"Love You Goodbye"

"To Jesse and Beca-" Benji raised his champagne glass to the crowd in front of him. His smile was bright, pleased that he'd managed to make it through one of his 'Best Man' speeches. "-or as I like to call them, Jeca!" At the mention of the couple's name, laughter came from the mouths of the various wedding guests in attendance. The couple in question were standing to Benji's left, Jesse had his arm around Beca's waist as he planted a quick kiss to her cheek. Beca feigned being grossed out as everyone laughed at the antics going on.

Everyone raised their glasses, even the redhead in attendance. The redhead who was the 'Maid of Honor'; who was the Bride's best friend. The redhead, who for the past year, had been the Bride's dirty little secret. Chloe had lost count of their encounters, becoming so frequent it was a basically a nightly occurrence. What had started as a drunken make-out session one night in game of 'Spin the Bottle' had transitioned into the pair sneaking around Barden as 'friends with benefits'. Secret touches, discrete looks…the pair had become pros at the game they were playing. Except for Chloe, is wasn't a game anymore. It stopped being a game when she realized that she was feeling more towards the brunette than a best friend should. That feelings began to affect her judgement.

It was the night before Beca and Jesse's wedding. The Rehearsal Dinner. Both of their families, along with various a Capella friends, Bella's and Trebles included, surrounded them in the ballroom of one of the best hotels in Phoenix, Arizona. Jesse had decided Phoenix would be a fun city to get married in. "A destination wedding!" He had explained to a reluctant Beca. He managed to persuade her though, agreeing that it was less travel for their families; Jesse's from Washington and Beca's from Oregon.

Chloe raised her glass high in the air as she locked eyes with the brunette on stage. Beca smirked towards her briefly before taking a sip of her own drink. Bringing the rim to her lips, Chloe squeezed her eyes shut as she downed it in one go.

"Easy there ginger, we all know what happens when you have too much Giggle Juice." Fat Amy teased from her side. Amy patted her on the back as Chloe sighed and set her glass down. The Bridesmaid table was placed directly in front of the stage where Jesse and Beca sat by themselves at a separate table. All of the Bella's took up the table, Aubrey included, as the Trebles took up the second table in front of the stage.

"I still can't believe that Beca is getting married." Chloe looked up at Stacie's voice as the girl rolled her eyes and took another drink.

"Tell me about it…" Chloe mumbled under her breath, resting her chin on her hand.

"I mean, like good for them…but Beca just doesn't seem…I don't know, it's like she's settling." It took everything in Chloe to not voice her opinion. Instead, she looked up at the Bride in question. Jesse was whispering something in Beca's ear, he must have thought it was hilarious because when he pulled away he had that stupid look on his face. The one where his mouth is open, hands are out and he's waiting for Beca to laugh, waiting for Beca's approval. He looked like a fucking puppy.

"I'll be right back." Chloe had had enough and needed a breath of fresh air. She scooted her chair back quickly and turned, maneuvering between the various chairs of people she didn't recognize. A few 'sorry's' and 'excuse me's' and Chloe was at the door that allowed entrance to ballroom. She brushed a few strands of hair that had fallen in her haste to get out of the room out of her eyes. As she stepped towards the door, two waiters who were working the party opened the door for her.

"Miss." One said as he extended his arm while opening the door. He was wearing a white button shirt with a black bow-tie, his hair perfectly styled for the event.

"Thank you." Chloe smiled appreciatively as she made her way out and towards the direction of the closest women's room. Pushing through the door, Chloe's heels clicked on marble flooring, echoing loudly.

Chloe rested her hands against the counter as she took slow deep breaths. This was too much, she should never have agreed to be Beca's 'Maid of Honor'. It was too complicated a situation. It was too wrong of a situation. Oh hey! Just me, Chloe Beale, the Maid of Honor, fucking the Bride behind the Groom's back.

Chloe laughed bitterly at the thought as she heard the door open and a second set of heels approaching her.

"What're you doing in here Chlo?" Chloe smiled at the voice, of course she'd check on her.

"Just catching a breather. It's a bit stuffy in there." Chloe lied as she turned on the water in an attempt to make herself look busy.

