You Belong Here || Brooklyn Beckham

You Belong Here || Brooklyn Beckham

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Hey, My name is Lou , when I was 14 I had a really big fight with my family and I ended up in the streets. A woman, I don't even know what she was thinking but she invited me to her house to clean up and eat something, And me being on the streets for about 3 months I said yes. We talked for a bit she asked me about myself and why I'm on the streets. I told her what happened,she said I can stay as long as I want. One thing led to another and now she adopted me, I'm living with her and her husband and her four children For 3 years now. That amazing woman name Victoria Beckham. That day is the best day of my life it's the day that I found a family, A place where I feel belong. And what would happen if I fall for my 'brother' You belong here...
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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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