Someone to stay

~ How To Get Away With A Murder ~

A/N
Here we are. I know that there are probably several points that are not very clear in the story, but don't worry. With the next chapters everything will be explained. I hope you enjoy it and find it interesting. Thank you for reading it. It means a lot to me. See you next chapter.
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Pov Beca

¦Flashback: more than 2 years ago¦

Shit, it's already 8:00 p.m. and I'm still in the studio. This fucking apprenticeship at the record company seems more of an exploitation than the rest. But at least it's paid for, and sometimes I can even enjoy doing what I like, of course when the boss is not there. He doesn't want interns to get close to expensive equipment. Like we're children, what an asshole. Anyway, I think it's time to go, surely Chloe has been back home for a long time now and she's waiting for me. I say goodbye to the building's doorman and start walking towards the subway. The apartment is in Brooklyn, the studio is in Manhattan, it will take a while to get there. In the meantime I can check the messages received during the day, many of them are from the Bellas chat group. I don't understand what they say almost all day, it seems as if we still live all together on campus. I don't mind to hear them, but I get my phone packed for all the notifications I receive. There are also some messages from Chloe, and just thinking about, it gives me a smile on my face. If you look at me, you'll think I have a mental problem since I'm smiling like an idiot in front of the iPhone screen, but that's the Beale effect. I can't help it.

Chloe ❤️ 6 pm
Becs, I just got home. Thought I'd find you here already, everything okay at work? xx

Chloe ❤️ 7.35 pm
Babe, what time are you coming back? Dinner's almost ready.

I still can't believe it, but yes, Chloe and I are together. About 4 months, more or less. Dates are not my forte. It was the last month of college, we were about to graduate and I realized I had no more time. I had to tell her how I felt or I would regret it for the rest of my life. So I took courage and one evening we found ourselves on her bed talking and well... immediately afterwards kissing. It was at the exact moment she kissed me, that I realized that I had been a total idiot for not coming forward before.  She was returning my feelings, and I don't think I have ever felt such uncontrollable happiness. It was a dream, well it still is. Because the person I'm coming back to after a day's work is her, and honestly I couldn't ask for better. I'm totally in love with that girl, I really like her, and I love her. Really do. Even though I'm so stupid that I haven't told her yet. It took me a year to declare myself, 4 months to release the L-bomb are practically nothing. But I know I can't wait, there were times when I really wanted to tell her, and I feel that she too would have liked to, but a part of me is still so insecure and so vulnerable as to hold me back from saying those three famous words.

Surely Chloe will have understood this, and that's why she didn't get out of balance, maybe not to make me feel uncomfortable. I think she loves me too, don't she? Why else would we have rented a house together? Okay, there's also Amy, but only to be able to amortize the expenses. It's as if she wasn't there. So if it was just a passing thing for her, a college experience, we probably wouldn't be here, right? Beca, you're making too many mental films.  You have to tell her tonight. Bloody hell. What if things change? If, after telling her, she pulls out? No, no, no, Beca. What the fuck do you think. The relationship is healthy, and it's been great so far. After you tell her, she'll be even more so. It's like putting the icing on the cake. Everything will be fine. Yes, fine.

Me 8.10 p.m.
I'm coming. 10 min and I'm home. xx

I can already feel my stomach twisting around because of my anxiety. It's important and I haven't even thought about what to give her as a gift. They usually show in movies that they bring flowers and chocolates, but at the moment I don't have them.  Maybe I could buy her a rose from the florist who's sitting next to the subway exit. Yes, that's what I'll do. Maybe even more than a rose. What if she doesn't like it? Chloe doesn't strike me as the rose type. It's more delicate, like cherry blossoms or lilies. But where am I going to find the cherry blossoms these days? I'm screwed.