"Cut the bullshit. I've known you you're whole life, I can tell when you're lying." Chloe turned sharply at Aubrey's tone. There, the blonde stood with her hands on her hips, head cocked to the side watching her best friend with a dangerous glare. Chloe primped herself in the mirror as she re-applied her lipstick. She took a step back as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Chloe wore tight fitting black and floral dress pants, a nice sleeveless black top and finished the look with a light leather jacket. She accessorized with black heels and a black clutch, her hair left loosely curled, cascading down her shoulders.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself Chloe." Aubrey spoke again as she approached the redhead. Chloe sighed, fighting the already losing battle in her mind. She knew Aubrey was right. She knew that she should have put a stop to her and Beca's 'activities' way before now.

"I know." Chloe whispered softly, almost trying to convince herself. "I know."

"You don't deserve to keep going through this. Chloe, Beca is getting married tomorrow! She's can't keep pushing and pulling you around when she needs you! She needs to decide what she wants!" Aubrey exclaimed. Her Posen temper starting to flare.

Chloe nodded slowly. "I love her though Bree. I'd do anything; be anything for her." She bit her lip as she could feel herself starting to get worked up. Aubrey didn't say anything else, instead she walked over to her best friend and wrapped her arms around her tightly.

"I know you would." Aubrey whispered into Chloe's hair as the redhead clung tightly to her. Aubrey ran her hands across Chloe's back in an effort to calm her down some. Chloe sniffed as she pulled back from Aubrey to grab a tissue and swipe at her eyes, trying to prevent her mascara from running.

"I'll talk to her." Chloe decided as she breathed out steadily.

"Good." Aubrey's smile was forced, not quite reaching her eyes. Chloe smiled sadly as she fixed her make-up one last time before turning to Aubrey.

"Let's get back out there."

xxx

I pulled at the sleeves of my leather jacket as I stood outside Beca's hotel door frozen in place, staring at the golden number 4017 on the door. It was just past 11:00 at night and I'd been standing here for around two minutes, delaying the inevitable. It'd be impossible to know if after this talk with Beca if we could still be friends…I doubted it. I was in too deep, let my feelings linger and linger until now, until now it felt that there was only one option: to tell Beca. I had texted her asking if I could come and see her, that I needed to talk about something.

How could I have so stupid, so naïve to think that anything could possibly come from being friends with benefits? The hopeless romantic inside me had thrived on the idea that maybe this would push Beca. Push her into finally seeing all of the hints I'd been dropping since I invaded her shower all those years ago. I brought my knuckles up as I raked them softly across the wood of the door. Three soft knocks and now there was no longer turning back, no more hiding, no more lying. No more-

Beca opened the door as I was met with her smile and found myself smiling in return.

"Chlo, hey come in." She stepped aside, holding the door for me as I walked in front of her and into her master suite. Her room was messy, evident that she'd been staying here for about a week now. Various items of clothing strewn across the floor, the sheets on the bed were torn apart, water bottles and Red Bulls surrounded the desk where her laptop sat with numerous cords plugged into it. It was exactly like how her room at been at school, minus the music posters and records that lined the walls.

I heard the door click shut as I could feel Beca walking up behind me, her presence putting me on edge. I crossed my arms nervously in front of my chest as I closed my eyes, trying to find the words to say. Beca was right behind me as she reached out and gathered my hair, setting it to the left side of my neck. I caught my breath as I felt her hands go to my waist, her fingertips ghosting the edge of where my tank stopped and my skin was. She leaned into me, her breath on my neck as she whispered into my ear.

"You seem so tense, do you need a back rub?" I could practically hear her smirking against my skin as she placed a soft kiss to my now exposed shoulder. The words I had told her a year ago at the retreat were being echoed back to me now, a whole other meaning behind them. This side of Beca was one that I had discovered early into our 'escapades'. This side of Beca was one that I only I saw, one that only I had the privilege of being on the receiving end of. When it came to sex, Beca was surprising confident in herself and her ability to make you melt into a puddle of mush, no longer the shy, awkward, anti-social girl who I'd met almost five years ago. It was as if she flaunted it; she knew just how to get under my skin. She'd learned what had made me tick and knew exactly how to use it to her advantage when she needed to.

"Beca." I mumbled out, feeling her grip on my waist tighten. She placed another kiss, this time on my neck and lingered there briefly, her breaths giving me goosebumps against my exposed skin.

