I Know You Care (Brooklyn Beckham Fanfic)

Chapter One

"Isn't it beautiful?" Mrs. Parker said to her daughter, Elle.

Elle carried the cardboard box containing kitchenware into the foyer of the flat. She placed the box down on the dark, wooden floor as carefully as she could. She looked back up, and she scanned the room surrounding her. It wasn't big, but it was bigger than she was used to. The wooden floors carried themselves throughout the flat. Luckily, the flat that they had just rented was on the second floor of the building, so it wasn't too much of a climb to get inside.

"Yeah, it's sick." Elle commented quietly, smiling in awe of the flat that had been presented before her.

The flat had two floors. The first floor contained the soon-to-be kitchen on the first door on the left. And as the hallway continued, the second door on the left held a family room. The door at the end of the hallway on the right led to a small bathroom. The stairs that led to the second floor of the house were also made of dark wood. The second floor held the Master Bedroom (which would be Mrs. Parker's room), which also had a connecting bathroom. The second floor also held another bedroom with a connecting bathroom, which would be for Elle. The flat was the perfect size for the two of them.

"Soon enough, we will be all moved in. I know it seems like a lot of empty space right now and a lot of boxes. But I promise you that it will look great in the end. You will be proud to call this place your home." Mrs. Parker smiled at her daughter.

"Yeah, definitely. I'm so excited to decorate my room. I think it's time for a change, don't you think?" Elle told her mother as she exited the flat once again to retrieve more boxes.

Her mother nodded in agreement, and she followed her daughter back downstairs, so she could bring some boxes back inside as well. It would be a new life for them.

"There's only two more left." Elle explained to her as she approached the moving van. Elle was somehow managing to balance three boxes on herself as she moved upstairs.

Mrs. Parker grabbed the last two boxes, and she put them on the ground outside, so she could pay the man for letting them use the moving van. As the van drove away from her, she picked up the last two boxes, and she carried them up to the flat.

"Did you get 'em?" Elle asked as her mother appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah. That's the last of them. Finally." Mrs. Parker sighed in relief. It had been a long day of packing and moving and driving and moving, and now, they would have to unpack everything that they had been packing for the past week and a half.

Elle and her mother stumbled into the family room, exhausted from their day of moving. Moving to London had been tiring enough, but now that they were there, they would have to discover how to navigate their way around the large and unknown winding streets of the city. They didn't know anyone who lived in London. In fact, they had only made the decision to move a few months prior.

They both collapsed on to the couch that had just been moved into the room, and they watched a blank TV screen for a few minutes. They hadn't installed anything yet, so there was nothing to watch. Elle began to stare out the window and on to the concrete streets of London.

"London is a lot bigger than Bristol." Elle said out loud, to no one in particular. It was an obvious comment, but her mother understood why she had said it.

Her mother sat up from her lying down position on the couch.

"It's going to be great, you know that, yeah?" Mrs. Parker reminded her.

"Yeah...but it's almost too big. I feel like I'm being drowned out by the size of everything." she explained to her mother, slightly nervous and afraid.

Mrs. Parker sighed, and she rubbed her daughter's shoulder, bringing her in closer, so she could hold her like she did when Elle was younger.

"Don't treat this whole thing like it was a mistake. It was a gift from your father. I found a job, and he gave us the money. We always talked about it, your father and I. We always wanted to move out here. It was our dream to be in a big city that was so fantastically unfamiliar. He gave us a chance to do this." Mrs. Parker said excitedly.

Elle raised her eyebrows, almost laughing at her mother's words.

"A gift? Is that what you are going to call it? If it was always the dream, then why isn't he here?" Elle asked, agitated.

"Sometimes, things don't always work out the way you want them to. And you have to accept that, Elle." her mother told her.

"Whatever." Elle said, moving away from her mother's touch.

"Please don't be angry at me. You know that we couldn't just stay in Bristol after what happened."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I know. I'm not angry at you."

Mrs. Parker leaned toward her daughter, playing with a strand of her hair. "Look on the bright side: you get to make new friends, and you get to explore a new city. You get to live in a new place. It's all new and exciting and different! Change can be fun. You just have to let go of how things used to be."

"Yeah, that's gonna be fun." Elle smiled weakly at her mother.

"School starts in just two weeks. You're going to be great." Mrs. Parker assured her.

"Thanks mum." she hugged her mother.

They lay on the couch for twenty minutes in comfortable silence. It seemed as though they were going to fall asleep there. Neither of them minded that much. They were too tired to figure out the whole bed situation.

"I'm tired!" Elle groaned, raising her voice a bit.

"I know. I'm going to be even more tired in the morning. I can already tell. I hate that feeling. You're going to need to go get me some coffee tomorrow. There's probably a coffee shop or a Starbucks around here somewhere. You have the challenge of finding me some coffee." Mrs. Parker decided, smiling at her daughter.

Elle groaned again because she knew that she was not going to want to do that either. But in the end, she probably would do it anyway because she loved her mother.

"Please?" her mother asked.

"Fine." Elle agreed, shifting her position on the couch. She was taking up most of the space on the couch, but Mrs. Parker allowed it because she had agreed to get her coffee in the morning.

They fell asleep like that.