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Brooklyn's POV
Why did I treat him like that? I know he did something wrong, but I love him! Why didn't I forgive him? Three hours after he leaves, and I realize how much of a heartless, depressed, stupid bitch I am. Why am I like this? I hate myself. I'm stupid. He tried to help me. He stays with me even through all of the shit I carry with me. He let the tour be postponed for me.
I get up, and go to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I look a wreck. I pull a hoodie on over the tanktop I'm wearing, and slide out of the hotel room door, locking it on my way out. Tiptoeing down the hall and through the lobby, I exit the hotel and find my car. I have to go apologize.. I have to make things better. First, though, I need something super important. I speed down the highway and pull into the McDonalds parking lot, and swing through the drive-thru.
"Hi, welcome to McDonalds, what can I get you?" a high-pitched voice called.
"Three McDoubles, one Big Mac, and large fries. Oh, also a large Dr. Pepper."
"Alright, that'll be $10.97 please pull forward to the second window."
I did as told, to find the person I was just speaking to a young, stuck-up blonde, around 17, obnoxiously smacking on gum.
I paid and she handed me my food, not before making a snide, bitchy remark.
"Uh, is this all for you?.."
I nodded slowly.
"Geez, hungry much?"
"Yeah, I am! If you ate like me, you wouldn't look so damn anorexic. Eat a fucking burger and get some damn meat on those bones. Guys don't like sticks, so put some weight on that fucking 80 pound body and get a fucking life, Regina George. Geez, bitch much?" I yelled at her, watching her expression before laughing and pulling away, feeling not the least bit of regret.
I pulled onto the highway again, and followed the traffic until turning onto a small backroad that leads to the place I'll probably regret going. Turning into the driveway and finding it empty, I shrug it off and close the car door, grabbing the food. I go up to the door, and knock several times, all gone without an answer.
*Niall's POV*
Pulling out of the driveway, I go down the highway leading to Brooke's place. I won't give up. She means too much to me to let her walk away, and I'm going to do my best to stop her. I love her. I love her..
When I get to her hotel, I walk in and find Hannah.
"Is it okay if I go up and see Brooke? I need to apologize and fix this.."
"I would Niall, but I'm afraid she left just a few minutes ago.."
She left? She could have gone for food.. Or pretty much anything? I am such a dick.
I ruined this. Ruined it. I love her so much, yet I lose her. Is this fair?
I run back to my car, crying softly.
The engine hums as I speed back to my flat, seeing a car in the driveway.
I go up to the door and find her sitting there, back against the wall, knees up to her chest, head facing the floor, crying.
"Brooke?"
Her head shot up, and I saw her. I mean I truly saw her. Eyes red, hair a mess, her tear stained cheeks, the dark circles under her eyes.. She was just as miserable as I was. She cared..
"I-I came to apologize.." She sniffled and stood up, picking up a bag.
"Is that food?"
She nodded and handed it to me, shrugging.
I dropped it, not caring whether it was food or a million dollars, there's more important things to do.
"Oh, baby, there's nothing you need to apologize for.. You didn't do anything wrong.. I'm the one to blame.." I shushed her and rocked her in my arms back and forth, her head on my shoulder, tears soaking my shirt.
"I was such a bitch to you.."
"No, Brooke, you weren't."
I took her inside and sat her on the couch, and going to the kitchen to make her some warm tea. I brought it back to her, and she took it and immediately drank it, singeing her tongue.
"It's hot.." I warned, and we both chuckled.
"You know, I meant what I said.. I really am sorry, and I lo-" Brooke was cut off by her phone ringing. She answered cautiously.
"Hello?.. Yeah.. This is she.. Uh huh.." she paused for a while.
"..Oh my god..." she dropped the phone with a shocked expression.
"What is it babe?" I asked, regretting it immediately after, realizing I called her babe.
"My mom..."
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Saved. (A Niall Horan Love Story)
FanfictionBrooklyn Adams has lived a life of heartbreak. Growing up with a famous father and abusive mother, you'd think it's a good thing she found a way out. One night when her mother takes it too far, well, Brooke takes one step too far also.