"I never got to tell you how beautiful you looked tonight." Beca mumbled against my skin. I felt her gently nudge me to turn and face her. As I turned, I noticed how peaceful she looked, her eyes still closed and her hands still holding me pressed against her.

"You look amazing Chloe." She opened her eyes as I released a breath I didn't realize that I had been holding in. I looked into her cobalt colored eyes, seeing nothing but honesty in them and that's what put me on edge. She smiled softly as she cupped my face, her thumb softly caressing my cheekbone. I couldn't help but lean into her touch, it was second nature by now.

I felt her lips press against mine, softly at first, testing out the waters. I inhaled through my nose as I felt myself getting lost in this moment. At this instant, everything was exactly how it should be. We were here, whispering sweet nothings to each other, just us, and Beca was mine. It was the last thought combined with Beca's lips asking for more that my eyes shot open and reality came back into my line of sight.

"And now I can finally have you. This whole evening I haven't been able to think straight because of how you look Chloe. You've been running through my mind all night, it's been killing me." Beca's lips had barely met mine again when I pulled away from her. She opened her eyes and looked at me, hurt. Her eyes searched between mine and I couldn't help but look away. There was no way I was going to be able to look her in the eye and not start crying.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The concern in her voice was there instantly, her hands going to rub up and down my biceps. "Chloe?"

"I can't keep doing this Beca." I ripped the Band-Aid off as I pulled away from her, trying to put some distance between us. I turned around walking towards the sliding glass doors that lead to the balcony overlooking Phoenix, the city's skyline lighting up the desert night. I brought my fingers to my temples and closed my eyes.

"Doing what?" Beca challenged, her voice cutting through the tension.

"Whatever this is! Being your dirty little secret, going behind everyone's back! I can't Beca!" I spun on her and my sudden outburst caused her to visibly flinch back away from me. Beca's mouth open and closed, trying to form words as she laughed bitterly towards me.

"A dirty little secret? Really?" She rolled her eyes as me as her walls were starting to come up.

"That's how it feels Beca!" I couldn't help but raise my voice at her. "Are you so embarrassed by the thought of being with me that you have to sneak around, behind your fiancé's back!?" I balled my fists at my side as I couldn't hold back anymore. Beca scoffed at the word fiancé as raised my eyebrows at her.

"Do you even love Jesse, Beca?" I asked her, seeing the arrogance resolve almost immediately. She looked at me briefly before turning to pick up some of her clothes off the floor, trying to busy herself.

"I'm marrying him tomorrow." Beca answered as she tossed her shirts over to her suitcase. She caught sight of the large white zipped bag, the one that held her wedding dress and it stopped her dead in her tracks.

"That's not what I asked." I put my hands on my hips as she looked at me once again and I was met with a stand-offish attitude. "What happened to you Beca?" I asked her honestly.

Her eyebrows came together in confusion as she looked at me and crossed her arms, mimicking my stance. She shifted her weight to her left foot as her jaw remained locked. She scoffed at me, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"This isn't you Beca. None of it." I dropped my arms down, trying to diffuse the situation as I sighed in defeat. I combed my hand through my hair, dropping down to sit on the edge of her bed.

"This isn't the Beca Mitchell I fell in love with." I spoke slowly, finally admitting what I had been trying to hide from myself. What I had been so scared of admitting, so scared of feeling. I was in love with Beca Mitchell.

"You- you love me?" Beca squeaked out as her eyes grew two times their normal size at my revelation. Her jaw was slacken, her shocked expression making me feel even more vulnerable than I already did. I sniffed softly, feeling the tears pooling in my eyes. I nodded silently as the tears began to make tracks down my cheeks.

"I've always loved you Beca. Always. Nothing has or will ever change that…but this…isn't you." I stood up and made my way over to her wedding dress. "This? What the hell happened to the Beca that was totally against the thought of being tied down to anyone? That "marriage is just a piece of paper?" What happened to the Beca that was unpredictable? To the badass that always kept me on my toes but at the same time took my breath away? I want that Beca back! Not this carbon copy that Jesse thinks he can change into whoever he wants!"

I pleaded with her as I was openly crying at this point, but I didn't care. I couldn't hold this back anymore, couldn't put a lid on it like I had been doing for years now. All of this was kept to myself to try and keep peace between Beca, Jesse, and myself; to make Beca happy, to keep our friendship drama free.

