Seeing Him With Another Girl || Brooklyn Beckham
Anon: Heyyyyy, I love your writing could you please do a Imagine were you dating *insert boy* and you go to a party and a girl is all over him and you get sad and leave, and he doesn’t realise then he comes over the next day and you can finish the rest. Thanks! Btw could you do it with Brooklyn Beckham or Hayes Grier or do two separate ones :) sorry I know this is a lot to ask.
Hey there, babes (maybe even guys, I don’t know). Here another image about Brooks ^^. Okay, I’m keeping my talk short ‘cause my laptop is being so slow. Hope you like it. Xoxo
The loud music penetrated inside my ears and I began, somewhat lonely, to search for my friends. We were invited to some frat party at some boy’s house. I walked my way through the dancing crowed toward the kitchen, expecting my friends to be there. When I entered the kitchen, I saw everybody standing there with a red cup in their hands.
“Hey, guys. Sorry I’m late, had to take the bus and ugh. You know the crap,” I excused myself. I looked around the circle of friends and saw that someone was missing. “Where’s Brooklyn?”
Jay shrugged. “Should be hooking up with some blond girl already,” he smirked.
I sent him an annoyed look.
“Hm, funny, Jay. Very funny.”
I looked up when I heard Brooklyn’s familiar voice and smiled at him. He smiled back chilly.
“I didn’t. But some blond stopped my tracks and got my attention.” A smirk was plastered on his face and the guys began yelling at him. “Yeah, but I had to blew her off, though.”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed a red cup from the counter. “I really need some alcohol. Had a really busy week.” I poured some vodka in the cup and drank it all in once.
“Woah there, girl. Calm down with the vodka.” Fay took my cup from me.
“No! Give it back to me! I want more.”
“You can get more later tonight, okay?” Jay looked at me warningly and worried.
I just shrugged it off. “Promise?”
“Promise.” A sigh left Jay’s mouth and he gave me my empty cup.
Jay was my best friend and he knew about me crushing on Brooklyn. He thought it was cute. Though he didn’t want me to be in a relationship with Brooklyn. Brooklyn was a boy who played girls’ hearts and Jay wanted to protect me from that.
I slowly stumbled toward Jay and wrapped my arm around his waist.
“What’s the matter, princess?” Jay watched me, chuckling.
I chuckled back. “I just missed you. I haven’t seen you in two weeks. We’ve only spoke to each other through the phone.”
“You used to call me on my sell phone,” Fay began to sing so I burst out laughter.
“Oh, stop. You silly,” I smirked. I felt myself getting more loose and grabbed Jay’s hand. “Come, dance with me.”
“Are you already drunk because of that little bit of vodka?” Jay looked suspiciously at me.
“No, of course not. I’m just having fun,” I smiled. I looked at Jay sharply so he got me and walked with me toward the living room.
I laughed out loud when Brandon told some story. No, I still wasn’t drunk. After that shot of vodka, I haven’t drank anything. Just some coke without Bacardi.
“Okay, let’s do some truth or dare.” Nina looked around the circle of people, smirking and waiting for people to agree. Everybody agreed. “Okay, (Y/N). Truth or dare?”
I smirked. “Dare, of course.”
“An easy one, go dance with Brooklyn. Ten minutes.”
I just shrugged and stood up. Brooklyn followed me toward the ‘dance floor’ and began to dance. Brooklyn rested his hands on my hips and danced to the music, pulling me with him.
“You know, you’re actually a really nice girl. Even though you’re a brunette,” yelled Brooklyn in my ear.
I looked at him indignantly. “Am I supposed to thank you?”
Brooklyn chuckled. “I didn’t mean it like that. You’re really nice. I think I’m starting to like you.”
“In what way,” I laughed, feeling a little nervous already.
“In an ‘I-think-you’re-really-pretty’-way.” Brooklyn pulled back a bit so he could look at me, grinning.
A smile crossed my face and I shut my eyes down for a second before I looked up at him again. “I like you too.”
“Of course you do!” he shouted laughing. I rolled my eyes and playfully pushed him. “Hey, do you want something to drink?” I nodded. “Coke?” I nodded again. “Okay, I’ll be right back. Stay here, beautiful.”
My smile widened while I watched Brooklyn making his way to the kitchen. I walked back to the couch where the rest of our friends was and sat down next to Fay.
“So, that weren’t ten minutes, girl.” Fay smirked at me and I rolled my eyes while I laughed.
