Crazy In Love | Brooklyn Beckham (ON HOLD)

A f t e r M a t h

"Ava, get your ass out of bed. Mum just made breakfast." A voice said, whipping my bedroom door open.

"Get your ass out of bed.". Matured accent. Attitude. Yep, definitely my older sister, Grace.

I groaned, rolling over. I was hoping she would just leave me to continue sleeping, but nope. She walked over to my black-out curtains and opened both, the bright sunlight beaming into my eyes. But she didn't stop there. As I covered my blue eyes with my comforter, Grace pulled my blankets off of the bed. Normally I would cover myself, as I was only wearing a tank top and knickers, but I could barely lift a finger let alone both my arms. My sister said something under her breath before stomping out of my room. And people wonder why I hated her so much.

Right as I heard her bitching to my mother about how I wasn't cooperating with her, I decided it was best if I just got my butt out of bed. It took me around five minutes to pull myself from my pillow, get into my bathroom, and brush my teeth. Normally I would wash my face and pull my hair into a bun, but it was Saturday and who wants to do that anyways?

Walking down the stairs, I wandered into the kitchen and sat next to my younger sister, Sophie. I could actually stand being in the same room with her, unlike Grace. My mum passed a plate of whole wheat waffles, blueberries, raspberries, syrup, toast, and eggs as I piled as much as I could on my plate. I hadn't eaten the prior night after I left the Beckham's, so I was starved. As my dad passed me the bowl of raspberries, I dumped the entire thing onto my plate. No one else in my family likes raspberries, or at least as much as I do. I admit, I do think they can be sour and tart, but I was all for sour flavors.

No one talked for a good fifteen minutes and by then my mum was already finished with her breakfast. But we have a rule in our family- besides no phones at the table, everyone must stay seated until the last person finishes. Whenever I want to piss my sisters off, I eat extra slow. But most of the time I rush, hoping that I can get out of there ASAP.

Grace ate the last blueberry off her plate before bringing it over to the double sink and rinsing the syrup off her hands. As she sat down, she turned to me with a mischevious grin on her face. "So, Av. Mum tells me you have a boyfriend."

My dad nearly choked on his orange juice and I could hear Sophie giggling in the corner. I looked over at my mother who was staring at the table.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I laughed slightly, hoping my blushing cheeks wouldn't prove them otherwise.

Grace furrowed her brows, crossing her legs. "Last night you were over his house though? Brooklyn was it?"

Why did my mum tell Grace? Out of all people, I would never want her to find out about my relationships. I mean, there wasn't even a relationship, but still. It's my business, not theirs.

"Oh, that guy. We had to hang out to finish a project. You had Mr. Jenson, you'd probably remember the human body project, Grace." I smirked, hoping she would shut up.

She smirked right back. "Oh right. Brooklyn's a very unusual name here in the UK. Would he happen to be the Beckham's son?"

"Yes," I tilted my head and smiled
fakely. "He's a Beckham. Speaking of which, Victoria says hi and wishes us luck on the new house. I was so confused on how she knew that and figured there must be a backstory. So, mum, how do you know the Beckham's?"

My mum sighed and rubbed her temples, her eyeslids shutting. "It's a long story. But she came by the store the other day and seemed flustered. I asked what was going on and she said that paparazzi were following her. I said that she could hide in my store until they left. We got to talking and she mentioned that she had a party on Sunday and invited your father and I. Then I told her we were in the process of moving."

I giggled to myself. "Well she invited me, too. But I hope you're going to actually come dad, so we won't have to assume you're hooking up with the secretary."

In that moment my intentionally sarcastic comment turned quite serious and I knew I had ruined breakfast. Yet again. Right as I said that, my dad dropped his butter knife on the table and stood up. He grabbed my plate, as well, as I went to stab a raspberry with my fork.

"I wasn't done." I said quitely, looking down at the table.

As I looked back at the table I realized both Grace and my mum had left the table, leaving me and Sophie sitting. But before I knew it Sophie stood up and walked to her bedroom.

And in that moment I knew I shouldn't have said that.

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Welcome back!

Woah, what do you think went wrong with Ava's "sarcastic" comment?

I quite like the text in the center, do you? Looks more professional in my opinion (:

I'm going to be putting up more chapters within the next few days!

I'm also thinking about writing a few more fanfics, one with Brooklyn and maybe one or two with other celebs. I was thinking Josh Hutcherson, Dylan Sprayberry or O'Brien, Niall Horan, maybe a TV show fanfic. Let me know what you think and who you would like to see in any other fanfics :) (ps. if I don't like or know too much about that celeb or show, I won't use your idea. don't take it personally!)

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