Unforgotten Love (Austin Mahone FanFic)

I sat on the edge of my bed surveying my bedroom one last time as it was now empty. Boxes were stacked against the wall filled with all of my belongings. I had lived in this house for 11 years and it was going to defiantly be difficult to say goodbye. So many fond memories were created in this house and this city. So many friends I was going to leave behind. I don't want to leave San Francisco. I really dont want to.

A small tear slowly rolled down my cheek. I couldn't leave. I just couldn't. This was.. IS my home. I just can't say goodbye especially right in the middle of my high school years! This was just unacceptable! Why couldn't my father understand this?

I guess it wouldn't be too bad. I mean it wasn't like I was going to move to a city I had never been to before. I was moving back to San Antonio Texas where I was born. I lived there until grade 4 when my dad told me that he had found a well paying job at a huge headquaters in San Francisco California. I didn't really care nor did it bother me that we were moving because I was so young. But now.. I care.

It has always been just me and my dad. Dad and I. Always. My mother died giving birth to me so I never got the chance to know her. Her pictures are in frames which used to be all over my room but are now in one of the boxes against my wall. She was beautiful, truly stunning. Everyone says I look just like her, which is a huge compliment for me. I just don't see it. I am far from looking as beautiful as my mom. I wish I could have gotten to see her. I wish she could've been there for me when I needed a mother and not a father. Like when I started my period... boy was

that awkward having to tell my father that. I don't really communicate with any of my aunts from my mother's side. They have always disliked my father because they believed my mother could have done better than a dorky guy like him. My dad is an only child so no aunts to rely on his side either.

"Brooke are your things all packed?" came my fathers voice from downstairs.

"Yes! Everything is packed and ready to go. I am just taking one last look at my room before we leave." I called back to him.

I took one last glance around my bare room. I took a deep breath, grabbed my cell phone and bag and walked out of my doorway.

The two men who were here to help us with our things entered my room to gather my boxes to load them into the moving truck. I climbed into the passenger seat and placed my bag by my feet. The night before I went to my friend Claire's house where all my good friends gathered to say goodbye. I texted Claire once last time goodbye as my father climbed behind the wheel.

"Ready to go sweetheart?" he asked with a cheerful smile on his face. He knew I didn't want to go so he was trying his best to do anything possible to make me happy.

"Yes sir." I answered. I placed my elbow on the car windowsill and let my head rest on my palms. My dad placed the keys into the slot and started the eignition. Then we started foreward down the driveway and to the highway. I watched the house I loved so much slowly disappear in the rearview mirror. Texas.... here we come.