Falling For A Beckham || Brooklyn Beckham

Fandom

When you are in a fandom, the band takes most of your time and you dedicate most of your time and life to them. Maybe that's what I did with One Direction, but I love it. They are the only band I've cried over and will probably be the only band I ever do cry over.

When you wake up on a Friday morning, only to be informed by social media that Harry Styles has supposedly signed a contract with Columbia Records and will be going solo, you'd understand why it's currently Saturday morning and I'm crying.

My speakers, currently playing Five Seconds of Summer, are one one the only escapes I have today. Before they were playing Five Sauce, Taylor Swift's Speak Now album and the Camp Rock soundtrack were playing. The only thing I couldn't take from the Speak Now album is that every song reminded me of Harry freaking Styles.

I've decided that I'm going to fully commit myself to the Spice Girls fandom, where there is no drama whatsoever.

"How did we end up talking in the first place?" I shout along to End Up There, not caring if everyone in the house could hear me.

Long Way Home starts playing and I instantly think of Harry. Thanks, boys, I can't get away from that band for a minute because they helped you get famous.

I groan and lay back down on my, already, messy bed. I look over at my open closet and see the naked mermaid on the sleeve. Harry Styles is making me cry today, and I don't like it. I walk slowly over to the closet and shut the door. Heartbreak Girl then plays and the lyrics speak to me, literally since they're singing.

"Stupid bands." I mutter and lay back down on my bed.

"But I end up telling you what you wanna hear." The great, Australian, band sings to me just as my bedroom door opens and closes, but I don't even take a glance at who it is.

The person, whoever they are, sits down at the end of the bed before laying down next to me. I look over to my right, to see who it is, and smile at them.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"I heard you were having a bad day, so I decided to come over and make you melt." He sings the last part and I can't help but smile.

"Sad thing about this song is that I'm not American at all." I giggle as the song continues to play.

'How'd you know I was having a bad day?" I ask him and sit up.

"Liv called me," he says and I nod my head as he continues, "plus I heard about it because it's all over the Internet."

I nod as he sits up as well and wraps an arm around me. I sigh and just sit there for a good amount of time before I feel better since my boyfriend is sitting beside me, actually making my heart melt.