Until We Meet Again (Brooklyn Beckham)

6: Hotel with the Beckhams

Zoe Clarkson

The place was huge. It was a penthouse in one of London's most exclusive hotels. It was grand like I was sitting in the Titanic type of grand. But as I scanned the placed I realized that there was only two bedrooms.

"Zoe, you'll be using that room" David pointed out to the much smaller bedroom.

"But..." I paused. "All six of you will be sharing one room?" I asked him as politeky as I could.

"We'll be fine, really" he patted my back.

"I mean I could sleep in the couch, or maybe Aunt Victoria and Harper could sleep in with me. I don't mi--"

"Hush" David silenced me with a small chuckle. "You remind me of your..." he didn't have the courage to finish his sentence.

"My dad" I continued what he cannot.

He smiled warily at me. I bit my lip not wanting to show such emotion in front of the family that decides to take me in for a while. "I guess I'll just prepare the room" I looked at David one last time before turnig my back and carrying bag inside. Once I shut the door. I nlew the breath I've been holdin in for quite some time now.

I hated this feeling. I hate how everytime I see the Beckham's I cannot think about my dad. My father's face keeps poppin in my head, if it weren't his face, it was his jersey, or him playing football with me. I hated it, so so so much.

I opened my laptop and logged into my twitter, surprised that my notifications were full. My followers increased to a thousand.

'Your the girl with the Beckham's right?'

'Are you dating Brooklyn by any chance?'

One even had a picture of me and Brooklyn holding hands upon entering the van.

I swung my head from left to right in disapproval. I'm really thankful that my dad died when I was younger keeping me out of the limelight for almost all my life. But then again here I am, limelight is on me again.

I placed my elbow on the desk and rubbed my face with my palms. Ugh.

The door began to creek open from behind. I turned around to see Brooklyn standing there wearing swimming trunks and a white shirt. "Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to go swimming?" he asked shyly while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sure" I simple replied, needing to get my mind off  things.

"I'll meet you in the living room" he told me politely before closing the door. I stood up lazily and began to lazily look for my swimsuit. It isn't those types of bikinis that show off every single body part you have. Its like those one piece that covers your stomach and all, plus I put shorts on. Yeah, I'm a bit conservative.

As soon as I walked out I saw Brooklyn typing away on his phone. "Let's go" I spoke up, making his head snap towards my direction. Immediately he placed his phone inside his backpack and the key to the room as well.

We walked in silence in the already, silent hallways of the hotel.

"My dad decided to make enter the school I go to" his voice at first startled me.

"Really?" this was something I didn't know. How long am I even staying with the Beckham's?

"Yeah" after he replied we wereback with the awkward silence. That was, of course, until he began to chuckle beside me.

"Are you okay?" I asked concerned with Brooklyn's mental health.

"Yeah" he continued to chuckle. "Its just, your accent never changed. You live in Ireland now, I was expecting your British accent to fade to Irish accent, but when you spoke up. Your accent was thicker than ever" he genuinely smiled at me. Making me smile instantly.

"How about you?" I pointed towards his chest. "You, little boy have lost your accent. You got that LA swag running in your tone" I imitated an American accent, but failed so bad.

"Little boy?" He spoke up with a fake British accent. But it is true his accent is officially gone.

"Yeah haha" I sarcastically laughed as he pushed the door to the pool. Surprisingly there was no one there.

"Last one in is a rotten dog poop" he scram loudly throwing his bag into one of the chairs, and throwing off his shirt at the same time. Trust me, his bady caught me off guard. He has abs! He's only fifteen! Whew!

Then it began to sink in me. I threw my bag beside Brooklyn's and ran straight to the pool. Once I was in the pool I was immediately being splashed by water. "Rotten dog shit!" He joked as he splashed water at me again and again.

I can't lie, I find him swearing really fucking hot.

A/N

I know how much you hate me for not updating for months now, but I finally thought of a proper storyline for Until We Meet Again... so yay! I'll be updating muh often from now on!

Anyways sorry for the grammar errors and stuff like that.

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