Will She Be Okay? (A Romeo Beckham Story)

Chapter 9//Romeo

It was 8 o'clock the next morning, and Amira hadn't called me. I hoped and prayed that she was okay. Maybe she didn't like me the way Aaron and Jayden thought. Maybe she just wanted to be friends? The worries swirled in my brain, and I needed to block them out. I walked into Harper's room.
"Hey Harper!" I said. She was sat on the floor with her tea-set, her dolls seated for a tea party.
"Romeo, do you want to come to the tea party?" She asked. I laughed.
"Yeah okay.". She stuck a tiara on my head and set me a place. I played with her for about half and hour, until Mom came in and said it was time for her nap. I went back to my room to give her some quiet. I sat down at my desk. My phone rang. "Amira👫 wants to FaceTime". I accepted the call. Her gorgeous black hair was down, her face was makeup free and she was wearing One Direction pyjamas. I fell for her all over again.
"I'm so sorry to not have called sooner, we got back at half seven, and then I had to drop my cousin at home." She apologised.
"It's okay! Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine, are you and your family?" She asked.
"Yeah they're fine." I said. We spoke on FaceTime for hours; she straightened her hair and did her makeup, and I asked questions about what she how she was doing it. I did my hair.
"It looks cute like that." She said before I even did anything with it. She blushed.
"Thanks." I said shyly. I did my hair properly.
"It look cute whatever you do!" She said laughing. She had a beautiful smile. At some point, my mom walked in.
"Hello Amira!" She said.
"H-hello, Mrs Beckham." Amira said.
"Hi, sweetheart, how are you?"
"Good, thankyou, what about you, Mrs Beckham?"
"Victoria, sweetheart. And yes thankyou."
They spoke about me for a few minutes, then mom had to go.
"Lovely to meet you sweetheart, see you soon."
"And you Mrs Beckham, see you soon!".
When Mom was out of earshot, I said
"She likes you, I can tell."
"I hope so, I want your family to like me." She said.
"Aw. It doesn't matter what they think, I like you. " I had to tell her.
"I like you too." She said.
Eventually, she had to go. We hung up and I went to speak to Mom. She was in the kitchen with Dad and Brooklyn.
"What do you think?" I asked nervously.
"She's lovely, I have to say, you picked a good one there! She's very pretty isn't she?" Said Mom.
"Yeah she is." I said. Dad and Brooklyn whooped.
"I'm going to the studio, see you later." Mom announced. She walked out.
Dad looked at me and Brook.
"Brook, go and get Harper and Cruz ready, and you pair get some sports clothes on."
"Where we going Dad?" I asked.
"I want to put you and Brook in boxing, so you can look after yourself, and so you can defend yourself if you upset Amira!" We both laughed.
I went up and got some Adidas bottoms and a loose vest top. I wanted to go to the boxing club Amira went to, but I didn't know where it was or what it was called. I couldn't find out. I had to accept that I wouldn't see her for a long time. I had to arrange something soon.