I take him in. He's standing with his luggage and his hair sloppily sticking out of his hoodie, "Are you alright?" I ask wanting to reach forward and touch him.

"I wanted...I needed to see you," he says as I stay planted in the middle of the doorway, "I couldn't stop thinking about everything while I was in the States," he whispers making my heart hurt. I don't want to but I move out of the way to let him into the apartment, "It's still decorated," he says to himself as he looks around. It's almost the end of January now. I've always hated the idea of taking decorations down too early. What's wrong with a little extra festivities?

"Why are you here?" I ask subconsciously covering myself. My arms are covered in goosebumps as the cold air rushes through the apartment, "I'm in the middle of editing a video," I tell him walking towards my bedroom.

He drops his bags on the floor and follows me inside, "We can't do this. Not you. Not us," he says motioning between us. I turn around confused why he's so adamant about working things out. I can't tell if he's going to break out into a Disney song or what.

"You kissed me," I tell him.

"You kissed me first," he replies making me groan.

"You're impossible," I mutter as I pace the room, "You run away and then come to the club with Cassidy. Then YOU kissed me outside like nothing happened," I yell getting frustrated by his audacity. He's the one that's made it an even bigger mess and comes crawling back.

He runs a tired hand through his hair making the hoodie fall, "I just...what are...I...I need you to understand," he whispers walking closer to me. I drop my head to our feet as he lets out a deep breath, "You are the only thing in my life that's ever made sense. I don't want to lose that," he says making me look up.

"What does that mean?" I ask wanting to break down and cry. His tongue juts out wetting his lips making me look at them. He leans down pressing them against mine making my legs feel heavier than normal. I grab onto his arm as his hand snakes around my waist pulling me flush against him. His lips move slowly like he's afraid I'll disappear. My hand runs along his jaw making him pull away.

"I should get going. I can't do this it's not fair to Cassidy," he whispers as his forehead brushes against mine. Our lips are centimeters apart. He pulls away making my heart hurt at the thought of him regretting it, "Everything about you is so confusing," he tells me brushing hair out of my eyes.

"You should stay," I tell him before laughing, "Like old times," I clarify.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he says making my heart beat slow down.

"We still have to talk about this," I tell him as he nods his head picking his bags up again. He starts walking to the door and I wish he would stay. Even if all we did was watch a movie. Being around him is what I need. I stand in the doorway of my bedroom watching him walk toward the door. He looks back once before shutting the door behind him. I hate that he left but I know it was right that he did.