The boy next door (a Brooklyn Beckham fanfic)

Chapter 7

The breakup

As I made my way out of the arena he squeezed through all the paparazzi and ran behind me grabbed my arm, turned my to face him and said " what? Where you going, whats wrong?" " really Brooklyn you are seriously goanna ask me that question after you let that girl mack all over you and didn't even try to stop her." " I did try but she wouldn't let go of my head , your really goanna let a little thing like that ruin us." " yes Brooklyn I am, I knew this wouldn't work, I knew we wouldn't last" and with that I left. The part that broke my heart is he didn't even try after that he just let us break up. Brooklyn continued his game ad I walked him alone in the dark, cold, windy night and he didn't even seem like he cared one bit. I got to the house about the same time they did since I walked and they drove. I ran into Brooklyn's room and packed all my stuff. He came in and tried to apologize but I knew he didn't mean it. I got my bag went down stairs and left slamming the door behind me. O went to my grandmas house and went straight to my room and cried my self to sleep. I hated Brooklyn Beckham totally hated him. I woke up but my grams was still in Paris on vacation so I was alone. I wanted to go home so badly. I then called my grandma and asked if I could leave early and she said yea that it was fine. So I called my mom and told her I was coming home early, she asked why but I didn't answer. My flight would leave a week from today. During that week I never spoke to Brooklyn not once and I erased all the messages he kept sending me. I wanted to forget about London, I wanted to forget about him.