Fate// A Brooklyn Beckham fanfic

Chapter 3

A/n: Beckhams are in this chapter don't worry x

"Bye Noah!" I shouted out the car window.

"Bye princess. I'll miss you!" He replied

"I'll miss you to!" I shouted before closing the window.

Noah was off to America for a week! But Manchester was the best place for me and dad right now. We were both brought up there. Dad and mum decided to move when I was four and H was two.

After about an hour and a half of driving. Dad asked the driver to pull into the nearest service station because he was hungry and I wanted Starbucks.

I climbed out of the car and dad's security surrounded us. When you kill people for a living. You need security. We walked into the service station and everyone stopped and looked at us. I mean who wouldn't. A big group of muscular men in black suits coving up a man and his teenage daughter.

People always thought that I had security because I thought I was really famous because of my YouTube channel. Nope. It's because my dads a secret agent. I can't talk about dads job. All my friends think that he's just a successful business man. They don't know anything.

We ordered our food and drink and sat down at a table.

"I hit 100,000 subscribers this morning!" I said forgetting I hadn't told dad this morning.

"Well done Meg. Mum would be very proud." He said giving me a smile.

"I know." I replied.

There was a silence between us. Not awkward.

"Will I always feel like this?" I asked dad.

"Like what love?" He replied confused.

"Like depressed and guilty at the same time." I answered.

"No it will get easier. But you have to stop thinking you're the reason for all of this. The lorry crashed into them remember." Dad explained

" I don't want to remember. I want to forget everything. I want to wake up and this be all some twisted dream." I said.

Dad laughed at my quote from 5 seconds of summer. Living with a teenage girl. He knew basically every lyric to every 5sos and one direction song.

***

When we arrived at my uncles house i let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I loved my uncles house only him and my Aunty lived there and I always visit them when they're here. My uncle owns JCB so he's always travelling. Last year he let me paint one of his spare rooms because I always used it when I came. It was basically my second bedroom.

"Get changed and meet me down here in ten minutes Meg. We have a table booked for 7:30 at Café Rouge". My dad shouted up the stairs.

Café Rouge was mine and dads favourite restaurant. We always eat there when we go out.

I ran up to the spare room and plugged my phone into my iHome and shuffled my One Direction and 5sos playlist and Good Girls blared through the speakers.

I pulled my grey obey hoodie over my head and threw on a pair of black leggings and some cream fluffy socks, throwing my hair up in a messy pony tail I grabbed my phone and ran downstairs and pulled my chocolate brown Ugg boots on. My dad walked downstairs a few seconds later.

"Beat you!" I shouted at my dad, sticking out my tongue.

"Beat you." Dad said mimicking me.

"Hey. I don't sound like that!" I exclaimed.

"Whatever. Let's go!" Dad said.

***

When we arrived at the restaurant Dad's security got out of their car and started to arrange themselves into their formation.

"It's ok men. Stand down." Dad interrupted.

"What?" I said. Shock clear in my voice.

"I just want a normal meal with you princess." Dad explained.

"But what if someone tries to attack us. I mean with our luck. Anything could happen." I said.

Dad just pulled up his jean leg revealing a gun tucked into his sock.

"I think we'll be fine." Was all he said before winking and walking towards the entrance of the restaurant. I just laughed and followed him in.

***

"I'll have the muscles with a side of chips please." I said smiling at the waitress.

"I'll have the same but with a salad as well please." My dad ordered.

"Ooooh look at you being all healthy." I said to dad.

"Says the one who only has a juice for breakfast." He retorted.

"It cleanses the soul." I joked.

"Cleanses the soul my arse." Dad replied.

I stood up and laughed at dad.

"I'll be back in a sec. Just nipping to the loo." I explained before skipping off.

I walked towards the toilet and did what I needed to do. I washed my hands and as I was walking out and bumped into someone.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry." I apologised, looking up to see who I'd bumped into in the first place. And there. Right infront of me. Was Victoria Beckham!

"It's ok darling don't worry." She said before looking at me and her eyes widened.

"Perfect." She wispered.

"I'm sorry?" I asked confused.

"Oh, I'm sorry let me explain. I'm bringing out a teen line and I need a girl to model them for me. I had auditions today but none of the girls were right. They were all gorgeous don't get me wrong. They just weren't what I was looking for. But you. You're everything and more!" Victoria said.

"Really?" I squeaked.

"Yes! Would you like to model for me? My son Brooklyn. Do you know him? He's modelling the boys line." She exclaimed.

I'd modelled in the past. Nothing to big. Pineapple dance wear asked me to do something's when my channel grew.

"Oh. Yes of course. I mean really?" I said still shocked about all this.

"Hahaha of course darling. I'm Victoria." She said smiling at me.

"Megan." I replied. Returning her smile.

"Is your mum or dad here. I just need to ask them a few questions." She asked. I mentally cringed but recovered quickly.

"My dad is sat at a table. You could talk to him if you want to." I explained. Trying not to cry at the mention of my mum.

***

"Brooklyn! Stop it!!!" I screamed as Brooklyn pushed me into the pool.

Brooklyn. Yes. Brooklyn Beckham.

To cut a long story short. Victoria talked to dad. He said it's fine. Victoria invited us to sit with them. We had dinner and then went next door to the pub. Dad and David got drunk and we ended up here in my uncles indoor swimming pool. And the best part. I get to see Brooklyn's six pack. But that can be kept between you and me.