Oblivious

Chapter Nine- Bottles & Yets

So I just wanted to point out that this chapter starts in Brooke's POV but then it swaps to Niall's partway through. Hopefully not too confusing :) I'll try not to change POV's within chapters anymore. Sorry bout that. 

OKAy. Well enjoy :)

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~Brooke's POV~

"Sure. It's just down the way."

"Great. Thanks."

"Have a nice day, ma'am."

I sighed, wanting this work day to just be over. My mind had a way of aimlessly drifting into the most pointless of pointless thoughts during the workday. Whether that be the effect of my mind growing tired through the day, or the effect of me just being bored. Either of which were totally feasible. 

I always required a wake up call if you will to get me out of my frequent dazes. Such as the phone that was now shimmying under my leg. 

"Hey, bud! What's up?" I said into my cell phone that was perviously buzzing under my jean covered thigh. 

"I miss you!" Alex whined through the phone. 

"I miss you too! Why are you calling? I'm at work."

"I know, but you said that basically nobody calls or comes into the office between 11:00 and about 11:20, so I thought I'd call you."

"How do you remember that? I don't even remember that half of the time."

"Yeah, well I remember things, unlike you," he teased.

"Oh really? Bring up something from a long time ago, and see if I remember."

"Do you remember the rumor that caused Chanah Smith to trip me at Billy Olden's 11th birthday party?"

Shit. He got me there. 

"That's not fair! That one's totally obscure! You had like 8 other years of stuff to choose from and you chose one from before we were really friends? We were eleven!"

"Well, sure, but you said something from a long time ago. Plus, I remembered it, and you didn't, so I win."

"You're ridiculous."

"I know, but that's why you're going to be jumping up and down when you pick me up from Heathrow on Monday."

My eyes shot open in surprise. My best friend-other than El-was coming halfway across the world to see me? That sounds great, but why the hell would he just pick up and leave?

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah. You're picking me up... unless you don't want to see me."

"That's fine," I said, waving it off, "But, why are you coming back to London? What happened?"

"Um, well-it's a long story and you probably only have about 5 minutes until someone calls or comes to the office, so," he trailed off. 

"Oh. Call me tonight then, yeah?"

"Could I just explain in person? I need some time to think it over, myself."

"Yeah, sure. That's fine."

"Well, I have to go but I'll see you soon. I'll text you my flight info and everything."

"Perfect, thanks."

"Love you, Brookie."

"Love you too, Al. Bye," I smiled even though he was across the globe and couldn't see my reaction.