Broken Hearts (Brooklyn Beckham) [editing]

Chapter 11

It was 4 am and my phone started to ring. I saw the name and it was Brooklyn. I was quite worried. I jumped out of my bed and answered.

"Brooklyn?" I said.

"Open the door." He said.

I tip-toed downstairs cause my mom was sleeping. I opened the door.

He looked so sad and broken. I took his hand and went back to my room.

He sat on my bed and I closed my room's door.

"Hey... What happened?" I asked.

He said nothing. He looked at my eyes and I realized he was drunk again. I was really angry.

"Why are you drunk again? You need to stop this Brooklyn. I'm serious. Really serious." I said angrily.

Again, he said nothing. He just put his head on my lap. A tear fell down his cheek. I wiped it away and run my hand to his soft brown hair.

His face was pale white and as cold as ice.

"Can I stay here tonight?" He whispered.

"Of course you can." I answered.

He stood up and took his shirt off.

"Damn" I said to myself.

He smiled at me. God , he's so freaking hot.

"Thank you." He said laughing.

"What?" I said.

"You were thinking out loud." He said.

"Oh shit." I said laughing hard.

He jumped into my bed and he wrapped his arms around me.

I put my hand on his cheek. He was freezing.

"Emily..." He whispered with his eyes closed.

"Yes?" I whispered back.

"We're moving to LA." He whispered.

I was shocked. I couldn't breathe.

"For how long?" I said.

"4 years." He whispered.

I looked at him, then I closed my eyes. Tears were falling down my cheek. I was crying so hard so did Brooklyn.

"This is not fair." I said putting my head on his chest.

"When are you leaving?" I asked.

"Tomorrow night." He said sadly.

I started crying even harder.

My love is leaving...God... Why always me?

"Don't cry princess. You're the only one who I won't forget forever." He said.

"Okay hazel grace?" He asked.

"Okay." I said laughing.

After a while we both closed our eyes and slept all night.

It seems like I'm gonna be alone, again. With all of that hate and bullies...