'Please stay with me' - A Brooklyn Beckham fanfiction

NOBODY is allowed to break the heart of my little princess.

* Your brother's POV *

"...And now I've blocked his number and everything because I never want to see him again but I'm so confused because...it's his baby, too and he has to care about it, I can't do that alone but I hate this Boy so much -  ughh but I love him at the same time..."  My little sister cries and hides her red face in her hands. I'm just sitting her, my mouth wide opened. I can't believe what she just said. It seems so...unreal but I know that my sis is telling the truth. Shit! I hug her really thight, stroking her back to calm her down. "Shh, it's okay, I'm by your side and mum and dad will help you,too. Don't cry, beautiful, he isn't worth one single tear."  Y/n smiles gently, resting her head on my shoulder, I feel so sorry for my little sister. And I'll kill this fuckboy. I've never liked Brooklyn, he's an arrogant rich kid who breaks so many girls hearts. NOBODY is allowed to break the heart of my little princess. NOBODY! "Should I hurt this idiot? I'll find him and I'll kill him."  "You're so cute but no, thank you. I don't want him to die because the baby needs a dad. The fucking problem is that Brooklyn IS the dad and I WANT him to care about his child and I want to build a family with him even if it's pretty early but I love this fuckboy so much but I HATE him, too...Fuck, my life is a total mess."  "I understand you, princess. But you have to...Wait, do you hear that?"  What's that? It sounds like someone throws something at y/n's window. Okayyyy what the hell???? I jump up and rush to the window. "Chill, that's just Brooklyn, I guess." "Brooklyn?" I ask while I remove the curtains. "Yeah, he's here like every single day after our fight. But I never react because it sucks, although it is fucking cute but it hurts like hell when I look in his face." my sister answers. Before I could say anything, I'm the one who looks in Beckham's freaking face. Ughh, he makes me so angry.
I open the window and exclaim: "Hey, Beckham. What do you want? Stay the fuck away from my sister!" He looks at me and frowns. "I need to talk to your sister, please. I love her and I -" "Shut up." "No please. Can you say her that I was here? I...I miss her and I know that it's my fault but-" "Okay," I cut him off "I talk to her and she comes to you. Wait!" Brooklyn looks suprised but happy. "Oh god, thank you so much." Ha, this guy is so stupid! Does he really believe me? I'm NOT going to send y/n to him. "What? Should I go down to him?" Y/n asks with a confused and insecure expression. "No, I'm just kidding him. I am the one who goes to him. And I'm going to explain my opinion." "Okay, but PLEASE don't kill him lol" My sister smiles again. I love her cute smile and this fuckboy mustn't ruin this smile. "Stay in your room, see you in a few minutes." "Okay, good luck. Tell me everything." I nod and go down stairs. I'm pretty sure y/n won't hear us because our house is big and the walls are thick so I can insult Brooklyn. Or I can kill him ha.
A few seconds later, I look in his face again. "Wh-Where is y/n?" he asks confused. "She won't come. Do you really think she wants to see you? I mean...You've ruined her life and her future! She'll be a teenie mum. Great. And you just run away. Fuck you for hurting her." Brooklyn looks pretty angry now. What's wrong with this dude? He isn't allowed to be angry or nasty, je should feel sorry and guilty. "I fucking know that I'm an idiot and that I've hurted my girl so bad but I was so shocked and scared so I've overreacted but I really want this baby and I want to help y/n because I love her and I'm so so sorry." "Yeah, that's one thing but then you've met this shitty Chloe girl and hurted y/n even more. Are you serious? You can't talk with your ex about this baby it's so mean." "Fuck!" he shouts. Woah, this boy needs to calm down. "That's a big lie. It never happened." "Yeah, I'm sure it's a lie. I mean, it seems so unreal and I would never think that you would complain about your baby, that's so untypical for you." Note to sarcasm. "Please, go away now. And never Talk to y/n again. Fuck you." "But-" "No 'but'. Stfu and leave. Now." My face is so close to Brooklyn's and I know that he's afraid. Pussy. I push him out the door. "Bye, Beckham" I say and wave at him with a fake kindness." He turns around one more time, then he slowly walks away. "Shit!" I hear him say before he disappears around the corner. "Fuckboy" I sigh, entering our house and close the door. Before I step onto the stairs again, I see something white through the corner of my eye. It looks like a envelope or something. I slowly go to the envelope and lift it. My sister's name is written on the back in a neat handwriting. What the hell? I go to the living room and sit in the big white couch, opening the envelope. I ner it's from Brooklyn. Why didn't I noticed that earlier? Maby I shouldn't open the letter because it's y/n's, but I need to check it before I give it to her. I don't want my sister to feel hurted again because of a rude letter or something. And she needs to concentrate on her future, she needs to conclude with Brooklyn. So it's the best for her to don't know about this letter.
I open it and it's pretty long for a boy. I begin to read:
"Dear y/n!
I know that you won't listen to me and you've blocked my number and don't react to my attends so I've decided to write a letter. Pretty old - school, I know. And I'm not a good writer, but I've tried my best.
I want you to know that I still love you and I'm sure I'll never stop loving you. Even though you ignore me, you're the love of my life and that will never change.
And I understand your behavior. I'm a stupid idiot and I know that I've hurted you so bad. It's 100% my fault, baby. I've overreacted because I was so shocked and I'm so afraid of the future. But I've realised that I really want this child. I want to build a family with a cute little child and a great woman. It's pretty early, I mean we're 16 and we have to finish school but we can't change the fact that we're going to be parents in a few months. But now I know that I really want it and that I look forward to our little family. Maybe you don't want me anymore but I'll wait for you until I die and maybe you'll find a better guy who loves you and who treats you right but I'm sure he'll never loves you the way I do. But please listen to me and promise that I'm allowed to see the baby because I'm the daddy and I want to see this wonderful child, a mix of me and the person I love the most. Please babygirl, just talk to me again, just explain me your plan about your future, about OUR future! I'll understand your behavoir but PLEASE talk to me again and PLEASE let me see you again, I want you to know the truth about the rumor. The whole thing never happened, it's a stupid lie, I'd never talk behind your back with my ex girlfriend. But I think I should tell you this whole thing personally.

When you're ready to see me, baby then come to our place in two months. I have to go to L.A for some time because my mum forces me to do more photoshoots there, you know how she is...Plus I want to give you time to change your mind so think about your decision. I've choosen the 4th of september for our meeting, our anniverary. I promise, I'm not going to text you our call your our visit you until this day so I won't affect your decision. The time is 14:00 o'clock.

I hope I'll see you in a few weeks. Don't forget that you're my everything and that I want the baby and that I love you so so much. Take care of yourself and of our baby.

In love, your one and only boyfriend,

Brooklyn