Beca remained silent as she paced in a slow circle, my words were resonating in her mind. I watched her blow a breath out as she laughed to herself, shaking her head. I watched as Beca went from being the confident woman that she had grown into, shrink to the timid freshman girl that I had met five years ago during auditions.

"It's too late Chloe." Her words stabbed me right in the chest. She sat herself down on the edge of the bed, right where I had been moments before. She played with the engagement ring that sat on her ring finger, twirling it subconsciously. "I'm getting married tomorrow." Beca spoke the words as if she was realizing it for the first time herself. She shook her head again, almost as if she was trying to convince herself of the fact. "Chloe, you don't-"

"It should have been us Beca!"

She jumped at my outburst as I threw my arms out to the side. "All of this! The cliché first date at the carnival, the kiss on the doorstep! We both know it should've been us!"

"You don't think I know that?!" Beca was up off the bed and in two quick strides she was right in front of my face. Her eyes leveled with mine, challenging me…daring me to keep going. "I know I fucked up Chloe! I fucking know okay?! Is that what you want to hear?!" She was screaming at me now as I took a step back to try and put distance between us. I stumbled back into the desk that sat against the wall, my hands coming to the edge to catch myself. I'd never seen Beca so angry before, she'd never gotten in my face like how she was now. She'd never even reacted this was way when Aubrey was down her throat about the set list and how the Bella's were run.

"Then why keep stringing me along Beca?! Was I just a game to you? Is that what this was?!"

"You know that's not true! You were never just a fuck to me Chloe. Never. You are so much more than that!"

"Do I? Because I feel like I don't even know you anymore Beca!" I pushed past her, my shoulder knocking into hers as I walked towards the door. I knew I was being cold towards her, but for my sake I had to be. I had to be because I knew that if she looked at me with those deep blue eyes I'd forget that the very reason I was here: to put an end to this.

"I said yes because it was easier!" I froze in my place as her words echoed across the four walls of the room. "I said yes to Jesse, because it was easier than admitting that I was in love with my best friend. That I was in love with you Chloe." I could hear her labored breathing from her outburst and a curse left her lips under her breath.

"I didn't say anything because I couldn't risk losing my best friend. I couldn't be that selfish to want more and to ruin any chance we had a being friends if you rejected me." This admission much softer, more vulnerable than before. Silence fell over us, just the sound of our breathing could be heard, along with a few sniffles and I couldn't tell if they were from me or Beca at the point.

"You should have told me." I whispered back to her. Beca looked up at me through her tear filled eyes, her anger from earlier long gone, replaced with a sense of defeat.

"I should have done a lot of things…and now I'm staring at the mess I've made of everything." Beca's voice cracked as she began to openly sob in front of me. Part of me wanted so badly to run over and take Beca into my arms, try and take some of the pain away…but I couldn't. I couldn't keep crawling back to her, especially after tonight.

"I shouldn't have come here…I'll be there for you tomorrow, but after that…I'm done Beca. I can't keep holding onto this thread of hope. To this dream that one day you're going to choose me. I can't keep fooling myself anymore." I looked at her one final time, giving her one last chance to just talk to me. To stop me. When she didn't say anything, choosing instead to look down to the floor, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in thought. I didn't bother to say anything else, I had spoken my mind. I went to leave, my hand already turning the door when she caught me by the arm.

"I can't lose you." Beca caught my wrist as she spun and pulled me back around to her. I tried to pull away from her, but she only tightened her grip on my wrist. She reached out and pulled my lips down to hers, her right hand becoming tangled in my hair. The kiss was desperate; a plead for me to stay, I could feel the neediness behind Beca's lips as she exhaled through her nose. Beca pressed her body harder against mine, effectively slamming the hotel door closed and shoving me against it.

"Beca…" Her named slipped out as I couldn't help but moan at the feeling of having her like this. She slipped her leg between my thighs, creating a friction against my clit that was beginning to drive me crazy. She tugged at my bottom lip with her teeth as I leaned forward, following her lead. She let go of my wrist, choosing instead to grab the back of my neck, keeping me close to her. Her other hand dropped to grip onto the waistband of my pants.

"Stay with me tonight." She whispered softly against my lips in-between kisses. I knew this was a bad idea, my mind was screaming at me to stop, screaming to get the hell out of here and away from the inevitable heartbreak that I knew would come.

