Being Brooklyn

Chapter 6

We were all perched on the edge of our seats, watching Toy Story 3. "No! Buzz don't help him! He's a bad guy! NOOOOOO!" Liam screeched at the TV screen. We all stared at him.

"Is he always like this?" I asked, smirking. The boys all nodded their heads and held their stomachs as they laughed.

"Huh? What happened?" Liam asked, completely lost in his own world.

"Aye, nothing mate." Niall proclaimed in his adorable Irish accent. I felt as if I would faint right there on the spot.

Finally the movie drew to a close and the ending credits were slowly crawling up onto the screen. I looked over at Liam to see him sniffling. His eyes were puffy and red, like he had been crying. "Awwwh." I thought to myself, "Liam's a softy for sappy movies!"

 For the split second that I zoned out, Niall had lifted me up of the very comfortable couch and thrown me over his shoulder and was now headed for the stairs.

"AGGGHHHH! PUT ME DOWN!" I yelled as I kicked his chest and pounded his back, repeatedly.

"SUPERMAN SAVE ME!" I called out to Louis, still helplessly flailing on Niall's shoulder.

"NO! Jimmy protested." Louis repeated his favorite quote.

Harry, Liam and Zayn followed Niall and I up the stairs, looking quite amused at my tantrum. Each boy was gripping the hand rail to prevent themselves from rolling right back down the stairs.

At the end of the hallway there was a door, hanging slightly ajar. I looked closer, there was a blue sign hanging from the door. It read "Brooklyn's Room. Enter at your own risk." I chuckled under my breath. Niall charged down the hallway, slamming into the door, knocking the pretty sign onto the floor. He hurdled over the white desk chair and threw me on to the bed. The once light turquoise, smoothed out bedspread was now full of wrinkles. I sat up and laughed, "You guys are insane."

Liam chuckled, "Love, that's our middle names." I laughed along and flopped backwards onto the comfortable bed.

"So… do you like it? I picked the wall colors!" Niall broadcasted, his cheeks flushing rosy red.

 I gazed around from where I was perched on the bed. The walls were an elegant yet, chic shade of turquoise, and the room was filled with white furniture; white desk and chair, white dresser and armoire, white night stand, white bed frame with white curtains draped like a canopy. The wide double French doors were opened slightly to reveal a balcony over looking the River Thames, and there was a slight breeze causing the sheer white curtains to sway and dance. To top it off, the room had its own bathroom and walk-in closet; a girl's best friend.

"Um… Brooklyn? Are you still there?" Niall asked innocently. My eyes snapped back into focus and I smiled sweetly at him.

"Of course I love it, Nialler. It's amazing. Thank you so much guys." I pulled the five of them into a huge group hug.

"Wait!" Zayn pulled away, "There's still more! We gave you another surprise!" He took my hand and led me to the closet.

"OHHHH YEAH!" Four voices chorused, "Open it! Open the door!"

I reached my hand out cautiously to touch the handle, afraid that if I opened the door some kind of monster would jump out and attack me. Eventually, I came to my senses and pulled the door open. Zayn stepped inside and flipped a light switch. Suddenly the whole closet; which in reality was the size of my bedroom was illuminated in a golden glow. There were shelves stocked with shoes and handbags, and racks of clothing; ranging from t-shirts to dresses. Even more amazing than the clothes was the fabulous floor to ceiling mirror that covered the walls of the closet, so no matter where I looked, I saw a reflection of myself.

I gasped.

Automatically, Niall was at my side, "Are you okay? Did we not chose clothing of your style?"

"No, no! Not that at all! This is amazing! This is way too much! I don't even deserve this! You guys don't know me!" I stuttered, completely astonished and astounded at their actions, "I absolutely adore all these clothes, I can't even come close to describing in words how content I am with all of this. Your taste in clothes is exactly my style! I love it! I can't even come close to the amount of thank yous I'd need to say to repay you!" I was so happy, salty tears started to slide down my cheeks.

"You don't kno-o-ow, you don't know you're beautiful!" The lyrics to their hit song rang throughout the flat.

My head shot up and I leaped out of the closet, "What the bloody heck was that?" Niall chuckled softly, "That, love, would be our doorbell!"

I glanced at the clock, it read 10:00 pm.

Who would come to visit at 10 o'clock at night?

Harry leapt towards my bedroom door and sprinted down the hall, "Cristina, I AM COMING!!!" Harry rushed to the door and pulled it open, pulling the mysterious girl at the door into a tight embrace, "God, I missed you so flippin' much!" She had long chestnut brown hair just like Harry's, but longer. She had hazel-greenish eyes, and was about 5'6".

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! IT'S CRISTINA!" Louis came rushing out of the closet next, knocking me over while doing so. Louis half ran, half tumbled down the stairs and hurdled into Cristina's arms.

"Eeeeee!" Cristina squealed and keeled backwards.

"That, is Cristina, Harry's best friend and soon to be girlfriend; he's probably gonna ask her out some time this week, at least that's what Louis has been trying to convince him to do. And I think it might finally work. She comes to visit us whenever she gets a chance." Niall grinned and welcomed Cristina into a warm hug.

"And who's this chica?" Cristina questioned, smiling sweetly at me.

"This is our ladyyyy friend, Brooklyn. She's Paul's niece." Cristina threw her head back and laughed.

"You can actually call me Brooke." I stepped forward to shake her hand, instead Cristina just pulled me into a hug as well.

"You and I, my friend, are going to be very close. Haha."

"AHHH! GROUP HUG!" Niall leaped from his spot on the couch to tackle-hug Cristina and I. Soon all of the boys were lying on top of us.