Brooklyn's POV:
*flashback*
It was Sunday and Emily was sick. I was so upset because she couldn't even walk cause of sickness.
I decided to go to Starbucks. So I got dressed and walked to Starbucks.
I ordered my drink and sat on a chair and started to drink it.
I was checking my twitter while drinking, then I felt someone sat next to me.
"Hey brooklyn..." She said.
I turned my head and saw Amber. She was a member of the "pinkies" group who bullied Emily at school. I was so angry.
"Hey Amber . Erm... I think I'm gotta go.." I said.I walked out of the Starbucks.
"BROOKLYN WAIT. Just listen..."
I turned and saw Amber again.
"WHAT?" I said angrily."It's about Emily. Did you know she has been cheating on you the whole time? Did you know she used to bully us? And, did you know she used to smoke weed all the time?! You didn't... No you didn't....Now you better stay away from that bitch... She's worthless."
I was nearly crying. How can she do that? Cheating?.. Seriously? I LOVED her with all of my heart. I just ran away. I got to home and locked my door,and cried all day.
I hate her. I hate her so much.
*end of the flashback*
Emily's POV:
I was at hospital all day. My hands were in bandages. I lost a lot of my blood.
I was going back to home tomorrow.I was staring to the wall, again thinking of Brooklyn. The boy who stole my heart and then broke into thousands of pieces.
He was my first love,
My first kiss,
And my first...HeartBreaker.
Then, I heard a knock on the door and the door opened.
"Hello beautiful! I missed you so fucking much girl!" Bella said.
A huge smile grew on my face. We hugged each other for 3 minutes. She's so amazing.
I told her everything. She was crying for what happened to me through past months.
She left after two hours. I missed her so much.
I felt that my eyes are getting heavy. So i put my head on the soft pillow and slept. I have to be ready for tomorrow...
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Broken Hearts (Brooklyn Beckham) [editing]
FanfictionHe was like fire. You could stare at him forever, but so dangerous to touch and play with. He was like a song I couldn't get out of my head. Hard as I tried, the melody of our meeting run through my mind on an endless loop, each time as surprising...