Fate// A Brooklyn Beckham fanfic

Chapter 7

**flashback**

"Hey guys. I'm here with my boyfriend Noah today." I said trying not to punch the living day lights out of him when I called him my boyfriend. This could be confusing to some of you but trust me me and Brooklyn have a plan.

"So today as you can probably guess from the title of this video. We are going to be doing the boyfriend tag." I said painfully smiling.

After ten painful questions mine and brooklyn a plan was put into action.

"So for the last question. Noah, what do you think of this picture?" I asked pulling up the picture of him and Chloe in LA.

"Erm, well. I can explain!" He rushed.

"No, no, no. I'll save you the fuss. Your a fucking bellend who thought cheating on a girl who a). You've been with for a year and b). Has just had her mum and brother die you be the best mother fucking idea in the whole world. Do you fucking realise how much shit I've been through. Do you because I don't think you do. How long has this been happening for?" I asked tears threatening to fall but I stopped them wanting to be the bigger person.

"The day after the crash..." He said looking down, his shoes suddenly becoming very interesting for him.

"What the hell!" I screamed.

"Well I couldn't cope with it!" He said still not looking at me.

"Are taking the fucking piss. MY mum and brother die and you can't cope. And you don't even have the fucking guts to look at me? What the bloody hell happened to the Noah that I fell in love with? Because I can tell you now he would of never done this." I yelled.

"I'm sorry. Can we please sort this out." He asked.

"What? Now your taking the piss. I never want to see your face ever again. Get out!" I shouted by this time my dad was stood at the door.

"Ok but please don't post this." He pleaded referring to the video that was still filming.

"You know what no. I will post this so everyone can see what a twat you are." I said smiling as he started to walk out.

"Sir I'm so sor..." He said as he saw my dad.

"Just get out." My dad interrupted.

"I fucking hate him." I shouted grabbing a picture of me and Noah kissing in Greece last year and threw it agains the floor watching it smash into a millions pieces.

At that point my dad pulled me over to my bed, unlocking my phone he dialled the only person I wanted to speak to at the moment...Brooklyn.

**end of flashback**

3:50 am ~ Paris Day

"Brook, brooklyn."

"Broo..." A pillow collided with my face.

"Shush child." Brooklyn grumbled.

"We have to be at the airport in ten minutes." I said throwing my make up bag into my carry on and placing it by the door of the hotel room.

"Shit... I'm up!" Brooklyn said whilst jumping up.

Five minutes later we were ready. The hotel was linked into the airport thank god.

"So which terminal is it?" Brooklyn asked.

"Terminal? We're going private." I replied.

"No way! Mum hardly let's us use the private jet!!" Brooklyn said jumping up and down like a little kid.

"I wonder why." I said as Victoria caught up with me.