Brooklyn Beckham preferences

fame gets to him

It has been a few months since Brook got Instagram and twitter. he immediately got thousands of followers and became very popular. but that wasn't a problem for you. you were okay with that, however the thing that concerned you was how weird he was starting to act.It was like his thinking was changing. few weeks ago when you guys went to see pitch perfect 2, bunch of teenagers came up and asked for autographs. he walked over to the girls and completely ignored you.

last week when you guys went out on a date he was complaining about what you were wearing outside. it was just some casual cloths but he insisted that it wasn't good for the media and that you should actually try and were something nicer since you are known for being his girlfriend.

You were some what hurt by his comment but you tried not to think about it too much. right now you guys were having a movie night. of course you were going to choose the movie as always but Brook said " why do you always have to choose what we watch? i mean i'm a Beckham. shouldn't i choose what we watch?"

" you could have just said you wanted to choose a movie instead of bringing your last name into it."

you said bitterly, it was so tiring for you to hang out with him. it was almost like the fame was getting into his head.

"whatever i'm calling to order a pizza, want anything?" he asked

"nope just a pepperoni and some fan-ta please."

he dialed the number after a few minutes you heard him shouting in the kitchen.

"what do you mean you don't have pepperoni at the moment? do you know who i am??!! I AM BROOKLYN BECKHAM and i want some pepperoni if you don't mind! i don't care how you will get it but get it FAST!!" he hung up and turned around to find you looking at him in shock.

"what?! is there something on my face?"

" Brooklyn Beckham! what has become of you? you are so full of yourself!!! you weren't like this a month ago! what happened? why are you so mean to the people around you all of the sudden? you used to be so soft with me. even when we fought you weren't harsh at all, and now when we don't fight i feel like shit already. the way you act and talk to people has become disrespectful. stop being so full of yourself and tell me what is going on?" i yelled at him in frustration.

he just looked at me and said" i'm sorry, didn't know you were such a fool!!! i haven't changed! your expectations have become so high. do you have any idea how gross you dress outside. i was so embarrassed when we went to the movies the other week. it's like you don't even put an effort for me! last month i actually thought you were hot. but now when i get to spend more time with you, i can see of how much of a fucking slut trash you are!! its like you like to be called slut! so what if fame is getting to me? it's not like you'll be with me anyways."
Silent. You looked at him with such eyes that would make anyone cry.
"Get out." You said silently trying not to cry.
"W what ?" He stuttered looking at you very shocked.
"Get out you fucking jerk, GET OUT!" you yelled at the end. Tears were starting to come down your face.
He slowly walked towards you.
" I'm sorry"
He said as he took your face in his hand. "I'm sorry" he said again but in a whisper. He kissed your forehead and whipped your tears away. He looked at you getting teary himself. " I am a fucking jerk. I didn't mean anything I said, your perfect to me."
You didn't say anything as he took you towards the sink and wanted your face. For the next few days he kept apologizing and watching whatever movie you wanted even if you guys watched it a thousand times.