AN: Hey guys. So, this is a three part fic. Its very angsty and Bechloe is endgame. Thanks for taking the time to read. Let me know what you think.

(Beca P.O.V.)

Breathe. You need to be here. You need to support her. That's what I keep telling myself. I know I should be here but it hurts. It hurts me physically to sit here. To sit in this room with the Bella's, wearing this dress I don't really like, telling Chloe how beautiful she looks because she's getting married. Because Chloe is marrying Tom. Her Tom. For the thousandth time today, my eyes glaze over with unshed tears and I have to look away because Chloe is getting married but she isn't marrying me. But that's my own fault. I should've kissed her during our senior year at that Treble party. But I chickened out.

*Four Years Ago*

"Becs!" I feel arms around my waist and my body stiffens initially but I quickly melt into the arms around me. Turning around in Chloe's arms I face her. Maybe it's the alcohol in my system or the bright blue sparkle in Chloe's eyes but I can't help but get lost in those endless depths of sky blues. The blue eyes that I have fallen in love with since the second I noticed them four years ago and since then I've only fallen harder. "Dance with me?" I finally manage to tear my eyes away and I smile slightly.

"I'm on music duty Beale." Chloe gives a small pout, jutting out her bottom lip slightly. I notice the slight furrow in her eyebrows and I already know what's coming. "No… Don't do that. The puppy dog face doesn't work on me Chlo." Chloe pulls me in tighter holding me tight against her.

"Please Becs." The puppy dog face gets to be too much and I can't help but give in. Blowing out a stream of air I turn around and make a short playlist, so Chloe and I can dance for a few minutes.

"Fine. You win." Once I'm done setting up a list I let Chloe drag me out to the floor. We spend a few minutes dancing to a couple of my mash ups and the world seems to stop existing. Leaving me to believe that everyone else fell off the face of the Earth. In this moment nothing could be more perfect. The total joy and happiness in Chloe's eyes and shining through her smile. Her carefree spirit shows in the way she moves with me. Jumping around me, letting me twirl her. Giving me more and more reasons why I love Chloe Beale. The song stops playing and Chloe is close enough where I can feel her breath on my face. I can smell the Malibu coconut rum on her breath and I can't help but wonder if her lips taste the same way. My eyes flick down to her lips momentarily then back up to bright blue eyes that are locked on to my lips as well. The corner of my mouth twitches in a half smile. It could be my mind but for a second, I swear Chloe leans in closer. She had to have leaned in closer because our noses brush slightly. Kiss her Beca. Do it. Sack up and do it bro! But apparently luck is never on my side because as I lean in the next song that plays causes Chloe to jump up and down and start clapping her hands.

"This is my jam!" The next thing I know Chloe is dancing again and I missed my chance.

*Present Time*

I'm thrust back into reality because I feel something wet hit my arm where they lay crossed over my chest. The fuck…? I look up in attempt to find out where the wateris coming from but there is no leak in the ceiling. A warm streak rolls down my cheek and I brush my fingers against it thinking it is just dust or something. But I's not. It's only now that I realize I'm crying. I quickly wipe the tears so no one sees that I'm crying.

"Okay girls! It's time to show the world the Future Mrs. Thomas Wayde." Aubrey's voice rings out across the room and I look in her direction from where I stand in the far corner of the room. My breath catches in my throat as Chloe makes her way around the parchment partition. There is gasps and awes, Cynthia Rose and Fat Amy let out wolf whistles that cause a weak smile to spread across my lips. When I look back at Chloe she is already looking at me with a bright smile that I swear could end war and cure cancer. But that smile that used to make my heart beat like a jack hammer only causes spider web cracks across my heart. Chloe looks absolutely beautiful, breath takingly stunning. Her long red hair is in a braided crown around her head with a few loose pieces framing her face. Her make up is done light with a light pink lip stick that makes her eyes look ten times brighter. Her dress is something you'd see in a movie. Floor length ball gown with floral lace bodice. There's white flowers sewn on to the thin lace covering her shoulders. The back is low cut but her long veil covers the exposed skin. My eyes flick back up to Chloe's and I can see she is waiting for a reaction but I don't trust my voice, so I send her a wink in hopes that she understands. Chloe leaves the girls and makes her way over to me and each step she takes I can feel the room getting smaller because I can support her from a distance but having to tell her I'm happy for her, it's nearly impossible. But I smile at her and pray to whatever god will listen to me that this conversation will be quick.

"You clean up good Mitchell." Chloe's voice is like a slice of home. My comfort zone and it sends tendrils of warmth through my body. After clearing my throat, I pull a smirk on to my lips.

"You too Beale." Chloe gives me a smile and I can't help but watch those eyes I've fallen in love with dart across my face.

