Being Brooklyn

Chapter 15

Hi guys,

Sorry it's been three months since I've uploaded. I haven't had much time to write anything lately. But guess what? I went to their concert about a month ago and when they were on the floating platform thing, Harry and Liam waved at my friends and I. Since that concert, I've been hit with the biggest train of feels and I have an entire plotline planned out to finish this story. From there I'm not really sure what I'm going to do. I have a plotline for a sequel planned, but I'm not really sure if I'm going to write it. Please leave your thoughts in the comments… AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE 2,931 READS OHMIGOSH.

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*Niall's POV*

It had been hours since we got on the plane. I, knowing my luck, had gotten stuck sitting next to the grump master himself, Harry. My flight was just god-awful.

"Ladies and gentlemen, flight 4045 will be landing in Sacramento shortly. It is 1:33 in the afternoon and absolutely gorgeous weather. Sunny, not a cloud in the sky and a scorching 86 degrees. We will be landing in 34 minutes, so please buckle your seatbelts and do not move about the aircraft."

"Dang. I really needed to use the loo." Louis whispered in my ear from behind. I laughed so hard that my seat shook violently and I accidently woke Harry from his nap.

He glared at me, causing me to quake with laughter again.

"What do you find so funny?" Harry snapped.

"Sorry, McSnappy, but I just found it funny that this lad o'er here needed to use the loo, and then you happened to wake up!" I said with a smile pasted on my face as I pointed at Louis.

"Go away." Harry grumbled, and turned over. He was passed out within the next seconds.

We landed and pushed our way through the mob of screaming girls towards the van that was awaiting us. Liam finally decided that it would be best to try to drive to Brook's hometown, Huntington Beach, because maybe she wanted some time alone at home.

So that's exactly what we did.

The drive from Sacramento to Huntington Beach was not a comfortable one. We sat in silence for the majority of the ride, and when it wasn't silent, we were all sleeping or Harry and I were at it again, screaming at each other, accusations flying.

"How the hell could you like her? You knew I liked her. Huh? Why would you have a crush on her when I already called dibs on her!" I screamed over Liam's head to Harry.

"She wouldn't be gone if you hadn't told her you liked her!" Harry had yelled, "It's all your fault. You scared her away. And, I doubt she even likes you. I mean look at you."

At that comment I turned around to stare back out the window, plugging my earbuds in as I flipped Harry off.

"Listen to me. We're in Huntington Beach, now. We're here to find Brooklyn and get her back to Paul. I don't want you or Harry to fight over her anymore. You won't be staying in the same hotel room, nor will I allow you to talk to each other," Liam paused, thinking, "Or her, for that matter. And Niall, she isn't an item that you can call dibs on. She's a human being, not someone's possession." Liam let go of my shoulder, "Now does anyone know where she lives?"

*Keaton's POV*

"Holy, holy, holy. What are we supposed to do?" I screeched, pacing back and forth. I was a nervous wreck. The girl we had just met, and known for less than thirty minutes had already practically died right in front of us. I had no idea how to respond to a situation like this. I had never had to save someone's life before. It was a scary situation that no one should ever have to endure. My heart was racing, my head was spinning, not to mention I was barely breathing. I thought I was going to pass out, too.