“I know, does it matter?”
“Of course it does. Tell me, what did he say to you, you were all blushing and giggling.”
I smiled slightly. “He told me he was starting to like me. So I said that I liked him too.”
“Why would you say that.” Jay looked at my with a straight face.
“Because I do like him? Duh.”
“Hm, you know what I mean,” chuckled Jay while he rolled his eyes at me. “Anyways, I’m gonna search for Vanessa. See you guys later. Text me when we’re going home.”
After Jay left to search for his girlfriend, I stood up, too. “Alright, I’m going to look for Brooklyn. He said he was getting us something to drink.” Fay nodded and went talking with some boy.
When I entered the kitchen, I wished I didn’t look for Brooklyn. He was leaning against the counter and was kissing passionately with some blond girl. A loud gasp left my mouth. Brooklyn immediately pushed the girl away from him, but when he saw me his eyes were full of relieve. Ouch. I shook my head that it was okay, turned around and went back to Fay while I sent Jay and Vanessa a text. I wanted to go home.
I tiredly shuffled toward the front door to open it. Somebody had rang the doorbell for ten minutes, nonstop.
Being all cranky, I opened the door and looked past the person who was standing in front of me, not knowing who it was. “Wasn’t it clear enough that I’m not in the mood for any company?” I snapped.
“(Y/N),” stammered a familiar voice.
I looked up. I stared straight into Brooklyn’s eyes. “Brooklyn,” I mumbled. “Look, I’m very tired so keep it short. What are you doing here?” I really wasn’t in the mood.
“I wanted to talk about yesterday,” he began and he faced me with guilty eyes. As if I was in the mood for an excuse for his sweet words from yesterday, that they weren’t true and that he secretly had a girlfriend.
“Talk,” I mumbled while I closed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. “Wait, come in. “I’m not in the mood to stand here either.” Let’s say, I wasn’t in the mood for anything. With dislike, I opened the door further so Brooklyn could come in. I walked in front of him toward the living room and didn’t even ask if he’d like something to drink. “Now, talk.” I looked at him, stolid, while I pulled my legs up on the couch. I totally forgot about me wearing only an oversized sweater. My legs were bare. I coughed awkwardly, what attracted Brooklyn’s attention. His cheeks turned pink and he leaned with his elbows on his knees in the loveseat diagonal in front of me.
“I’m an idiot,” he said after a short moment of silence. I didn’t disagree. “I shouldn’t have kissed that stupid girl while I was busy with you.” I raised my eyebrows. He saw me as an object. “No, wait. That sounded very stupid. Let me say it again.” He went silent again. “I shouldn’t have kissed that blond at all. I meant what I said yesterday, I really, really like you, (Y/N).”
I raised my eyebrows at him again, speechless. “Okay,” I mumbled with effort.
“Okay?” mumbled Brooklyn and he looked at me with an emotion I couldn’t recognize. “That’s all you have to say? Okay?”
I sighed. “Look, Brooklyn, what do you expect me to say? We’ve never really talked until yesterday. Gosh, I don’t even know if we are friends or not. You never gave me the feeling that you felt like talking to me while you always talked so easily with the others. I always thought, and I still think, that you kind of hate me for no reason.”
Brooklyn’s eyes widened a bit. “No! No- I mean- Look, (Y/N), I’ve liked you for a very, very long time. And when that girl came with that stupid dare yesterday, I saw that as a perfect opportunity to talk to you. I never really knew how or what to talk about with you. I never really knew you, and I still don’t really know you. But I getting somewhere and now I totally screwed up by kissing some stupid blond who was annoying me. She asked me to kiss her and I asked her if I kissed her she’d stop to irritate me. She said yes, so I kissed her. I’m so sorry.” He looked helplessly at me, though I sent him a stolid look back. He nodded slightly. “Well, at least now I know I’ve screwed my chanced with you.”
A small smile appeared on my face. “Actually, not.”
He faced me, surprised. “You don’t hate me?”
I lachte. “Gosh, Brooklyn, no. Of course not.”
“Well,” he grinned slightly, “may I ask you on a date, then?”
I grinned back. “Of course.”
“And may I say that you look totally hot in that oversized sweater?”
“No you may not. That’s forbidden zone for you, honey.”
Brooklyn smirked and took a seat next to me. He softly pulled my toward him and I placed both my legs over his lap so I still sat on the couch with my bum.
“You called me honey, sweetheart.”
I hope you liked your imagine, Anon ^^