This one is Chloe's POV. Based on Leave Your Lover by Sam Smith.

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There is this annoying knocking by the door. The hotel room door. And it pulls me out of my slumber. I reach my phone, opening one eye to check what time it is. Two in the morning.

The knocking doesn't stop. I groan but I get up nevertheless to open it. Only in my short and shirt.

I'm stunned to see that it's you on the other side. A sobbing you.

"Chlo..." You cry out.

And I pull you in immediately. I lay you on the bed before I myself lay next to you. You clutch your hands on my shirt and rest your forehead on my chest. Curling and clinging close to me. Shaking, sobbing, and choking in tears.

I do nothing but rubbing you on your back and kissing the top of your head. Trying to soothe you without any word to say.

Don't get me wrong, Becs. I want it so badly to know why you are crying. Or just to tell you that I got you. But I can find out later. And you already know that I got you. Because I always have.

Anything else can wait until later. After you stop crying. After you are ready to tell me.

So I let you cry. You cry for a long while. And honestly, this is the first time you ever cry this hard. Even with me. I've never seen you like this before.

I simply sigh and tighten my arms around you. I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel soothed. I want you to feel loved.

Because I don't have much to give Becs. To you especially. Not money, not gold either. And I don't care. I know you need someone to hold you. So here I am. Holding you. Loving you. Just like I've always been in the past four years.

Since you came into my life, I felt like I've lost my direction. But the more I think about it, the more I know how wrong I was. Because actually, I've found my new direction.

You.

And I just follow, rolling down this road you're taking.

With you.

For you.

And I've been waiting. At the sidelines. Just for a slight wishful thinking that one day you'll bring me in. From the cold. Into your warm embrace.

"It's not a wishful thinking, Chloe." Aubrey said to me a year ago. She was in town for me. It was after I failed my Russian Lit for the third time.

For The Bellas, I keep saying.

For you, is the truth.

And you? You were going out on a date that night. With him.

I knew Aubrey was staring at me when I saw you from behind. Greeting him by the door, calling out his name, and giving him a chaste kiss.

It hurt. For me. Certainly.

And because she was my best friend –still is, she knew that I'd be waiting for you to come home that night. Yeah. Because you'd go to the date, hoping to have a good time, but you almost always came back home in upset.

I knew it.

So I would wait for you. Even when sometimes, rarely, you didn't come home at all. But I kept on waiting. Just so I could be there for you if the date went south.

And you'd never know. I know Becs. You'd never know the endless night, or the rhyming of the rain when I waited for you. But I didn't care –still don't. I'd wait anyway. Because that's just the way I love you. I wanted to be there for you. Still do.

"It's a wistful thinking, Chloe. Not wishful." Aubrey added when I didn't respond to her warning. "You're ruining your life for something that you can't have."

I remember how painful the stab from the words felt in my chest. But I put on a smile and said, "I know Bree. But I love her."

She knew how stubborn I could be for the things I love the most. So she simply sighed and shook her head.

So here I am Becs. I'm here with you. For you. To keep you safe. To keep you loved. And I've been here for four years now.

But tomorrow... Tomorrow we'll be going on our separate ways. Tomorrow you'll go to L.A. and I'll go to New York. I will be across the country from you.

I sigh. And you are still crying. So I let you cry while my mind wander, get lost, thinking about you. About me. About us.

Believe me Becs. I want nothing but to pack up and just leave everything. For you. To be with you. But I won't. Not this time. Not when you can't see what I can bring. To you. For you.

I've done my parts Becs. For four years. I have.

Asking you to join The Bella.

Waiting for you to come to the audition.

Making you come back after semi.

Staying for another three years.

Failing Russian Lit exams that I can do in my sleep for three times.

Being your shadow as co-captain for three years in a row.

Basically, jeopardizing my future just to stay with you.

I'm not saying that it's your fault. No. I made those decisions with full conscience of the consequences. I know what I'm doing Becs. I know myself. And I know you love me too. So I've been waiting for you to come around. Still waiting. At least until tomorrow.

The time has come, and I'm on my last straw. Not because I stop loving you. I still do. But I just can't put my life on hold for you anymore. Especially since you are going to spread your wings out in the world too.

I admit, honestly, I can't keep my heart out at bay. I can't be too far from you. And I will give you all of me, Becs. Believe me. I will. And I want to.

But you're not ready. And I don't know when you will be ready. Heck. I don't even know if you'll ever be ready. So I hope this separation, you going to L.A. and me going to New York, it will put me out of my misery. Set my midnight sorrow free.

Now your tears are subsiding. You're still sniffling softly though. So I kiss the top of your head again. And you lean in closer into the crook of my neck. I can feel your warm breath on my skin. But still, I say nothing. We say nothing.

And my mind trail its way back to last night. The night when we won The World championship. We sat by the hotel bar, raising our glass and getting drunk with our sisters.

By the end of the night, we were so wasted. And I remember how one by one, each of us started to say and feel that we're growing old. Talking about soon enough we'll have to carry the weight of the world on our own. Because we're adults now.

For me? I've been carrying the weight of the world for a while now. The weight of being in love with you and all of the consequences that follow. Though I know you love me too, I'm not so sure if you know how I feel. And I think you don't. Ever.

