Who Run the World? Girls.

14 - Meant to Be

Jesse retrieved another beer from the fridge, knowing that he was losing his soberness very quickly at the rate he was chugging them down. But he didn't care, it made him feel better about everything that was playing on his mind.
He was still staying in the hotel his parents were paying for, but he had promised them he would begin searching for an apartment of his own. It was taking him a while to gather up the money. But whether he'd need to invest in a double bed, he wasn't so sure anymore.
It did his head in that Beca couldn't trust him living miles away from her. It was easier just to not think about it, so that's what he tried to do, but with no success.
He glanced at his phone, which read "94 messages" and raised an eyebrow. It was the same number as that morning. She'd stopped sending them after four days. Maybe she'd given up on him. He wouldn't have been surprised.
He gave a sarcastic laugh, before switching on the TV and throwing down the remote next to his phone. He kicked his feet up and watched Star Wars, barely taking in what was happening in the film. He felt so bitter about Beca that he'd lost the ability to care.
Jesse felt his eyelids becoming heavier and he began to slip into a light sleep.
"Luke, I am your father," the voice of Darth Vader droned from the screen.
Jesse's eyes snapped open, and he suddenly found himself flashing back to the day Beca had told him that she didn't like movies and he'd scoffed at her in disbelief. But he had already been so in love with her at that point, that even her dislike of movies wasn't enough to throw him off.
He remembered how he felt back then. The way a surge of happiness would travel through his bloodstream every time he laid eyes on her. How his heart thumped a hundred times faster in her presence. She hadn't even known it then, and yet they'd been together for so long. What were they doing now, though? Possibly splitting up over comment she made? Even Overreacting way too much?
Jesse thought about it until tears welled up in his eyes. Why was he being so harsh? He should have been able to forgive quicker. He loved her so much so why did he feel such a deep hatred towards her?
He grabbed his phone so quickly that it slipped out of his hand and rattled onto the wooden floor.
"Shit," he muttered as he heard the sound of the impact. He picked it up and observed the screen, which now had a large crack spread through it. He tapped at it, tried the on button in several ways and then took the battery out and put it back in again. None of these things worked, and he had to face the fact that his phone was dead.
"Oh, man," Jesse said, running a hand through his hair.
He spotted the phone sitting on his bedside table, but soon realised that he didn't know Beca's number off by heart.
He checked his watch. Would there be a phone shop open at seven in the evening? He hoped so, because he pocketed his broken phone, shrugged into his jacket and ran for the door. He had to get a phone immediately because he wouldn't let his relationship fail. Not while the girl he loved was still breathing.
Jesse swung the door open and hurried out without seeing the small woman standing in front of him. He collided with her as he sprinted out, and they both fell to the floor. Jesse thought he'd seen what he wanted to see at that moment, but he wouldn't quite believe it until he saw her face.
As he pushed himself up, he glanced over at the brunette who was brushing herself off after the fall.
"Beca?" Jesse asked in disbelief.
She turned to look at him, her mouth a completely straight line showing no emotion. However, her eyes were telling him everything. There was relief there and a lot of it. But there were also hints of sadness, shock and anger there too.
"Jesse," she said. There was a pause for a second. "Going somewhere?"
He stared at her, before removing his phone from his pocket. He showed her the cracked screen. "I was just..."
He pointed at it, but he was too dumbfounded to say anything else.
"So you didn't get my messages?" She looked so hopeful, but Jesse couldn't lie to her. It wouldn't be fair.
"No, I did," he said quietly and full of guilt.
Beca swallowed. "Well, I guess you should go and fix your phone then," she said, before turning on her heel and descending the stairs.
Jesse ran after her. "Wait. I was getting a new phone so I could call you." He knew it sounded stupid. "I was an idiot, Bec. I've come to realise that you mean so much to me that your comment shouldn't change the way I feel about you."
Beca stopped but didn't turn. "You heard what I said. That's not forgivable," she whispered.
"In any other relationship, probably. Look at me," he demanded, placing a hand on each of her shoulders and twisting her around.
"I love you. And I forgive you. You make mistakes. I make mistakes. But our relationship wouldn't mean anything if we split up every time something bad happened," he explained.
Beca looked at him, thinking.
He carried on. "If you love someone, you don't walk away. You stick with them, no matter what they have done." He held out his hand towards her for her to take, hoping he was saying the right things for her to come back to him.
Beca shook her head and whirled around again.
Jesse immediately knew what she was thinking. "Your parents didn't work, okay. I get that. But we can, Beca! Look at you. You obviously flew all the way here for a reason. And I was running to a phone shop just so I could call you to tell you I love you so fucking much. Don't you think that means anything?"
Beca turned around again, this time very slowly.
"You want to know my reason for coming here?" she asked softly, looking straight into the brown eyes of her boyfriend.
Jesse stared back, awaiting her reply, but no words were said.
Instead, Beca leaned up into him and gently pressed her lips against his.
It was something he didn't realise he needed so bad. He put a hand through Beca's beautiful hair like he usually did when he kissed her. Beca pushed him against the wall, her kissing becoming more vigourous, but Jesse pushed her away and dragged her back into his hotel room where they resumed the action.
He felt complete again for the first time in days and he wanted that night to last forever. He came to realise, that life without Beca Mitchell, was a life was not worth living.

A/N
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