Falling For A Beckham || Brooklyn Beckham

Christmas Shopping With Victoria

So, Christmas shopping with Victoria Beckham is great...

"Okay, what do you want to get your mum, brother, and dad?" Victoria asks me as we enter H&M.

"I'm thinking about a couple shirts, for my mum, go to Abercrombie and Fitch for my brother, and then get a few shirts for my dad at Ralph Lauren."

We finish shopping for my mum and make our way to Abercrombie and Fitch. She picks up a few things for Romeo, Cruz, and Brooklyn and then meets me at the food court to get something for lunch.

"Do you have an idea of what I should get for David?" Victoria asks me biting into her hamburger.

"You're the only thing he needs," I smile shyly at her.

It's true. She's the only thing he needs. Plus he told me, before we left, to not let her get him anything.

"Are you sure? He might want something."

"I'm absolutely sure, Victoria." I say.

I walk into my room and wrap the presents before getting ready for bed.

"Mads, aren't you going to eat dinner?" My mum walks into my room, confused.

"I'm not really hungry tonight, but I am tired," I tell her. "I'm just going to go to bed early tonight."

"Okay, goodnight, I love you." She kisses my forehead and leaves my room, shutting the door behind her.

I press play and get ready for my night of John Hughes movies. Which is basically The Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles, and then other movies such as St. Elmo's Fire and About Last Night.

I start off with Sixteen Candles and instantly fall asleep after Sam gives Ted her underwear.

I wake up to something beeping against my ear. I leap up and then stare at the device, my phone, beside me that's singing The Final Countdown by Europe.

"Hello?" I ask, my voice deep and raspy.

"Is it a bad time?" Brooklyn's voice rings through my ears.

"No, it's only..." I look at the time. "Two in the morning."

"It's a bad time. I call back when you can comprehend everything."

I honestly don't know what that King word means right now...

"No, no, just tell me now." I tell him.

"I just wanted to ask if you, and your mum and brother, would like to come over to ours for Christmas?"

"I'm in, I'll just have to ask the other two. I'll get the answer back to you tomorrow." I tell him.

"Okay," he says, making it sound like he wants to say something else.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" I ask him.

"Um, would you, maybe, want to um..."