The Footballer and the Model (Brooklyn Beckham)

.:Chapter Seven:.

Chapter Seven

"So here's SNOG!" Brooklyn exclaimed, standing in front of the shop with his arm around my shoulders which I really didn't want to remove. My mouth watered at the pictures of frozen yogurt on the windows with loads of different toppings. I almost forgot about the gorgeous boy at my side... Almost being the key word here. 

"You have good choice my friend," I nodded, walking towards the shop as quickly as possible, want to eat something as soon as possible. Brooklyn chuckled, guiding me to the queue and we waited for a little, no one turning back to see us so we were safe from any fan girls. For now anyway. The store inside was pretty as well, with lights dangling from the ceiling blasting out different colors every few seconds. 

"What do you want then, babe?" He asked once we had reached the front of the line, my eyes running over each mouth-watering topping. 

"Strawberry ice cream in the large cup, with chocolate brownies, oreos, marsh mellows and gourmet popcorn," I grinned, licking my lips. 

"Would you like any sauce with that, dear?" The woman at the till asked, typing the orders into the cash register quickly. 

"Strawberry please," I nodded. She looked over at Brooklyn. 

"Coconut ice-cream in the classic cup, caramel sauce, banana, coconut and fudge brownies please," He told her and she began filling our cups with our orders, placing Brooks down first and then mine. 

"Aren't you David Beckham's son?" She asked, the people behind us sighing in boredom and impatience. 

"Yes m'am I am," He nodded and she handed him a sheet of paper which he scribbled his signature on and a small message that she asked him to write for her grand-daughter. 

"Have a good day!" She called after us as we left, digging into our ice-cream. 

"Jesus is this from heaven," I moaned, taking furious bites out it, probably getting it all over my mouth but I didn't care, it tasted too good. 

"Probably," He agreed, eating his in a lot more civilized manor without getting any around his mouth and if he did, he just licked it off. "You have it all over your face." He burst out laughing, staring at my face and rocking with laughter. 

"For gods sake," I groaned, trying to lick it from around my mouth. 

"How the hell could you get it on your forehead?" He exploded, people turning to stare but I didn't care, I could only focus on how cute Brook look when his face was scrunched up with laugher. 

"Get it off me then!" I pouted, and he smirked, grabbing my elbow and pulling me closer as I yelped in shock. He bent forward and pressed his lips to my forehead, and flicked his tongue teasingly over it, making me push him away with a fake annoyed expression. "Did you just lick my forehead?"

"You tell me," Brook smirked, taking another spoonful of the frozen yogurt into his mouth, leaving a bit on the corner of him mouth. I also pressed my lips to the corner of his mouth and before I could pull away, his hand was on the back of my head, pressing out lips together. I knew Simon was somewhere nearby but at that very moment, I didn't care. 

Holding my ice cream in one hand, I cupped his cheek with the other, as he began to move his lips against mine. I won't go into detail, but it felt pretty amazing. I didn't want it to end, the burning stares not discouraging me at all because it was just him. He made me forget, he made me happier than anyone had before. 

He pulled away because we were both desperate for air, but the way he looked at me made me want to melt. His eyes were shining and bright, the corners crinkled because of his smile and drew me in deeper. 

I liked him. 

I knew that but this was deeper than I had ever fallen before. Of course Brooklyn could make me feel like this. 

"You taste like strawberry," He stated, cocking his head to the side. "And chocolate." 

"I wonder why? It's not like I'm eating a strawberry frozen yogurt with chocolate toppings is it?" I threw back sarcastically. "I wonder why you tasted like coconut." 

"Well sorry beautiful," He retorted. A blush rose up on my cheeks and he took my hand in his own, walking around London and buying some designer stuff, kissed a little bit more and went for dinner before we went to see fallout boy that evening. 

We got a pizza and sat inside, Simon sitting on his own table so he didn't intrude on us, probably feeling awkward that he had watched us snog in front of everyone. We had a Margarita pizza seen as though I refused to eat any sort of meat and shared it between the two of us. 

"Okay, lets play 20 questions," Brook announced, sipping his can of coke. 

"You go first then," I sighed, knowing we had nothing else to do. 

"First boyfriend?" He asked. I rose my eyebrow. 

"A boy called Dan last year. A total tool. First kiss?" 

"Year 6. Favourite band?" 

"Fallout boy or One Direction." 

"Strange mix." 

"Shut up. Favourite song?" 

"Look after you by The Fray. What's yours?" 

"Simple as This by Jake Bugg." It continued like this until we had completely demolished the pizza between us and we were on the road to go to Wembley Arena. 

"But seriously, you look gorgeous today," Brooklyn suddenly said, his eyes gleaming. I could feel my cheeks turn hot as I looked down at my hands which was laced together on my lap. 

"Thank you," I whispered. "You're not too shabby yourself." He smirked placing his hand over the two of mine, his thumbs rubbing circles on them, which sent electricity shooting through my body and made me want to grab his collar and kiss the life out of him. He was being so sweet today and this was the guy I liked. The guy I wanted. 

And we had an incredible evening.