Bechloe Shots

Runaway

Chloe's POV

I look out the car window and saw that there's a lot of people. Cameras flashing everywhere, random people's conversations buzzing, and artists, celebs and models are on the red carpet heading into the building or doing interviews. The paparazzi are packed for this event, for my brother's event. I should've expected this, it's the grand opening of his new awaited sophisticated club, exclusively for celebrities.

Chris is really famous to this kind of things, it's his work, his passion, his way to give people some fun. And I, I'm just a fashion model who had a sudden fame breakthrough...and is forced to attend to this occasion. I'm likely known in Victoria's Secret, British and French fashion weeks, and promoting well known brands.

But it's not really what I want, it's not what I'm really into. Before I walked into fame, I always wanted to be a singer or an exotic dancer or even an actor, but Aubrey (Chris' girlfriend and my childhood bestfriend) talked me into it. Not that I'm complaining of what I have now, its just that I wish I could run things differently.

It's sort of my fault why we're late, right now. I didn't want to come here in the first place but Chris begged for it in an hour and a half at the house. I want to support Chris and be proud, which is I am, but I'm not feeling the attention, the interviews, the fans, the paparazzi, everything. It's not that I don't like being famous and everything, it has its perks, but sometimes its flaws are just too much. The annoying questions and irratating rumors, it's stressing.

"Chloe, you ready?" Chris calmly asked bringing me back from my thoughts.

I smiled at him, contemplating if I still want to agree with this.

Chris's may have notice my dilemma.

"No. Chloe, you promised me. Please don't back out." He whined and places his hands on my shoulder.

"I assure you that you are going to have fun in there. Do it for your little brother, pwease." He did his stupid but cute pouty face. I'm a year older than him.

I snorted and rolled my eyes.

He will never change.

"Okaay, just don't do that again, it doesn't fit you. Does Aubrey know about that." I giggled and stepped out the limo, meeting the flashes of cameras and voices of journalists asking questions.

"Speaking of which, she is waiting for us inside." Chris said, tailing behind me and doing the button of his suit.

"Okay, now smile." I grabbed his arm and faced the cameras.

After we posed for everyone, I leaned to Chris.

"I'm going inside and meet Aubrey, just catch up later, okay?" I whispered to his ear.

"Okay." He nodded and smiled.

He knows I'm not in the mood for interviews right now.

"Alright, see you there." I said and headed towards the door and did some photos in the process.

As I got through the steel double doors, there are already a lot of people inside, dancing, talking, drinking over the low music. Though Chris isn't here yet.

"Ms. Beale, you are requested upstairs by Ms. Posen." A waiter appeared and politely said as he gestured for my Burberry coat.

"Oh, okay. Thank you." I said and handed handed him my coat.

"Just follow me."

The waiter guided me towards the stairs, meeting some friends.

"Chloe, Oh my God! You look hot!" Stacie greeted and gave me a wobbly hug.

I met Stacie when I was still a newbie in Victoria's Secret and helped me out. She's a nice person...and secretly a genius.

"Hey, you too! You're already drunk, how long have you been here." I replied and the waiter gestures at the stairs, motioning where Aubrey is.

"Uh, I'm not sure. I'm with some friends." She gestured her glass and I nodded at both of her and the waiter then looked up, seeing Aubrey talking to some artists.

"Where are they? They shouldn't leave you like this." I joked to her and held her shoulders to keep her still.

She hiccuped. "After they left, I started drinking." She obnoxiously chuckled.

"Alcohol dulls my brain by five percent...by the way, where's your brother and Aubrey?"

"Okay, let's go find Aubrey." I suggested thinking its best to let an intoxicated girl sit.

She just giggled and I ushered her upstairs where Aubrey is, and is less crowded.

As we reached upstairs (with a help from a stranger), Aubrey notices us and immediately stood to help me with Stacie.

"Wow, she's already really drunk." Aubrey stated and took the place of the thoughtful stranger helping Stacie and thanked him.

"I know."

"C'mon, Stace. Bare with us." Aubrey said and we sat Stacie in the large couch with a table in front.

"Where's Chris? Is he still out there?" Aubrey asked as we settle ourselves on the couch and looking at Stacie making sure she won't pass out.

"Yeah, he'll be here." I answered and took a glass of champagne on the table.

"Guys, have you seen Fat Amy?" Stacie suddenly blurted out, obviously passing out.

"Who the hell is Fat Amy?" Aubrey asked and took a sip of his drink.

"Oh, I forgot! She's a friend I came here with, I may have lost her." She explained and stood up.

"Okay, we'll look for her later. Just...sit down." I tugged her back and sighed.

"She calls herself 'Fat Amy'?" Aubrey then asked helping me.

Stacie giggled in response.

"That's what I said to her!" She leaned her body on the couch and closed her eyes.

"'So twig bitches like you won't do it behind my back', Ha! That's what she said."

Aubrey and I just looked at each other and shrugged letting Stacie rest for a while.

A couple of minutes and a lot of laughing later, Chris suddenly sat beside Aubrey who's currently giggling.

"Hey, ladies." He greeted and kissed Aubrey.

"What took you so long, Chris?!" I asked.

"Sorry, I talked to some of my clients and to the DJ. It took longer than I thought." He answers and finishes a glass of rum in one gulp.

"Is Stacie alright?" He motioned to her.

"She just passed out." Aubrey explained.

"Good evening everyone, I hope you are enjoying your night here?!" The host interrupted us over the mic and got a rawring cheers in response from the crowd.

"Yeah, well let us thank the man of the hour and the one who created this paradise, Chris Beale!" The spotlight went to us and Chris stood up, waving down to the crowd and winked to the host.

"Oh, and he is with his girlfriend, Aubrey Posen and his sister, Chloe Beale." Aubrey stood up and waved as I just remained in my position and just waved.

Good thing Stacie wasn't seen.

"Okay, let's get this party continue its wildness and welcome our special guest and the one who's gonna live up this party, DJ B Mitchell!!"

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