The Beckham Game (Brooklyn Beckham FanFic)

Breaking Hearts

Brooklyn took my hand as we went to a haunted house ride.

I took one look and flipped.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I screamed.

"What?" he laughed.

"Why do we have to go on a scary ride??" I asked him.

"I told you! Now c'mon scardy cat!" he started to walk off while I was left standing there.

He looked back.

"I'm not scared, I'm just tired of scary rides!" I yelled to him.

He smiled and ran back to me.

"You're scared, admit it" 

"I'm not! I love them. It's just that it might make you think you can hold me and we could get back together..." I whispered.

He looked at his feet.

"Shit sorry. I didn't mean it" I told him.

"Well um what ride do you wanna go on?" he asked me, sadly.

Ugh I've really hurt his feelings. Why am I always hurting people? 

"Ughhhh. Just lets go on this ride" I told him.

"Yes! Okay let's go!" he told me as he ran to the line.

I have to admit, he was really cute when he was excited. But no, I'm not falling for him!

We got in line and when we finally got to the front... Surprise Surprise we were in the front carriage. 

I stood at the gate and watched as Brooklyn got in. He sat there with his hand out for me to get on. I started to get butterflies. I don't even know why. I was nervous?

I grabbed his hand and pushed down the bar to hold us in. 

The ride was fucking scary. Everytime I flinched, Brooklyn held my waist. I wanted to tell him to let go but I kind of liked it. 

When we got out of the ride, Brooklyn grabbed both my hands and looked at me.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked.

"Uh...I guess so"

"Do you think there's any chance of us being together?" he asked me.

Why did I know he was going to ask that. He has done so much to me, but we've been through so much together.

"Mandy?" he asked again.

"Um... I don't know. I guess there's a chance but it's like... well let's just forget it" I told him.

"Mandy.  I love you. More than a friend"

"Love usually implies more than a friend..." I responded.

"I guess I'm hoping you feel the same way...?" he asked.

I looked at him. His soft, brown hair. His big brown eyes. His muscles.... wait what.? Mandy shut up. I don't know what came over me. It just happened. And I'm not to proud of it. I kissed him.

His soft lips with mine. His hand creeping lower down my body. I didn't pull away. Neither did he. Brooklyn grabbed my hands and entwined them with his, while still passionately kissing me. It was maybe 30 seconds later that I realized people were staring. I pulled away.

His smile was amazing. He smiled at me and grabbed my hand. 

"Is that a yes?" he asked, smiling.

I shrugged. 

"I don't even know" I responded.

"Be honest. Do you like me more than a friend?" he asked.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him into a small alleyway so that no one would stare at us anymore.

"Of course I do. You and I have been so close. But there has been so much that has happened. So many risks and problems. Cheating on me 3 times, Brooklyn? That was the biggest dickhead move. I can't trust you like I used to. I like you. Wait no I love you. But I can't  trust you..." I told him, finally taking a breath.

He looked away and then turned back.

"Mandy, you know that stupid smile I get when I think of you? Or how I don't even care if we talk about the dumbest shit... at least I'd be talking to you. When I look at you I see a lot of things.. My best friend, my secret holder, my tear stopper... my future. When we don't talk, I read our old conversations, smile like an idiot and then play music that reminds me of you. It hurts me that I can have you in my heart but not in my arms... I don't care about anyone or anything else i just wanna be good enough for you" 

Fuck.

"Brooklyn... I.." 

He cut me off.

"I'm in love with you Mandy Oslo"

I can't believe it all. He's said this stuff before... and it ended badly. But this... this feels different. It feels more real.

"I...I need to go" I told him.

I ran off, down and out the gate of the theme park. Grabbing a taxi and taking it back to the Beckham's house. I hurt him. I just broke his heart. I know I did. But I can't trust him anymore. I can't.

It's almost 5pm... and I just broke the love of my life's heart.

I hate myself.