Those Three Words - (Beau Brooks / Luke Brooks Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventeen - Keep Quiet

"I'm not joking anymore, come back to bed!" Beau shouted from my room.

I then heard his foot hit the floor, meaning he was off the bed. Crap. I was still in shock from what I just read, I could bear to let him see me in tears. I chucked his phone onto the couch and stood there thinking out a plan.

I was going to run and hide, making sure my eyes weren't still red and puffy from crying then I was going to find him again and act like everything was fine, then ask Harry his opinion on what to do. It wasn't the perfect plan but it was okay for the time.

"I don't care if I have to drag you up the stairs over my shoulder, you're coming upstairs!" I heard from the top of the stairs.

I ran as fast as my crippled leg could take me, but where was best? I got around the corner and thought to myself. The kitchen? No, I'm always in there, too obvious. The garden? No, too cold. Where do I never go in the house? The gym!

I was sat in the dark by the cross trainer for approximately 5 minutes before my eyes stopped crying. I cleared my face, took a deep breath and made my way out of the gym.

The house was incredibly creepy when I was alone in the dark.

I walked really slowly along the wall, hoping I wouldn't bang into anything, when suddenly... Bang!

Next thing I know, me and Beau were on the floor, me landing onto him.

It was like déjà vu, from the first night we met, he looked beautiful. I remember every time he turned to look at me, my heart raced, or even when I was near him, it was magical and I could tell that there was chemistry. He could tell there was too, I know. I reminisced on everything, our first attempts of kissing. Our first kiss. Our first date. Our first Halloween. Our first time. After thinking back o then thought of the lies. Beau lying. Becca lying. My tears then came back. I was doing so well, it was almost as if his touch made me crumble.

"Oh my god, baby are you okay? How's your leg?!" He said with so much care in his voice.

"I'm fine, I swear." He still cared, he still loved me.

"What are you doing at this part of the house, I never thought I would see the day." Well done Beau for spoiling the moment. He reached for the light switch so we could actually see each other.

"Ha ha, very funny. Actually i was just.. I was-"

"Are you crying Bella? What's wrong with you? And please don't lie to me."

Ha! He's one to talk about lying. Cunt.

"No, everything okay, I just love you.. A lot. I don't want to lose you." That wasn't all of the reason why I was crying, but he couldn't tell when I was lying.

"I love you too, you won't lose me. I promise, we will stay together for as long as I'm living."

He kissed me with so much love. But could I tell when he was lying? I didn't know he was texting another girl, was I that naïve?

I held in the tears for another couple of minutes, I knew that when we were in bed and the light was off, I was free to cry as much as I wanted without Beau knowing.

He helped me up, making sure I was in no pain, and we made our way back to bed.

I dragged my broken ankle up each step, and clenched my fist each time I bumped it on the banister.

I jumped onto the bed, relieving my ankle from pain, Beau jumping shortly after. There, I could let the tears out, I could let the pain free, and I could cry as much as I wanted. But I didn't. I didn't feel any hurt, I felt fine. I didn't feel any hatred at that point. I thought to myself, I can't accuse him of anything unless I ask him myself. I would hate to be accused of doing something I haven't done, especially getting screamed at for it. That would of extremely damaged mine and Beau's relationship, if there wasn't anything going on and they were just talking , he would never forgive me. I just decided to ask them both separately what their excuses were, and if they were good enough, just let everything blow over.

No arguments. Not now anyway.

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I woke up to The Key App, followed by Justin asking if I had dreamt about him, what a lovely alarm. It was 9:00am, giving me plenty of time to get ready for my dinner... Meeting with Harry. For some reason Beau wasn't beside me, whenever I usually woke up, I was greeted by an adorable, tanned face, making me want to stay in bed. Knowing I didn't have a reason to stay in bed, I hopped out (literally hopped) and started to run the shower.

Slowly pulling my pyjama shorts down over my cast, I hummed along to the radio playing the most irritating song in history (but everybody loves it secretly) - Blurred Lines. My top was easier to pull off considering that half of my body was fully functional.

Just in my underwear I felt a slight breath just below my ear, then a tender kiss on my neck. That little touch regained my strength to continue my relationship with Beau for a while. He quickly spun my around, so ours foreheads were touching, leaning on each other.

"Morning beautiful, I've made you some breakfast." He kissed my nose and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Thank you baby. What's on the menu?" I smirked. "Pancakes? Toast? Cheese on toast? Cereal?"

"No actually, I've gone for the full English breakfast. Eggs, bacon, beans, hash browns, mushrooms."

"Wow, you're so good to me, how could I repay you?" He grinned as soon as those words left my mouth, pushing me onto the double bed.

He pressed his lips onto mine, and I rolled myself onto his body. He speedily unclipped my bra, pulling it from my body.

He broke off the kiss, "I love you Bells, so, so much," then started it again. I smiled with so much joy and sat up, so that i was straddling Beau.

My hands slid down his tank top, then over his crotch area. He smiled at me biting his bottom lip. Was we allowed to do it in the morning? There wasn't any rules about it, why not?

I fiddled with the button on his pants before slowly pulling down his zip. I pulled down his shorts, my body sliding down there with them.

"Mm, baby, we can't do this now.. I've got to be somewhere." He said with disappointment.

"Me too, you're right. What was it thinking?"

"No no no, I want to, I really, really want to, but now isn't the best time." He stood up and pulled me up with him, and pulled me in close, kissing my forehead.

"I love you, now go and get in the shower, your breakfast is going cold!"

"I love you too, but don't tell me what to do." I spun around with sass, and he smacked my bum as I wondered into the bathroom.

Little did he know I was getting ready to meet Harry.