10 (Nine Part Two)

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"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you Chlo. I knew I was going to at some point but I did t know when. I just didn't want you treating me different."

"Like how you do with me? Even though I'm blind."

"Exactly." Chloe reached forward until she found Beca's body and trailed her hand up and til her palm was against Beca's cheek. Chloe pulled herself in and kissed her lips passionately, letting her tongue side over Beca's bottom lip and then into her mouth.

However their kiss was cut short by a car horn beeping at them to go at the green light. Both of them giggled and Beca drove off using her satnav and a post code Chloe had given her.

Once there Chloe got out and headed to the door, making her way up the steps and into the house while Beca stayed in the car. She almost instantly heard shouting. A man's voice dominating Chloe's.

"Please, how do you know she isn't using you. How do you know you won't get raped and left somewhere with no way back. This isn't good Chloe and you know it."

Chloe's voice was muffled but her father's response was perfectly audible.

"You have got to be kidding me. No celebrity would ever want some spoiled brat who can't even see. You are definitely being tricked. There is no way you are going anywhere."

Beca couldn't take it any more. She strode up to the door and thrust it open, raging at the two older figures as she did so. She was in her regular crop top, jeans and leather jacket with dark makeup.

She took Chloe's hand and lead her back down the drive. "Wait you'll need cloths." The woman's voice came.

"Na, we're going shopping." Beca said simply. Getting into the car after Chloe and driving off.

***

A few hours later and Chloe had ceased crying. Beca had driven her to a near by shopping centre were they could buy Chloe a new wardrobe. 

"You realise you're probability gonna have to pick everything out for me right?" Chloe said as they walked through the doors to Primark.

"I'm not bothered. Just tell me what you like and what colours and soon enough you will have a whole new set for cloths. So, what do you wanna start with?" Chloe giggled and lent into her girlfriend more.

"Skirts." She said simply, and Beca led her over to the far corner where a variety or short fabric hung from hangers. "Are there any pleated in either really light colours or really dark ones?"

"Yeh, quite a few. One of everything?" Chloe shook her head.

"That's gonna be crazy expensive." She said, her smile dulling.

"Don't worry about money baby. I could find the money to buy the world if you asked for it." Chloe smiled as Beca pulled her into a long kiss, laughing slightly as they realised they were in public.

A couple more hours later and it was getting dark. The two girls headed to Beca's apartment and brought in all of Chloe's new things.

"Can you just help me around. I should find my way soon but if you can guide me around the rooms and warn me of where things are. That would be amazing."

Beca grabbed Chloe's hands and she started walker through the layout of the flat. She didn't feel like buying a bigger place once she began to get more recognition as she preferred the coziness of her first flat.

Once they had been through the whole place Beca led her to the kitchen and made some pancake, not bothering to have a proper meal.

***

Four months later and the press were all over Beca Mitchell's mystery girl. She had been out to the press since she first started and was almost an expert at fending off the haters. 

Her and Chloe were moving fast in their relationship. They had recently started talking about having kids with how many. The Chloe knew her girlfriend was scared but Beca had overcome that, becoming more exited about having a mini Beale running around the place. They had agreed that Chloe would carry the baby and a few baby names, but not when these children would become a reality.

"Chloe, would you want to come to the award show with me. Full red carpet and all that jazz. I don't want to go alone anymore and I want to show you off." Chloe smiled and nodded her head, kissing her girlfriend on the lips.

"I'd love to baby."

***

A few wees later and cameras were flashing through the windows on the limo. Chloe was shaking nervously but relaxed at the feel of Beca's hand in hers.

"It's okay baby, I'm right here." They smiled and shared a kiss before the limousine stopped and the door was opened for them. Beca got out first and held Chloe's had as she got out. The cameras went crazy and everyone was yelling and fighting to get a picture of the new OTP.

Once inside they sat down and waited patiently for everything to start.

A few hours later and most of the award had been given out; Beca leaned in to whisper in Chloe's ear. "Come with me." She lead her through the crowd that had formed, down to the front of the room. "Baby, this is Thomas, he'll help you in a minute, you can trust him okay?" Chloe nodded again, too nervous to speak.

Beca made her way onto the stage and too the microphone. "Excuse me everybody but I'll have to take the limelight for a moment and shine it on my beautiful girlfriend. I never thought I'd meet anyone like you Chloe, you have lightened up my world and become my reason for living. This is why I never want to loose you and be by your side forever." Chloe was now being led up the steps by Thomas until Beca grabbed her hand, tuning so they her facing each other, side onto the crowd.

Beca pulled out a small box, opening it and placing her hand so Chloe's fingers ran over the ring. "Chloe Beale, will you marry me." 

Tears started to fall from Chloe's eyes. Everyone waited in anticipation for her answer. For Beca it seemed like centuries but in reality it couldn't have been More that a couple of seconds. Chloe nodded. "Yes, oh my gosh, yes,Beca, a million times yes." 

Beca lifted Chloe off the ground and kissed her passionately, pulling away to place the ring on Chloe's finger. Everybody went crazy as the couple left the stage into the crowd of questions and cameras.


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