TRUST - a brooklyn beckham imagine

CHAPTER 45

*next morning*

OLIVIA'S POV:-

yesterday night was wild from the start to bottom. the stupid case filed by that stupid woman and the makeout . i sighed as i sat up on my bed, thinking about the touch, his soft lips moving in synchronization, i touched my lips the memories were so fucking fresh, i still could feel fucking everything, i rubbed my face, his voice saying he loves me was still ringing in my ears. i rubbed my face and sighed again. it isnt like i hate him for doing that, its just that i dont think so this is the right time, there r few more important things to do, i dont want to get distracted right now, after all i have to go to london for the case on sunday.

i dragged myself out of the bed and into the bathroom. i did my stuff and walked downstairs into towards the kitchen.

"good morning victoria." 

"good morning olivia."  she said from across the kitchen as i sat by the kitchen table. i was still really sleepy. i put my head on the kitchen table and groaned.

"still sleepy?"  victoria asked and i nodded lazily. she laughed and grabbed a coffee mug, i bet she knew  i needed my daily dose of caffeine. being with her is like being with a mother i never had, a mother i always wished for, i still remember how jealous and sad i used to feel when all of the kids parents used to come to see the school play when we were little, how they used to cheer and clap and shower kisses on them after the show, while i used to stand alone in one corner watching them silently.

i shook the thoughts off as i didnt wanted to sunk in them right now.

"where r others?"  i asked.

"david took romeo and cruz to their football classes and harper at her ballad classes and brooklyn is out for a run, he should be back by now." 

 i grabbed my phone, there were tons of missed calls and texts by yves. i didnt opened the texts.

a panting brooklyn came inside the house. i was busy with my coffee and didnt noticed him entering the kitchen. as he came infront of me our eyes met for a second before we both flushed and looked down. victoria gave us a curious look.

"i m gonna take a shower."  i said and rushed upstairs.

 i was about to keep m phone on the bed when it rang again. it was yves. i took a deep breathe and picked up the call.

"hey olivia."

"hey"

"i called and texted u so many times."

"umm yeah i know, yesterday was crazy, well u must have seen it in the news."  this was the first time i was so nervous to talk to him.

"yeah i saw that and chris called me too. um i actually cant go with u i m sick, its a viral fever and i dont want u to catch it, i m sorry i know i should be there for u to support u but i m sorry-"

"its ok, brooklyn is going with me."

"um if u need anything just call me and keep me updated."

"yeah take care and dont worry."  i said and he cut the line.

YVES'S POV:-

"yeah take care and dont worry."  she said and i cut the line.

"u lied to her."  mom said as she sat by my bed.

"yea-" as i was about to speak i started coughing, i covered my mouth and coughed, mom quickly patted my back, i removed my hand from my mouth, oh no ,there was blood on my palm. mom gasped.