"If tomorrow you won't be mine," I began as Beca pulled back just enough to look at me, except that I was looking at the floor. "I want you to make love to me one last time." I finished as I looked up and met her intense gaze. I could see the hesitation, the uncertainty as my words hit her.

"Chloe I'm not-" I kissed her as I cut her off, my hands coming up to frame her face gently, caressing her cheeks, Beca's moved to rest on my hips, holding me close.

"Don't." Beca cocked an eyebrow at me. "I'm so fucking tired of going back and forth. Please just…I don't want to argue about it anymore. My heart's already breaking Beca, you might as well twist the knife."

I surged forward, connecting our lips once again. My actions spurred Beca on as gripped my thighs and lifted me up to wrap my legs around her waist. Beca shoved me hard against the door once again as I moaned into her mouth, feeling her tongue battle with my own. Beca kissed from my mouth down to my neck as she immediately began sucking on my pulse point as hard as she could, occasionally biting down to ensure that she left a mark. I moaned at the sensation as she kissed the bruise that I knew would be forming.

I began to pull Beca's top over her head, tugging, and pulling it off to throw it haphazardly across the room. Maybe it was how buzzed kissing Beca made me feel or maybe it was my feelings about the situation, but somehow I couldn't bring herself to care about the fact that what we were doing was wrong. It could have been the fact that it didn't feel wrong at all, it felt very, very right.

Beca's lips caught my neck again as her breaths were leaving goosebumps across my skin.

I guided Beca back up to my lips and placed a lingering kiss on her lips.

"Beca…" I moaned against her mouth "I need you." I practically whined as I ground down against her thigh, trying to ease the desire that was between my legs.

Beca nodded, kissing me again, slowly. Beca moved her hands to grip my legs, lifting me up to straddle her waist. She turned and walked us over in the direction of the bed, once it hit her knees she threw me down and was immediately hovering over top of me, crawling the length of my body on all fours.

Beca leaned down and kissed me roughly. I felt her grind her body down on top of mine, a moan escaping my lips as I raised my hips to meet her thrust. Beca's hand moved from my hips to the waistband of my pants, her fingers sliding underneath the material. I broke our kiss as I gasped when Beca cupped me through my underwear, her fingers stroking me.

"Off." She mumbled against my lips, pulling away to straddle my hips. I sat up on my elbows and barely had enough time to shake off my jacket before Beca was impatiently pushing it down my shoulders. As soon as it was tossed aside, Beca's hands reached the top of my tank-top, grasping it between her hands and effectively ripping it off of my body.

"I liked that shirt." She cut me off with her lips as she unclasped my bra with one hand.

"I like you naked." I leaned up and kissed Beca, finding it hard to concentrate when the she was teasing me with her stroking. She kept up a good pace, starting out slowly and then building up speed and pressure. I couldn't contain the moans that slipped out of my lips, this dominant side of Beca was such a turn-on to me. Watching her take control, take control of me.

Beca hands moved to my pants as she popped the button and pulled the zipper down quickly. She sat back on her heels as she tried to shuffle them down my legs. I lifted my hips off the bed to help her as she ripped them off of me far too easily than what I was expecting.

"Off. Get it off." I grabbed at her own pants as I tugged at them. She stepped off the bed as she wiggled out of them, I sat up on my arms, watching her strip in front me, finding myself getting even more turned on at the state of Beca's undress. She tossed them behind her, coming to pounce back on top of me, catching my lips with hers. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her impossibly closer to me so that she was lying on top of me.

"Fuck Chlo." She gasped as I slipped one of my legs between hers giving her a friction every time her hips ground down against me. I slipped my fingers into her hair, pulling on it slightly, eliciting a soft 'hiss' from Beca. I pulled Beca back down to me, wrapping my arms around her neck, keeping her in place, keeping her lips on mine.

Suddenly I felt Beca's two fingers push inside me, causing my legs to tighten around her waist. My hands moved to claw at Beca's back, desperate to have her closer to me, telling her not to stop. Beca hissed at the feeling, knowing that she would wake up sore tomorrow but I knew the effect it had on her.

