Falling For A Beckham || Brooklyn Beckham

The Third Wheel

When you're walking down London trying to find your two friends, who seem to be lost, it will take quite a while. It may come to a surprise to some of you that I actually get along quite well with Chloë and to some it may not. But getting along isn't why I'm walking around London. It's to find her and Brooklyn.

I told them when I was at Subway to just go to the store they were going to and I now regret it because I don't know where the store is. I've spent half an hour looking for the place and have seen in nowhere. She told me it was close to Big Ben but I still haven't seen it.

I get my phone out and call her.

"Hey, where are you?" The American girl asks me.

"In front of Big Ben. Where are you?" I look around for them.

"That's ten minutes away from us. We'll just meet you there, so stay where you are." She tells me and we exchange farewells before she hangs up.

I walk around in a circle, but get dizzy after a minute and stop. I play Let it Goat on my phone until I get bored after dying eight times. I put my phone in my butt pocket and see Chloë and Brooklyn walking towards me with their hands laced together. Chloë spots me and gets excited and lets go of Brooklyn's hand as the both of us run to each other and meet in the middle.

We both smiles as we wrap each other up in a hug as people stare, but who cares about them?

"I missed you." She says and hugs me once again and I the same with her.

"Same, even though we were away from each other for two hours." I tell her and the both of us laugh.

I stand beside the couple as they walk hand-in-hand. I sigh and place the sunglasses that are resting on my head above my eyes. Photos are constantly being taken as the three of us continue to walk back to the store they were already at. I bet, to them, I look like the third wheel. But I also feel like it.