brooke
brooke told her parents over the phone that she was leaving wednesday afternoon instead of this weekend, and after a hour of arguing brooke just hung up the phone.
she had to stay home from school tomorrow to get everything ready and packed, which she sort of hated. brooke wanted to tell everybody at her school that she was moving to england.
sighing, she laid down on her bed and grabbed her laptop to facetime harry.
"hey," harry greeted with his usual smile and dimple.
"hi," brooke sighed again which caused harry to raise an eyebrow.
"what's wrong?"
brooke shook her head, "nothing, just stressed."
"well," harry smiled, "when you arrive i will give you the best massage you ever had."
"and you know what would make that better?" brooke asked, smiling slightly.
"what would that be?" harry gently laughed and grabbed a pillow to place in his lap
"if you fed me goldfish at the same time."
harry laughed but nodded, "of course, anything for royalty."
brooke smiled, "great we're settled i'm the king and queen and you're just the jester guy."
"well," harry smirked and flipped his hair jokingly, "i do rack up a pretty rad storm of jokes."
"by rad you mean lame and boring."
harry gasped, "how dare you?"
"i can do what i want, i'm the queen."
"a queen that won't be getting any goldfish fed to her." harry smirked jokingly.
brooke gasped and pretended to cry, "why do you got to be so rude?"
harry shrugged and laughed - brooke joining in seconds later.
"i can't wait to meet you in person." harry smiled as he ran his fingers through his messy hair.
"i'm honestly kind of scared." brooke said as she put her her hair in a side braid.
"why?"
brooke shrugged, "i'm not scared to meet you, i actually might have a mental breakdown if i'm not in england having you feed me goldfish as we watch the empire. i'm just scared for school and like i don't know really. it's just that i'm moving across the world with my grandma."
"it'll be fine, i swear. i'll show you around school and the city, it'll be cool, okay?"
brooke nodded in agreement, "okay, and i swear when i get there and a goldfish is not in my mouth from your hand in a matter of three hours, i'll scream and like shave your hair off."
harry gasped, "you wouldn't."
brooke shook her head and ran her finger across her neck in a 'i'll cut your head off' gesture.
