Fate! (Brooklyn beckham)

Fate! (Brooklyn beckham)

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WARNING: Discontinued "Brooklyn I can't keep doing this" "What do you mean?" "Us I can't do it anymore I just can't" "Why?" "The travelling down every weekend and Skype calls I want someone that can see me everyday not just on a weekend" "Lauren don't do this please" "I'm sorry Brooklyn I can't do it anymore" "Yes you can please Lauren don't leave me" "I'm sorry Brooklyn" "Lauren please I love you" "I love you too Brooklyn but I can't do it anymore" I say as I walk out the door with tears running down my face. ---------- Lauren and Brooklyn dated for 2 years until Lauren ended it but will fate bring them back together or not?
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{COMPLETED} "Can you go see if they have a map in their, please?" My older sister, Violet asked me as we stood outside a fancy hotel. "You have lived in Rome for six months, how do you not know your way around this place?" I asked as I rushed into the fancy hotel. I made my way to the front desk and smiled. "Hi, do you guys have a map my sister and I can use, we're lost." "You're not lost, Miss Fulton, this is the hotel you and your boyfriend have reservations with." The man behind the front desk said as he pulled out a key and pushed it towards me. "No, you have it all wrong, my name is Elena Pellini." I informed him as I started to take a few steps back. The man leaned towards me, "You don't have to use a fake name, Miss Fulton, no paparazzi are here. Your boyfriend, Mr. Beckham is said to arrive later this evening, please, make yourself at home." - *Idea credits to a movie I saw

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