Until We Meet Again (Brooklyn Beckham)

4: Leaving

Zoe Clarkson

I stared at my pack items. I took a deep breath in. I don't want to leave. London, I'll be going back to London. I stared at my almost plain and empty room.

A slight knock catches my attention. "Come in!" I called out as I watched the door opened slowly.

Brooklyn, peeked his head at the small space he made inbetween the door and the door frame. "My parents are asking if your ready to leave?" he asked looking at me then across the room.

I nodded, standing up and holding unto the few suite cases I have. I looked over my shoulders one last time before, maybe in a year I'll be able to see this room again.

I walked towards him. He held out his hand as if asking if he could help me with my luggage. I handed one of the bags over to Brooklyn, knowing if I didn't I would totally kill his already large ego.

We walked down to the living room in silence. None of us dared to start a conversation. As soon as we reached the last step, my mom was standing beside the door, tears in her eyes.

She looked at me, gave me a small smile. I walked over to her completely dropping the bag I was carrying. I hugged her tighter, as if I would never see her again. "I'll do things faster, okay?" my mom cupped both of my cheeks with her hand. "Just be nice to them, okay? Soon, we'll be together again, I promise" she wiped mg tears with her thumb and gave me one last hug.

"See you soon, mom!" I smiled at her as Brooklyn carried both of my bags in ease. We walked out of the door and entered the car. I waved one last time at my mom.

"You ready Zoe?" David asked me.

"I don't think I'll ever be ready" I honestly answered. David gave me a weak smile before moving the car.

Brooklyn was quietly sitting beside me. He was obviously lost in his own world, while his other sibling were at the back.

A warm hand was placed on mine. I turned to look at whomever owns the hand. Brooklyn? He gave it a small squeeze before, he intertwined our fingers properly.

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Someone lightly tapped my shoulder. I slowly began to open my eyes, completely forgetting that I was on a plane to London. Though there was a heavy— object on my head, but my head was placed against a shoulder.

The weight on top of my head seems to have been lifted as someone lightly tapped on my shoulder. I lifted my head from the— what felt like— shoulder. I turned over looking at the person who own the shoulder. Brooklyn, a blush began to climb from the back of my neck.

"Uh... Y-Were a-about to land" he rubbed the back of his neck as he turned over to look at the other side.

Soon the plane has landed. Before we could even exit the plane a guard entered the plane, walking over to David who was sitting infront of one of the tables.

"Sir, countless paparazzi are waiting for you" the guard lowered his voice, but the closed space inside the tiny private jet made his voice echo.

"Zoe?" Victoria called my attention. She was standing with a cardigan and big shades, with a weird looking hat. "Wear this" she handed over all the things she was carrying. "You mom told us to keeo your identity hidden— or let the paparazzi know only little about you" she smiled at me though the worry in her eyes were evident.

"Just make sure to keep your head down, at all causes" Brooklyn patted my back as I placed the scarf around my head.

I nodded my head.

A/N:

THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY CRAPPY, I know.

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