"Thanks, Beca. For being here. I know LA life is crazy. But having you here means so much. Bree is great but having both of my best friends here to be my bitches of honor. I couldn't ask for anything better. So, thank you." Chloe pulls me in for a tight hug and those arms that I used to find comfort in and gave hugs that I thought glued all the pieces of my broken and tattered heart back together feel like jelly fish tentacles wrapped around me leaving me wanting to fight my way from the sting and I resist the urge to pull away because it's getting hard to breath. I can feel my heart breaking with every second. But thank god Chloe finally pulls away. I utter something about not wanting to be anywhere else. But I know that's a lie. The air must be getting thinner in the room because it's getting harder and harder to breath. I watch as Chloe makes her way back over to Aubrey who is pouring flutes of champagne for all of the girls. Flo brings me a glass and I thank her with a smile. The room goes quiet as Aubrey clears her throat to grab everyone's attention.

"I want to propose a toast. Chloe…" Aubrey turns from the girls to face Chloe who is standing beside the vanity. "You have been my best friend for the better part of my life and I hoped and prayed that your knight in shining armor would come and sweep you off your feet. Because let's face it, most of the other guys were more like idiots in aluminum foil." Aubrey's comment earns a couple laughs but Aubrey's playful smile turns serious. "But I am so happy for you. I am so happy you found your happily ever after because we all know you deserve it the most. So, may Tom make your days bright and full, make the hard times easier, and give you years of happiness and love." Aubrey raises her glass and the other's follow suit. "To Tom and Chloe." The girls echo Aubrey's words back to her before taking a sip of champagne. The lump in my throat that had been forming doesn't go away when I shoot the whole flute of champagne in one swallow. The room breaks into small conversations, but I can't help but let my eyes stay locked on Chloe as she talks to Stacie. Chloe is the most beautiful bride I've ever seen and every part of me wishes that's I'd be the one waiting for her at the altar. Year's worth of times flash through my brain of missed chances to make Chloe mine, to tell her how I feel. But here we are. I'm too late so, I'll bite back the tears and smile in the right places hoping no one will notice that Chloe's is getting married but she doesn't want to marry me. But Chloe's voice drifts into my ear shot and it makes my heart stop and tears my heart and soul apart at every frayed edge.

"He's my forever Stacie. He's the one I want to wake up to and fall asleep next to. I want the late night dances in the kitchen over a bottle of wine. He's it." Suddenly I can't breathe and being in this room gets to be too much. I need to run. I need to leave. I can't do this. I can't be here. Because the one person I have loved for years is getting married. I could try to tell her how I feel but I won't because I don't want to mess this up for her. So, I make my way to the door and quietly shut the door. I all but run to the front door of the country club and I don't stop until I hear a second pair of heels following me. I choose to ignore them but as soon as I get outside there's a hand on my shoulder turning me around and I come face to face with Aubrey. As shake breath makes it's way out as I look at anywhere except the eyes staring at me. I'm on the verge of tears and I don't know how much longer I can hold it together.

"Where do you think you are going?" Aubrey whispers harshly at me.

"You're better at this stuff than me. This is why we decided you were going to do all of the mushy shit. Now I need to go. Tell Chloe I said congrats." I go to turn around but Aubrey's nails dig into the skin of my shoulder.

"You are not leaving. Chloe wants you-" I cut Aubrey off with a dry laugh.

"Chloe does not want me. Which is exactly why I'm leaving. Trust me Aubrey, the evening will be so much better without me." Aubrey looks at me with genuine concern laced with confusion.

"What are you talking about? You're Chloe's best friend. She -" With each word that falls from Aubrey's mouth it gets harder and harder to keep the tears at bay. When one finally escapes and rolls down my cheek Aubrey's voice catches in her throat and I can see all the pieces line up in her eyes and finally click. Aubrey's face morphs into a pained expression. "You love her. Still after all these years…" Aubrey's voice is a soft whisper and I go to say something but nothing comes out but a quiet sob. Aubrey finally pieced everything together after graduation and it was a drunken confession on my behalf, but I didn't care because it felt so good to finally tell someone. "Beca…" Aubrey moves in for a hug but I quickly step away because I know if I let her hug me I will fall apart and I can't do that here. I clear my throat in an attempt to find my voice.

"Chloe is getting what she wants. Her granddaddy is preaching the service, she's got her magnolias and were out in the country, she has her Tom. It's perfect." My voice wavers slightly but I don't stop. "But she doesn't know her daddy is the only one dreading this day because he's giving her away. I'm giving her away too Aubrey and I can't stand up there beside her and watch her get married. In this moment I'd rather her be mad at me because I left and risk never having her never talking to me again than having to watch her get her happily ever after and all chances of mine go to shit. I know this is selfish but I can't do this. I... I love Chloe and I can't be here. Tell her I'm sorry. Please." My voice finally gives out and my last word is cut short. The tears are free falling and I don't care. Aubrey's hand has fallen from my shoulder and I can see the glistening of tears in her eyes. As I turn to leave again Aubrey catches my wrist.

"Beca…" Aubrey pulls me into her and my dams finally break. The tears fall and I don't care. But Aubrey holds me tight as sobs wreck my body leaving me shaking in her arms. "I'm so sorry Beca." I manage to pull myself together quickly because I know Aubrey's lack of appearance will be questioned. "Go. I've got things here." I give Aubrey a quick hug and pull away with a sad smile.

