Someone To Love

Chapter 7 - One step forward, two steps back

(A/N - The bubble has popped. Zayn Malik is no longer in the band. Tis a sad day in History. Please don't go I beg of you, the rest of the guys... It will break my heart. The story is in the middle of January now. Oliver is just a filler character, not really important. Lovies Moi.)

Brooke's POV

"Remember that you're next assignment, your take on something beautiful to you, is due next week. Last date is the 25th."

I listen to Professor Franks talking, looking through my assignments. I have missed a lot in the two weeks I was gone. I have caught up a few of them since I got back last Thursday, but I am still drowning. It feels like I was never even here. Heather tried to help me with the homework, and she covered for me with the school, and I am grateful but I don't like being this behind. Also, the video of me and Liam in the Thrift Shop has gone viral almost overnight.

"Miss Newman?" I look up and Professor Franks is standing next to my desk.

"Yes Professor?"

"How is your grandmother feeling?"

"Oh," I blush and look down, hoping he won't notice. I had told everyone I was going away for two weeks to take care of my 'sick' nan. "She's better, thank you."

"Good, I'm glad." He leaves me, moving on to another student. God, I hate lying.

"Did you see Neil Patrick Harris at the Oscars? In his white underwear?" Heather and I are walking across campus, trying to get to our room. The place is full of students jumping up and down and bumping into each other. Mostly girls though... "I mean, he is just so cute! Why does he have to be gay?"

"I don't know, Heather." I look around at the girl who was screaming at the top of her lungs. My ear drums, bitch! "What the hell is going on ou here?"

"Oh, right, you weren't here!" Heather smiles. "We have a celeb as a fellow student for the next month."

Who the hell could that be? What famous celebrity would be attending NYU? "Who?"

Heather grins and points to the wall behind me. I turn and my eyes widen, my blood turns cold, my mouth is open in a silent scream. What the - ? "His name is - "

"Oliver Kline."

"Yes, how did you... Hey, where are you going?!"

I burst through the door of the library. I run straight to the back, finding my favourite desk and I sit down. This cannot be happening. Why here? He can't know I am here, can he? I take out my phone and go into Google.

'Oliver Dean Kline. Born in Odessa, Texas on the 22nd of May, 1996.
Kline, one of the new faces amongst the Young Actors in Hollywood, has decided to go to college to get his degree in Acting and Literature, before starting filming in November on his new movie Johnson Pride. He told People Magazine that he will be attending New York University until next month.'

I stop reading. It's true. No! No! No! I grip my phone harder. I thought I got rid of him, the scumbag, after he broke my heart and left Odessa to pursue his acting career. Stupid fantasies, I thought, I guess I was wrong. I had hoped to never see him again, not even on screen, but no. He is here, at my school. He was my first boyfriend. The first I had sex with. He didn't hesitate to humiliate me back then, and I am sure he won't now. I fucking hate him!

I call Liam the following day. He's doing an interview on BBC today. He'll probably not even answer my call. I sit on my bed in my dorm room and I wait as it rings. I hope he doesn't answer.

"Hey you," Liam answers after two rings.

"Hi," I smile even though he can't see me. This long distance thing is total bullshit. "How are you?"