Falling For A Beckham || Brooklyn Beckham

Real Madrid

I'm starting to think my mom took me to this game just so I can make friends and a boyfriend. Well, mom, you must be crazy because it's not happening. I will not meet anyone here. If I meet Cristiano Ronaldo, I will certainly love this day, but I won't. I barely even watch football on the telly with my dad.

Even though Real Madrid has some very good players on their team, I'd rather watch Manchester United play. I wonder if David Beckham is here? Oh gosh. What if he's here... in this stadium? What if he's in this section?! What if my mum knows Victoria? Why wouldn't she tell me? That's only if she does know her...

"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back soon."

My Mum nods her head. Well then. I walk through all of these people, ducking and getting cursed at. I finally make it to the stairs and walk up on them. I reach the top and walk towards the signs that have a stick woman and man on them. I'm guessing it's where the restrooms are. Oh my gosh! They look so close but are so far!

I start to run towards them and finally get there after ten seconds. This might be a new record for me. I walk into the woman's restroom and head straight for a stall. I pull my shorts down, and all that stuff, and do my number one. I do what girls do once they're done and put my shorts and underwear back on.

"Harper Seven, what do you think you're doing?"

I wonder what that mum's going through.

I wash my hands and get a paper towel. A lady walks out of a stall with a little girl. I walk out of the restroom and run into someone.

"Sorry," I say and walk away from the person.

Maybe that was Cristiano Ronaldo! No, it wasn't, but what if it was? I'd be dead.

I bet my mum knows Victoria Beckham, but knows me well enough to not tell me because I will freak out. That's my mum.

I walk back down the stairs, almost falling a couple of times. I find my mum and walk towards her. I get back to my seat and watch as everyone cheers for Ronaldo.

"Yes!"

We all know who my mum's cheering for... Cristiano Ronaldo of course. I mean, who else would she be cheering for?

Woah, my mum is getting into this game.

"Madison, can you go get me something to eat?"

"Sure, Mum."

I walk up the stairs for the second time in ten minutes and straight for the concession stand. What would my mum like to eat?

"What would you like?"

"A hamburger with just mustard."

"Name?"

"Madison Barker."

"I'll call your name when it's done" the boy says.

I nod my head and walk off. Maybe if I search hard enough, I'll find Taylor Swift here. Look at that wall! You know, people are probably thinking I'm weird since I'm the only person that's touching the wall...

Well, I'm a unique person. Weird is better than normal. Normal is boring.

"Are you okay?"

I turn around and smile sheepishly at the boy in front of me.

"Why would you ask that?"

"Well, you were just touching the wall."

"The wall's cold and it's very warm out right now," I say.

He walks closer to me then touches the wall himself.

I have to say, for Spain, it's really warm today.

"You're right, it is cold."

I really want to say I told you so, but I better not.

"I'm Brooklyn."

"Madison."

"It's nice to meet you, Madison."

"Same for you, Brooklyn."

You know, for a boy that kind of has a girls name, Brooklyn fits perfectly for him.

"Brooklyn!"

"I have to go. It was great meeting you, Madison."

"Bye, Brooklyn."

I watch as he walks away and gives me one last glance as he disappears into the crowd of people.

"Madison Barker!"

I walk over to the concession stand and grab the hamburger. I walk down the stairs for the second time and back to my seat. I hand my mum the hamburger and sit down.

The game ends in no time; Real Madrid won.

"When do we go back London?"

"Tonight, actually," Mum tells me.

"We're taking the train back?"

She nods her head.

"Your Aunt Maria and Gram Ana are coming as well," she adds.

Maria and my grandma meet us at the train station. Maria and Grandma Ana were born here in Madrid, Spain, while I was born in Paris, France. My mum was born in Manchester.

"Hola, Madison."

"Hola," I say back to my grandma.

We get onto the train and quickly sit down. To my house we go.