"Thank you. So much. There's a gift for Chloe. Its wrapped in an old Barden t-shirt of Chloe's I had never wanted to give back. Could you…?" Aubrey is already nodding yes so I run. I run because I'm in love with my best friend and she's getting married. I run because the longer I stay here the more I will hurt. I try not to let thoughts of how Chloe is going to take me leaving enter my brain but I'd rather deal with a pissed off angry Chloe for a few months. I slip into my car and drive. I don't even bother turning on the radio because I know a song is going to play and its going to remind me of Chloe. So, I settle for silence as I drive to god knows where.

I finally pull over at a diner because the road gets to be too blurry from unshed tears. Tilting my head up I hope that gravity will push them back into my skull. The car is filled with silence and the occasional sniffle. A small smile cracks across my lips because it finally hits me that this diner is the same one Chloe and I spent every single Sunday morning during our time at Barden. Memories of Sundays filled will chocolate chip pancakes, texts books or my laptop fill my head. I decide on going in just once more because I don't know if I'll ever be able to bring myself to come back to Georgia after today. When I walk through the front door the small bell above it rings and the lady behind the counter looks my way with a smile.

"Make yourself at home darlin' I'll be right with you." I give her a smile in thanks. Normally I would've found another table but no, I'm drawn to the same one that Chloe and I sat at. It's by the window. Chloe insisted because it was the perfect place for people watching and I've never been one to be able to tell Chloe Beale no. I slide into the booth and take in the restaurant. Nothing has changed. Old Elvis records are still mounted on the wall, the juke box in the corner is still unplugged and that stupid polaroid picture the waitress took of Chloe and I is still up on the wall with the rest of the people who were regulars around here. I'm sitting on the inside of the booth and Chloe has her arms wrapped around my neck giving the camera a big cheesy grin. I look like I would rather be anywhere else but I know in Chloe's arms was exactly where I wanted to be. "What can I get yah?" The waitress pulls me back to reality and I look over at her with a small smile.

"Just a black coffee please." The waitress gives me a questioning look but she's doesn't say anything, she just walks away. While I wait for my coffee I try to distract my mind with people watching but the slow song playing from the radio behind the counter catches my attention. The soft piano is soothing. So, I absentmindedly start listening to it as I watch the traffic on the road.

"I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask,

I'll try to make it through without cryin'

So nobody sees

Yeah, she wanna get married but she don't wanna marry me."

The words in the song seem to be have written for just what I'm feeling and I don't know if it is some coincidence or god playing some sort of joke on me.

"I remember the night I almost kissed her.

Yeah, I kinda freaked out, We'd been friends for forever.

And I always wondered if she felt the same way."

The tears that I finally managed to tamp down pick the most perfect time to make their presence known again.

"Darlin'?" I look up at the waitress with unshed tears making her face blurry. "You alright?" I give her a false smile and a head nod.

"Yeah, fine." She gives me a small sad smile as she places my coffee cup on the table in front of me. "Thanks." The waitress makes her leave and I look down at the dark liquid in the cup letting the sad lyrics wash over me again.

"When I got the invite I knew it was too late.

And I know her daddy's been dreading this day. Although he don't know he's not the only one giving her away."

Tears are freely hitting the table and I'm thankful the diner is empty except for a few people on the other side of the room. I don't bother wiping them away because I'm losing everything today. My first real love. Yeah, I loved Jesse, but it was never the same. He had always been more like a brother than anything. I'm losing my best friend because I know I won't be able to face her after today. So, I let myself cry for the first time since Chloe called me to tell me Tom proposed. The coffee becomes forgotten as I try to quiet the sobs escaping my lips.

"She's got on her dress now,

She's welcoming the guests now.

I could try to find her and

Get it off my chest now.

But I ain't gonna mess it up

So, I'll wish her the best now."

The song fades because the only thing I can hear are the shallow and broken breaths coming from my lips. Despite the deafening sound of my heart breaking over and over again it's almost like Chloe's voice can still break through the chaos. Because I swear I hear her calling my name. I know it's not real because she is getting married.

"Beca!" The voice rings out but I ignore it as it causes a new waves of tears to flood because it sounds like it's right beside me but it's muffled by something. I hush my sobs just enough, so I can try to hear Chloe's voice.

"Beca Mitchell!" The blood in my veins run cold because Chloe really does sound like she's here. "Beca I know you hear me! Look at me!" My eyes snap over to where I hear the voice and my breath catches in my throat because there stands Chloe. Chloe's standing on the sidewalk of the diner in her wedding dress with blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks. Her car is behind her with the driver's door open. My mouth drops because Chloe is here and not getting married. When my eyes make contact with Chloe's, her shoulders shake and her lower lip quivers like a whimper managed to escape. I send her a questioning look as I wipe my cheeks and she simply just shrugs her shoulders almost like she doesn't know why she's here. But I'm not going to mess this up for her so I manage to tear my eyes away from Chloe's watery blues and look down at the table. I take hold of my coffee cup and take a sip hoping I won't choke on the lump in my throat because Chloe needs to go get married. Because in what story does the best friend ever get the girl.