I was having such a great time, i had bought some really nice clothes and Brooklyn looked like he was really enjoying himself too. I didn't mind when he wanted to pop into some mens shops, it was so much fun just to be with him.
It was really quiet, almost as if we were in a ghost town, but it was just Westfield.
I steered him in the direction of American Apparel. We decided we would take it in turns, so one 'Brooklyn' shop and one 'Freya' shop. We had just been into adidas, which to be honest i didn't mind at all.
"American Apparel?" he asked, "I didn't think you'd be into this stuff. You know, skirts, small tops and all that." giving me a wink as we walked through the doorway. "No," I laughed "To be honest I'm not into skirts at all but they do some really lovely shorts and boyfriend jeans which I like, and they occasionally have something nice that a) doesn't make me look like a man or b) i wouldn't mind being seen in" i laughed
We both walked around the shop, our arms linked, picking out bits and pieces.
I had my eye on a particular skirt but i didn't think it would suit me.
Brooklyn obviously saw it and let go of my hand as he went to pick it up. On his way he also picked up a cute little top with matching blue sleeves. I must say, he had a pretty amazing fashion taste.
He handed me the clothes and before i had the chance to protest he had spun me round and nudged me in the direction of the changing rooms, smiling like crazy.
He knew my exact size, the skirt fitted amazingly and so did the top. I looked up in the mirror and i didn't even recognise myself. I looked amazing, and I never say that. I smiled a massive smile to myself before stepping out of the changing room to show Brooklyn.
I quietly stepped out, trying not to knock anything over; a bad habit of mine.
I looked up at Brooklyn through the hair falling from my plait. His mouth dropped. My heart started thumping, what if I looked stupid? I started going bright red, my cheeks burning. Just the thought of going red made me go redder.
Brooklyn, obviously seeing my red face pulled me into his broad chest and hugged me until I cooled down. He whispered into my ear "I've never seen anyone so beautiful."
I blushed, but in a good way this time. I risked a look up at him, he looked a bit upset, so I pulled away and asked him what was wrong. "nothing" he said, sniffing.
"Nice try. Come on, after everything I've told you, nothing can be worse that what I've said" i joked, trying but failing to lighten the mood.
"i haven't been really honest with you, but we can't talk about it here," he said,"But I'm scared if i am honest I'll loose you." he finished.
I looked up at him, "I'll go and change and we can go grab a coffee." I said calmly, but i was secretly getting worried. My palms were sweating and the pulsing pain in my stomach returned. But i didn't let them get the better of me, i thought of the river lapping up against the shore, and I took deep breaths.
I quickly shrugged my clothes back on and folded the skirt and top up.
I left them on the side as we walked out of the shop and headed for Starbucks. I must admit was a bit disappointed to leave them but Brooklyn needed to tell me something, and it was my job to listen.
We grabbed a table and I sipped my coffee, i had been in deep need of one ever since i got up.
"Okay Freya, just let me tell you this and you're more than welcome to leave, walk out, delete my number, whatever you want to do, just please listen to me."
"Okay," i gulped, expecting him to tell me he had a girlfriend, or was some kind of secret therapist my parents had hired.
*******
I sat there like a goldfish, opening and closing my mouth but unable to say anything.
"I'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner," he said apologetically.
"Brooklyn, why did you think I would be angry?" i questioned, i was genuinely puzzled as to why he thought I would delete his number over this.
"Well, when most people hear that my parents and David and Victoria Beckham they think I'm a spoiled brat or evil or something."
"Brooklyn, i wouldn't care if your parents were elephants, you're such a great person, I mean, look at everything you've done for me." i said, "But i think its pretty cool your parents are David and Victoria but that doesn't change Brooklyn i know"
"Seriously?" he asked me, as if he thought i was lying.
"Yeah," i smiled a genuine smile, i was glad to know him a bit better.
He leaned over the table and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "Come on, take your coffee, I'm going to treat you."
I smiled as he dragged me back to American Apparel.
He picked up my skirt and top in one swift movement and bought them over to the counter.
"Brooklyn I can't let you buy me -" but he kissed me to shut me up.
He pulled away and handed me the bag.
"They would be a waste on anyone else but you." he smiled.
I hugged him back, really hard to say thank you.
