Look Alike (Brooklyn Beckham fanfic)

Chapter 1

This all started when my mom pitched the idea that I go and visit my twenty-two year old older sister, Violet. Violet had moved to Rome, Italy to go to college there six months ago, and I guess it wasn't going the best for her, which is why my parents sent me here for July and part of August so I could spend my summer with her, and attempt to cheer her up, as my mom said.

We had currently gone in a complete circle four times around the same four hotels, searching for a place to eat, but we couldn't find one, and Violet had no idea where we were even at.

"Can you go see if they have a map in their, please?" My older sister, Violet asked me as we stood outside a fancy hotel.

"You have lived in Rome for six months, how do you not know your way around this place?" I asked as I rushed into the fancy hotel.

I made my way to the front desk and smiled. "Hi, do you guys have a map my sister and I can use, we're lost."

"You're not lost, Miss Fulton, this is the hotel you and your boyfriend have reservations with." The man behind the front desk said as he pulled out a key and pushed it towards me.

"No, you have it all wrong, my name is Elena Pellini." I informed him as I started to take a few steps back.

The man leaned towards me, "You don't have to use a fake name, Miss Fulton, no paparazzi are here. Your boyfriend, Mr. Beckham is said to arrive later this evening, please, make yourself at home."

"I'm confused." I said.

"Step into the elevator and press the 'p' button for your penthouse suite, everything should be up there." The man once again pushed the key into my hand, but he actually managed to slip it into my hand this time.

"We thought you would be arriving with Brooklyn, your boyfriend, but that's okay, everything is all ready for you right now."

"You really don't understand!"

"Michael, could you please escort Miss Fulton up to her penthouse?"

The young man in a green work uniform came forward and smiled at me. "Of course, right this way, Miss Fulton."

I looked back to see Violet standing in the lobby area, giving me a confused look. I shrugged my shoulders and waved for her to come catch up with us.

"Miss Fulton do you know this young lady?" Michael asked me as my sister ran up to me and gave me a weird look.

"Miss Fulton?" Violet asked. "This is my sister."

"I was not aware you had a sister." Michael said as we watched the elevator doors close and jolt to life as it started to take us to the pent house.

"She's my best friend, we're just so close we call each other sisters." I jumped in. I don't know why I lied, why I was pretending to be this 'Miss Fulton' girl whoever she was, but I thought it would be easier than trying to tell them i'm Elena Pellini from Corrales, New Mexico, I was seventeen years old and if all of my family put our money together, we still wouldn't be able to afford this penthouse, or even a room in this fancy hotel.

"Well here we are, you are safe here, we have security guards at each end of the hall, you can order whatever you would like and let me know if you need anything else." Michael said as he opened up the penthouse doors to us.

The pent house was massive and elegant. The color gold was all over and it looked like a picture from a fairy tale.

"I think we are good, thank you Michael." I dug in my coat pocket and handed him a dollar.

Michael gave me a weird look as he looked down at the crumpled up dollar that was in his hand, then he nodded and made his way back to the hallway. "Oh yes, Miss Fulton?" Michael said as he peeked his head back into the door. "You don't have to use that fake American accent anymore, you're safe here."