Crazy In Love | Brooklyn Beckham (ON HOLD)

T h e "P r o j e c t"

Brooklyn Beckham : come now

Ava : okay on my way

I took the last strand of hair and placed it around the curling iron, hearing it sizzle from the hair spray I just put in my hair. I looked at my makeup in the mirror of my bathroom. I usually don't wear a lot of makeup, just some concealer, eyeliner, mascara, and some blush. But today I decided to wear a little more. I put some eyeshadow on my dark, veiny eyelids along with applying some lip gloss and another coat of mascara.

Downstairs I could hear the front door open and close, along with the sound of high heels banging on the tile floors. "I'm home, Avalon." My mother called from downstairs as I unplugged the iron and walked to the staircase.

My mother, dressed in a blazer and trousers, walked up the stairs smiling. This was an unusual response, considering the fact that she hated her job. I looked at her questionably and she explained. "I just got a call from your father, he has good news," she grinned widely. "We got the house!"

I jumped up and down and screamed as she started laughing.

Allow me to explain. Basically the owner of our home is a freak and lunatic. She hates pets (even though we managed to sneak in Cookie, my 7 month old pug), always complains about the condition of the house, and gives my mother a hard time about everything. For the past month we've been looking into new homes for sale. My mom finally found this huge house close to my school for a really cheap price. She has been glued to her phone for a week now waiting for a call back from the owner.

"Mum! I'm so excited!" I said, hugging her.

Just as I hugged her, she looked at me up and down with a frown on her face. "And where do you think you're going dressed like this?"

I frowned back. "A friends house."

"Is this friend a guy?" She said while raising an eyebrow in disapproval.

"Yes, his name is Brooklyn and we have to work on this dumb project together. I'll be back by 7, promise." I explained, grabbing my purse from my bedroom.

"Fine, have fun." My mother said, walking into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

I walked down the staircase and out of the door, grabbing the keys to my Range Rover on the counter. Starting up the car, I drove to the address that Brooklyn gave me and came to a gate.

"Name please." Someone spoke from outside the car.

I looked around confused until the voice spoke again. "Miss, please state your name."

"Oh um, Ava." I spoke uncertainly.

"Here you are miss," the voice spoke as the gates opened in front of me. "Drive slowly."

I drove slowly up the paved driveway, as I finally reached an enormous, gorgeous house. I parked the car and sat in the car for a minute, staring in awe at the house. Finally I got out of the car and headed towards the front door. Before I could even ring the door bell, the door flung open as Victoria Beckham stood in the doorway smiling at me.

"Hello there, you must be Ava." She spoke smoothly, smiling.

I smiled and walked up to her. "Hi, nice to meet you."

"Same dear. Brooklyn's in his room, I just made some snacks for you two while you work on the project. Why don't you come in, it's getting breezy out there." She said, as I walked into the house.

As if the outside couldn't tell me that their house was huge, the inside was even bigger. I looked like an idiot looking around, but I didn't care. I had never seen a house so big.