Baby they can talk all night and day
Let them waste their time,
Rumors ain't never gonna change my mind
'Cause when you hold me tight,
I know it's worth the fight
They don't know the truth,
They don't know it like we do
Luke's P.O.V
"Luke calm down" Brooklyn laughed as I paced around our hotel room.
"What if they notice? What is they asks about us? What if they have evidence? Brooklyn, this is serious," I said; momentarily stopping at look at her.
"If it comes to that we tell them" she said calmly.
"It's only been a month" I remind her and her smile turns into a frown.
"You're making it sound like you're ashamed of me" she said causing me to freeze.
"Of cause I'm not" I told her.
"It doesn't sound like it" she mumbled picking at her nails, which she had recoated with black polish.
"Hey" I cooed and sat next to her. "I am nowhere near ashamed of you. I'm just nervous because I'm the first in the band to have a girlfriend since we were formed. I just don't want things to get out of hand" I said and pulled her into my chest.
"Are you sure?" she asked with a sniffle.
"Don't cry" I told her.
"It's hard not to cry" It was silent for a while until she pulled away, "I should go fix this" she said gesturing to her makeup.
I fiddled with my hands as I waited. They boys entered and we started discussing the soon-to-be interview. We were talking about how well the interviews spoke English and if any of us knew any Italian in case they asked.
"Ti amo" Brooklyn said re-entering the room.
"What?" Ashton asked.
"Ti amo" she repeated.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Nothing" she replied and sat down.
"You've done a good job on his neck" Michael smiled.
"It's 'cause I'm just fantablious" she replied and I put my arm around her.
"Fantablious?" I questioned.
"I don't know. I think it's from Tumblr"
"You and damn Tumblr" Michael complained.
"Tumblr is my baby" she sassed.
"It's time to go" Ashton informed us so we all rose and made our way down to the van.
Brooklyn sat with one hand lased with mine and the other was fiddling with her lip, "what are you doing?" I asked her.
"Sitting?"
"I mean with your lip"
"I usually scratch my scabs but they've been healed for months so I've moved onto scratching my lip" she explained.
"Why?"
"I'm nervous" she said then bit her lip.
"It's going to be fine" I assured her, giving her a small kiss.
"Oh how the tables have turned" she laughed slightly and I laughed with her.
"We're here ya dorks" Calum informed us.
"You're the dork" she told him and poked his side.
"Just come on" he chuckled.
I let go of Brooklyn's hand as we hopped out of the van. We pushed through the crows and I saw Brooklyn's head hung low as she walked. I went to talk to her but we were immediately pulled off to get ready.
+++++
As soon as we got back to the hotel Brooklyn collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to remove her shoes and placed her phone beside her. I crouched facing her, my body being quite close to the wall.
"You alright?" I asked her.
"I'm just tired" she said, her eyes remaining closed.
"You want..."
"No," she said making me jump. "I mean...no thanks"
I watched her roll onto her back and untie the many laces to her knee-high converse. I laid on the bed beside her and started at the ceiling as all the boys talked about tonight's gig. I rolled my head to look at Brooklyn who had her back to me. I rolled over completely and wrapped my arm around her waist.
"What's wrong?" I whispered.
"Nothing" she mumbled.
"I know something's wrong," I told her.
"I fine! Jesus Christ!" she shouted then stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
"What'd you do?" Ashton asked.
"I don't know"
"Brooklyn," I said leaning against the bathroom door.
"Go away," she said, her voice breaking half way through.
"I know you're not ok," I said placing my hand flat on the door.
"Do you? Do you really?"
"Can I come in?"
"Just leave me alone"
"I need to make you ok"
"It's not you. It's...them," she said then I heard a bang.
"Brooklyn...who?"
"Don't worry about it"
"Tell me"
I fell forward slightly when the door opened, "your fans," she said after she closed the door behind me.
"What?"
"It's all just piling up. I can't take it," she said handing me her phone.
"Don't listen to them"
"It's just like before," she said then took her phone back.
She looked at the screen for a moment then let out a scream as she pegged her phone at the wall. I pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back as she cried.
"I can't do it. I can't do it," she kept repeating.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want to do this anymore. I can't handle it"
"What are you saying?"
"I don't think I can do this...us anymore," she said stepping back.
"No" I said, not sure if I was begging or not.
"They hate me," she whispered, her head down.
"They don't hate you"
"They told me to kill myself," she whimpered.
"I love you too much to let you go," I said gripping onto her wrist as she went to walk out.
"You love me?" she asked me, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I love you so much it hurts," I said placing my hand on her cheek.
"What?"
"If you walked out that door right now I'd cry, strike that I'd die. I know I've only known you for four months but you have become one of the biggest parts of my life. You've got me wrapped around your finger. I just always have this urge to hug you, kiss you or simply be as close as I can to you. Being with you is this spectacular, indescribable, deep euphoric feeling. It's this feeling like...if anyone was to hurt you I would hope god looks away. I can't let you give up on us because I promise you I will never give up" I saw her crack a smile and burry her face in my chest. "I love you," I repeated, happy that I finally told her my true feelings.
"I love you too" she whispered.