Give Me Love (Brooklyn Beckham fanfic)

Chapter 22: Lonely.

Lonely. It was the only way I felt. Everything that had happened to me since just before Mum got her award for best leading actress for her role in "Misconception," was proof of how blind I had been. All I ever did was try to stay ordered, follow the conduct and be done with it. Is that who I am? Is that who I was? More importantly; Is that who I wanted to be?

I looked in the mirror, only seeing a lost young girl. My face was a blur, my view inhibited by the tears that fell. Is this who I am? Ironic how Mum was a main character in Misconception considering how much I had misconceived things.

Uncle Troy, who I had been living with ever since that newspaper exposure, knocked lightly on the door.

"Luna, are you okay in there?" He asked, his voice muffled by the door between us.

I managed, for the first time in a while, to speak an 'I'm fine', the word being poison on my tongue. He responded with an okay, and I had presumed he had walked away from the bathroom door. I waited for another few seconds, wiping the tears from my eyes, before opening the door to leave. There he stood, sympathy written all over his face.

"I knew it. Luna, look. You've been here for a good 2 weeks now. The only time you've left the house is to go shopping with me. You can't hide away forever. You need to find yourself; you need to find out who you are, not what your family name makes you."

"I- I just don't know how." I let out, sighing a heavy breath.

"First of all," Troy paused, grabbing his phone, wallet and car keys, as well as pulling out a camera from one of the drawers in the hallway. I didn't even know he had that.

"You're coming with me to Ascot Hills Park. There, you're going to take pictures; and realise what a camera does. Then we're coming back home so I can hear you play that guitar of yours you haven't picked up in 4 years." I didn't even bother protesting. As much as I hated the idea of trying to change my views, them being latched to me, I couldn't- and wouldn't face this world knowing I didn't even bother to understand it; knowing I didn't even try understand the true me. The me I haven't seen yet.

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Troy pulled over, my heart beating even faster as I realised the importance of what I was doing. Seeing the world through a lens was going to make me see the world in a different angle; I was going to be capturing the true Luna that hid deep inside of me; not the lost young girl that was on the surface; not the blur in the mirror.

We walked for a while, the raw untouched natural pavement underneath only bringing more tension towards me. This was the bare bones of the world. This was the bare skin and bones of me. Nature was all around me; but what was my nature? Why I one who despised, hated and zoomed in too much on one focal point? Or was I someone who wanted to zoom out a little, see the world through a different focus; was I someone who loved, someone who wanted to snap up the picture perfect image of life and live it?

A/N:

Hey guys! My first week of exams have gone! English Literature Paper 1 and Geography exams are tomorrow, so you're very lucky to have this chapter right now; I should be revising like mad.

I decided to take a little break though so here is the next chapter of GML.

8-10 chapters to go.

Please please comment what you thought of this! I haven't written in a while so would like to know if this chapter was good enough for you guys!

Love you all xx

Tom.