My Neighbor || Brooklyn Beckham

Chapter 16

*Brooklyn🇬🇧*
I saw Laura go into her house, and I was kind of hoping she left the door open. I have no idea why she left like that, but I grabbed the paper she dropped so I nabbed it. I heard her crying on the couch, so I shut the door quietly.
"B-b-Brooklyn," she cries. "They're gone." I hug her and comfort her.
"Who's gone?" I ask.
"Read the letter." she sniffs. She keeps crying into my shirt and I don't care if it's soaked. I read the note and can't believe what's written. Why did her mum do that? Could she not handle the stress or something? I know what might make Laura feel better for now.
"Do you have a guitar?" I ask. She nods and points to a closet down the hall. I grab the guitar and a pick and lay her head in my lap. I begin playing "Oceans by: Hillsong United." (It's a Christian song, but it is really life touching). Once I'm done, I set the guitar down and go into her kitchen. I find some hot chocolate packets and make us some, putting in marshmallows and mints. She takes the mug from me and begins drinking.
"I'm tired," she says. "Like, I just need to sleep." I pick her up in a fireman's carry, and walk up to her room. She isn't all that heavy. She cleans off her makeup and begins crying again. I feel so bad for her. I wipe off some of her tears and she attempts to smile.
"You just need sleep." I smile at her. She gets under her covers and I sit down next to her and kiss her forehead.
"Goodnight, love." I smile at her one last time before getting ready to leave. I flip off the lights.
"Wait," she says. "Please don't leave me alone." I look at her.
"And what should I do?" I ask.
"Just come lay next to me," she says. I do as told, and gently massage her cheek. "Don't ever leave me."
"I wouldn't think of it," I tell her. I put my arm under her head and hear here sniffling again.
"It'll be okay, bonita." I try and comfort her.
"What does that mean?" she pipes up.
"Beautiful in Spanish," I explain. She just nods and goes back to crying. It's almost midnight, and I just realized we've spent the past two hours together. I kiss her perfect, soft lips and I don't feel anything back from her, but I don't care. I want her to know I'm there.
"Sorry," she says. "I'm tired." I squeeze her other hand.
"It's okay," I say. "Just try and sleep. I love you, bonita."
"I love you, too," she says, and that's the last I hear before her soft snoring. I'm not tired at all, so I kind of just lay there and think. I feel something against my leg and nearly scream. I see Shyloh sitting there, and man is he adorable. The clock reads just past 12:30am.
"I can't sleep," Laura says. "I feel sick."
"Well you need to sleep," I tell her. "It'll help the sick feeling go away. You're just a bit worked up." I glance over at her and just see her staring at the ceiling. I kind of wish my mum was here because she can handle this better than I can. I text her since its like only 8pm in America.
Me💞: mum can we talk? Please it's important
Mum✌🏻️: course son. what's wrong?
Me💞: Laura's dad's health had been really bad lately and he kinda just gave up a couple days ago, and her mom like...committed suicide or something because she said she was gonna kill herself
Mum✌🏻️: oh my goodness! the poor girl! is she okay?!
Me💞: she's been crying ever since like 10pm and she can't sleep
Mum✌🏻️: when will Eden be back from Manchester?
Me💞: well, today is Friday, so not until Sunday evening. but I'll be with her
Mum✌🏻️: you made the right decision staying with her. let her know that we care and have her in prayers. take care of her until Eden gets back
Me💞: alright mum. thanks and goodnight
I think Laura has finally gone to sleep because her eyes are shut and her breathing is normal. I let the kitten out of her room, shut the door, and get back into bed with her. I soon fall asleep, and it's for the better. I wake up at 7am and see Laura still sleeping. I kinda hope her and I are together forever because I could get used to waking up next to her. I go downstairs and make pancakes, one of her favorites. Once I have a good stack done, I go back upstairs. I see her staring at the ceiling.
"Sleep well?" I ask. She shrugs.
"I woke up like every two hours." she sighs.
"Wake me up next time," I say. "I would've gladly been up with you. Still tired?" She nods her head.
"Yeah, super." she yawns. I head downstairs and put three pancakes on one plate and three on another. I pour two glasses of orange juice, and grab syrup and butter. I make my way back up to her room and she looks up from her phone.
"Breakfast is here." I smile.
"Ah, you didn't have to." she smiles...her perfect little smile.
"No, I wanted to," I say. "You deserve it." I hand her hers and sit down on her bed. I can't help but think about a possible future I will have with this girl. We eat in a comfortable silence for 15 minutes.
"Thank you," she says. "Man, but I am still tired." I kiss her cheek.
"I will wait for you to fully wake up." I smile at her and she grabs my hand.
"You can go shower," she says. "I've got a lot of extra stuff in there."
"Are you sure you don't want to?" I ask. "It might wake you up." She stands up and stretches.
"I guess I will," she says. "But I won't be long so just wait here." I chuckle at what she just said. I plop on her bed and get on my phone. Then, I get this thought in my head. No, erase it Brooklyn. Why would I wanna think about her in the shower? Gosh, what's wrong with me? I shrug it off and ten minutes later she's done. She comes out in a plain t-shirt and blue shorts. She can make anything look good.

*Laura🇧🇪*
My phone starts ringing off the hook, so I answer it, not bothering to look who was calling.
"Hello," I say.
"Laura!" it's Thorgan. "Have you found out what happen?"
"Yes!" I shout. "Why did she do it?"
"I don't know Laura," he says. "Listen, I'm coming down form Germany and will be in London by tonight. Don't do anything."
"I won't...enough has already been done," I say. I hear him sigh on the line.
"I love you, Laura," he says.
"Love you too, Thorg." I smile even though he can't see me. I pull up my messages.
Me🙌🏻: where are you staying? can I come over and talk to you?
Grace👯: yeah. I'm with Uncle John and Auntie Toni.
Me🙌🏻: I'll be over soon
I put my phone in my clutch and look at Brooklyn, who is smirking at me.
"I'm going to Grace's," I tell him. He looks at me with puppy eyes.
"You're leaving me?" he says, gasping. I laugh at him and nod. I go to the bathroom and put my hair in a braid. I then look at it in the mirror...and then I feel arms around my waist and see Brook in the mirror.
"Stoppppp." I laugh.
"Stop what?" he whines, assuming he's done something wrong.
"Being cute," I say. I turn around and pull his arms off me.
"I gotta go, but I'll see you tonight." I smile at him and he smiles back. I bike over to the Terry house and as soon as JT answers the door and asks me what's wrong, I burst. I just keep crying while trying to explain what happened. All I know about the funeral situation is: my dad wanted it to be a few months after he died and that only people close to us would come. I just wish Eden were here.

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