I matched Beca's thrusts, moving myself up to catch her thrust. I bit down on Beca's lip and both of us let out a moan of pleasure, the sounds mixing together and vibrating against each other's lips. Giving Beca another hard kiss, I moved my lips across the other girl's jaw and down to her neck. Nipping and sucking on her porcelain skin. Beca's fingers hit my g-spot, causing me to bite down on her shoulder to keep myself from screaming out in pleasure. Beca tightened her grip on me, her nails digging into my hip.

"Come for me." Beca whispered in my ear, her lips tugging on my ear lobe. I gasped as Beca continued to thrust into me, her thumb moving to rub against my clit.

I was never good at staying quiet, and Beca knew this. My heightened moans, letting her know that I was close. Beca smirked as she ducked down to capture my lips in another heated kiss.

It only took a few more touches, plus Beca pulling my bottom lip between her teeth, for me to come completely undone beneath her. I threw my head back against the pillows and tightened my grip on Beca, leaving small half-crescent moons on her biceps from my nails.

Coming down from my high, Beca peppered my skin with kisses. From my naval, up my ribs, over my heart, on my pulse point, each of my cheeks, and finally she paused as she kissed my forehead. Her left hand cradling my face as she removed her lips.

I laid there, basking in the warmth and the comfort that came with being in Beca's arms, from Beca's presence in general. She laid down on her right side, propping her head up with her right arm. She faced me as she caressed my face, my eyes catching hers.

Beca rested her arm across my mid-section, pressing my side to her chest with her thumb rubbing soft circles against my skin.

xxx

Chloe looked back to the ceiling as she knew this would be the last time she could have Beca like this. To herself. Beca's soft touches and kisses weren't helping her situation, but there was no way she was going to tell her to stop. Especially when in a mere 8 hours Beca would be getting prepped and ready to walk down the aisle. Walk down the aisle…to Jesse. Chloe could feel the lump in her throat growing, could feel herself starting to shut down at the thought of losing Beca.

"Hey." Beca could instantly see the worry lines present on Chloe's forehead. At this Chloe began to cry, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. She went to wipe them but Beca was already there, her thumb removing the streaks that were flowing from Chloe's cerulean eyes. "Please don't cry."

Chloe rolled over, facing away from the brunette, curling herself into a small ball in the bed trying to shelter herself. Beca slid up against Chloe's back, wrapping her arms tightly around her best friend, placing soft kisses against Chloe's bare back in an effort to soothe the redhead. Beca's heart broke as Chloe's quiet cries shook her body, her sniffles piercing straight through Beca. Beca pulled the comforter up over them, covering their naked bodies and trying to provide Chloe with some more comfort.

Beca continued to whisper sweet nothing's into Chloe ear, interlocking their fingers against Chloe's chest. They stayed like this for the remainder of the night, Beca holding onto Chloe as the redhead cried herself to sleep in Beca's arms. Once Beca knew Chloe was fast asleep, she nuzzled herself closer and placed one last kiss against Chloe's shoulder.

"I love you."

xxx

Beca woke up in the middle of the night, her bare arms getting cold. She groaned softly as she pulled the comforter up and over her. As she reached out to pull Chloe closer to her, she was met with the coolness of empty sheets. She opened her eyes and saw that she was alone in the king size bed. Beca sat up, holding the sheets against her chest.

"Chloe?" Beca called out into the darkness, only to be met with the silence of the hotel suite. Beca leaned over to flip the bedside light on, the brightness hurting her eyes initially.

Squinting, Beca scanned the room and saw that her clothes were folded neatly on the edge of Chloe's side and that Chloe's clothes were nowhere to be seen.

Realization swept over Beca as she felt her chest tightened and her throat developed a knot. She threw herself back down against the sheets as she stared blankly at the ceiling, a numbness sweeping over her body.

Biting her lip, Beca squeezed her eyes shut to try and fight the tears that were threatening to spill. It was useless though, Beca began to cry as she laid alone in the crisp bed sheets, the scent of Chloe's shampoo on the pillows mocking her at what she had just lost.

Her world.

xxx

A/N: So I was intending for this to be a one-shot, but there's so much more to still be written that I knew would make it too long. So if you want the second half of this please leave me a comment and let me know, otherwise I may leave it at this. Thank you for reading!

Inspiration came from One Direction's "Love You Goodbye".

Cover image: bechloe-beatchell on tumblr