Because I've been keeping it to myself. Other than Aubrey that found out of her own, I never told anybody else. I never plan to tell you anyway. You'd be torn and hurt. And I want to spare you the raising storms.

And it's okay. Starting from tomorrow, it will be okay. I hope.

We'll be away from each other. I won't have to feel the hurt of loving you from up close. And it means I can start learning to move on with my life. Without you. Without hurting you.

And again, it's okay. I think.

Even if I can't have you and have to walk this life alone. It's going to be okay Becs. Hopefully. I'll just let the river flow and see where life takes me to wherever I will be. Without you.

I was so busy conversing in my head that I just noticed how you have fallen asleep. In my arms. Again. This isn't something new. We've been sleeping on the same bed for so many times that I lost counts.

I pull away to look at your sleeping face. Your innocent sleeping face. It's only when you're asleep that all the crinkle on your forehead gone, and the smirk or the scowl turn into a light smile.

And I'm so sorry. Maybe it's because we're leaving. Maybe it's because this is going to be the last night we're together. Maybe I want to let you know, even only in your subconscious. I just couldn't help myself to kiss your forehead and whisper, "I love you Becs. If only you can leave him... For me."

"I did." I hear you mumble.

And I am stunned.

Shit! What have I done?!

I am still in shock when you open your eyes, staring at me and say, "I did, Chlo. I left him. For you."

For as long as I have lived, I've never been left speechless. Not even with Aubrey's pukegate. Until now. I can see that you are holding a laughter. Maybe my face is so ridiculous in my shocking phase.

I can see you, flicking your eyes up and down between my eyes and lips. But I can't say anything. I can't do anything. I'm frozen up.

"May I?" You ask softly with your eyes on my lips.

I blink. The only thing I can do is blinking. Painstakingly slowly. One time. Another one. Then the third time. It took me three slow blinking to finally give you a light nod. I'm not even sure if you notice it.

But it seems like you do. Because you are inching closer. Your eyes are on mine. And your hand find its way to the back of my neck. But still, I lay there like a rock. Unresponsive.

Then your lips are on mine. My brain becomes silent. And my senses take over. And suddenly I can feel my heartbeat again. I can breathe again. I close my eyes and kiss you back. Slowly. Gently.

And my hand? It just automatically finds its way to your back. To pull you closer.

We kiss.

We. Kiss.

You and I. Kissing.

For God knows how long.

And I don't want to stop. God knows that too. But we need some air. No. Not us. Our lungs and organs need some oxygen. So you pull away. Only a little bit before you rest your forehead on mine.

Then we just breathe together. Savoring the feeling that the kiss have left. It's the most peaceful and content silent I've ever experience. Even with you. We just stare at each other, getting lost in each other's eyes. Unaware of a soft smile that has appear on our own faces.

"I left him Chlo." Eventually you speak. "For you."

It takes me a while until I respond, "For me? You mean... for us?"

You chuckle and say, "There will be us. If you want to."

Oh God also knows how badly I've wanted that. But we're going on our own way. And it isn't something that we can change in one night.

"What about New York and L.A.?" I finally ask. I know it will become a major determinant in our decision-making. In our... relationship. Wait a second. I'm not even sure if we are in one.

"There will be no L.A." You reply nonchalantly. As if it isn't a big deal. "Only New York."

"But your dream." I say instantly.

"I already have my dream." You say again. Still as nonchalant. "Here. In my arms."

And I couldn't help the heat flushing up from my neck to my face. Making it as read as my hair. I think.

"I mean your job Becs." I mutter softly.

"I already got another offer in NY. I just haven't told anybody yet." You say again. This time with a smug smirk on your face.

"But it has always been L.A. for you." I say stubbornly, even though my head is telling me to stop talking because you want to be with me.

You shrug. I know you're just trying to look nonchalant this time. And you are failing. So I wait. I just stare at you, waiting for the honest answer. And I think I have literally melted when you shyly say, "It has always been you for me."

And I smile as a relieved sigh escape between my lips. Then you caress my cheek. And I have to close my eyes because it feels so warm in my chest.

"You've been waiting for four years." I hear you mutter.

My eyes shot open and I blurt out, "You knew?"

It must have been funny to you because you scoff, rolling your eyes before you say, "Of course I do. You're not exactly subtle you know."

And I chuckle upon hearing your answer, looking into your steely blue eyes and ask, "Are you sure?"

"More than anything." You reply without hesitation. "I love you Chlo."

A huge grin split over my face. And I have to bite my bottom lip to prevent it from literally tearing my face apart. The feeling... this warm feeling in my chest, the fluttering in my stomach, they are all unbearable.

Four years. It has been four year. Four years of waiting. Four years of hoping. Four years of wishing. Four years of pinning. Four years of crying. Until I finally hear those words coming out from your lips for me. Me.

Then I take a deep breath and say, "I thought you'd never say that to me."

You shrug again. Acting as if it isn't a big deal for you. But I can see fondness in your eyes, Becs. Covered with a bit of nervous look. But still, I can feel the tenderness shining from your eyes. And apparently in your voice too when you add, "Yeah. I'm that dumb for making you wait for so long. For making us waiting all these time. But uhm... Not anymore. Like I said. I has always been you."

I smile with tears in my eyes and reply, "I love you too Becs."

Then a smile, a warm smile appear on your face as you lean closer and kiss me again.