BROOKE'S P.O.V.
I sit on my couch scrolling through the endless channels. Most of them being the sappy love stories. I groan at each one.
Luke bursts through my door. "Still moping around?" He sighs.
"I need time to heal."
"Brooke, it's been three months."
It's true. It's been three months since I last talked to Harry. No text, no calls, nada. It hurts like hell, honestly. I go to school, barley talk, come home, eat and sleep, then repeat.
"C'mon, get up." He says dragging me out.
"Luke." I groan.
"This isn't healthy." He says picking me up and running outside.
He walks me over to my front yard, he looks around and picks up some sticks and twigs. Then he walks over to my bushes and picks some small flowers.
"Did you just pick my flowers?" I ask, stunned.
"Yeah." He shrugs.
"What are we doing anyway?"
He motions for me to sit down on my grass, I do and he follows. "We're making home made flower crowns." He smiles.
He focuses on whipping up the crowns, "So, have you tried contacting harry?"
"I don't think he wants me to."
"Bullshit. You heard him, he loved you. It doesn't just die away."
"For him it can."
"Brooke, I think you should call him."
"Why are you helping me? Not to be rude, but I thought you don't like him?"
"I don't." He says sticking flowers onto the rounded sticks. "But he makes you happy, and you're not happy now you need him. I'll call him if you don't."
"That won't be necessary. Uh, he doesn't quite like you."
"Yeah, I've been told that." He laughs. He gets up and walks over to me. "Let's see if this one fits you." He makes a few tweaks to it and places it onto my head. It slips on perfectly.
"Gorgeous." He claps. I smile and look down.
"Make one for me." He says.
"Uh, how?"
"Figure it out." He smirks.
"Jerk."
After probably and hour of attempting to make a crown, I got the basics and now I have to stick the flowers on.
"I feel bad picking my own flowers." I laugh.
"Why? They are your flowers."
"Still."
I get the flowers and sit down. I stick them on the crown and smile.
"I did it!" I grin. "Here." I give it to Luke.
He slips it over his head. "Good fit." He says. He reaches out and I high five him.
"Where's your family?" He asks.
"Sisters at work, dad is at a bar for a family's twenty first."
"Ah. I see." He stares at me. "Call him."
"Excuse me?"
"Call harry."
"I don't know if I'm ready."
"You're not ready after three months? Good luck getting married."
"Shut up." I say throwing my leftover sticks at him.
I grab my phone and unlock it. I scroll down my contacts until Harrys name appears. I take a deep breath. I press his name and the phone rings.
"Hello?" He says.
My breath hitches and I can't form words.
"Brooke..?" Harry lingers.
"Say something!" Luke yells.
"Luke? What's wrong with brooke?"
I'm frozen in my spot, I want to speak so badly but I just can't.
Luke takes my phone and hangs up. "Shit, you really weren't ready."
I bite my lip and look down. Harry calls back but i don't answer. He continues to keep calling. When I don't answer, he calls Luke.
"How'd you get my number?" Luke asks, putting him on speaker.
"Not important, what's wrong with brooke?"
"Nothing, she's just afraid to talk to you."
"Why?"
"You kinda told her not to call."
He sighs in the background. "I said it out of anger. I would have called sooner, but my phone.... Broke."
"Brooke do you want to say anything, or at least try?"
"I...... I miss you... Harry." I fumble.
"I miss you too cookie."
For some reason, that triggered something for me. Tears started to spill and I run back inside my house. I sit on my couch and cry into my hands. These breakdowns have been occurring more and more.
