Fading Memories (Sequel to They're Gay)

It's been almost a whole year since Harry left. The band had split. It's been out of control.
Louis doesn't care about anything anymore. Fans are going insane. Harry is starving himself. The band broke up. Ed tries helping out, but it's NO use.
Louis is too stubborn to realize that the world is crumbling under his own two feet!


24. Fading Memories Chapter Twenty Four

Brooklyn's POV:

I wake up in my bedroom, I really do miss being with Shaun twenty-four seven. But I had to come back home and get used to the routine for school. Going to bed at midnight and waking up at six-thirty is not what routine I need to get used to though. 

First day of school, new friends, new enemies, new frienemies, new teachers, everything. 

I sigh and get to the bathroom quickly so I can take a shower. Once I'm out I blow dry my hair and straighten it. So much work just to have it curl up or frizz two hours later, so I put some products in it. 

At least for home room I have it with Shaun. Is it weird that absolutely none of my friends texted or called over the summer? Or did they and I had broken my phone? 

Well whatever it is, they could've stopped by my house. Did my dads shoo them away? 

After my hair I got dressed into some jeans - that Uncle Zayn bought me -, a random blue shirt, and my Rainbow flip flops that I haven't broken in yet. 

"Brooklyn lets go, you'll be late. Get down here, make your breakfast, and get going!" Louis yelled to me. 

"Comin'." I lied. 

I took another look in the mirror and put some makeup on quickly but neatly. 

"Brooklyn!" He warned. 

"I'm seriously coming now!" I shout back. 

I walk down the stairs, my flip flops flopping as I run down. I walk into the kitchen and grab an apple and throw it in my lunch box along with a bottled water and a granola bar. I stuff it into my bag and run upstairs. 

"What are you doing now?" Harry scolded me. 

"Grabbing my phone," I reply and walk into my room and grab it quickly. 

As I walk down again I went to the kitchen and grabbed my car keys, book bag, and a muffin. 

"Bye. See you after school!" I shout 

"Bye, have a wonderful day!" Harry shouted back. 

I smile and shut the door. It's great to know we can talk again. I think this whole thing has brought us closer. It great but really bad at the same time. I lost a fetus in my womb and then it brought one of my dads an I closer. Should I feel happy about it? Because I am!

I arrive at school later and immediately park up front. Typical me, so class president-y type and always there first. It really doesn't bother me that people hate me because I'm so 'nerdy' and 'popular' if that's what you'd like to call it. I'm only popular for my parents. Who's moms are mostly fans of them and want us close. It doesn't bother me because I know who my real friends are. They liked me since elementary school, before they knew anything about my personal life. 

"Well, if it isn't Miss. Styles!" The football player - I still think it's Austin. I really should ask. - says and I turn around and sure enough it is the guy from my party and that Brittany hooked up with and got her heart shattered by. 

"If it isn't Allison, is it?" I chirp with a smirk on my face. 

He rolled his eyes, muttered something under his breath, and left me in the parking lot alone. He is early for the first day of school. Maybe he went to see his coach. 

He really isn't that bad, it is just he's rude to Brittany. I'm glad Shaun actually wasn't shy or secretive about telling me what happened to Brit! 

I sure hope she's alright and he doesn't start rumors of her because that's childish. 

The first bell rang and I sat down in a random seat in home room. I hope today is fun. Usually the first day of school I have butterflies, shaky breath, and shaky legs. This time I'm much more brave and excited. Not once have I gotten butterflies yet. 

"Brooklyn!" Shaun smiled and sat next to me. 

"Hi!" I smile. Butterflies. Damn butterflies. 

"You okay?" He began to worry. 

"Yeah, of course!" I laugh. 

He nodded and second bell rung, late bell. More students crowded the small hallways and clusters of people walk in the room. Tight classroom with this many students. 

Class was over, just procedures. I really feel like skipping school, nobody needs this nonsense. Just get to teaching, isn't that why we are there? 

Second period, I fell asleep. Third period, I drew in my notebook. Fourth period, I kept texting my friends. Fifth period was lunch. This part I feared! I found a empty table, maybe it won't be so bad sitting alone!

I pulled out my water bottle and took a swig and turned the cap back on the top. 

"Brook," a male smiled. He was in my third period. 

"Ryan..?" I say in more of a questionable way with a smile. He nods. 

He sat down next to me, he is nice. He sat behind me in class and he liked drawing, he was really good. But he took four years of art so he had gotten really good skills over the years. 

We talked some and a couple people I knew sat with Ryan and I. We all talked until sixth period. 

I walked into Home-c and Ryan, Brittany, and some other kid sat in a row. I smile and walk over to them and sit. 

"We finally have a class together!" I laugh. 

"I know. It's great, what do ya have next?" Brit asked. 

"Theater, you?" I reply. 

"Gym," she rolled her eyes. 

Home-c went by fast because Ryan, Brittany, Alex - the random kid -, and I laughed through the whole period. I could tell Ryan liked laughing, Alex was just a joker! 

The school day was done with and I went home. Harry was at the door to greet me. 

"Hello," he smiled as he bounced Toby in his arms. 

"Hey dad," I smiled and kissed his cheek. 

"Have a good day?" He asked. 

"Yep, I met new people," I reply. "Where is Louis?"

"Out with a friend of ours. She was one of my friends but she became faun of him. Her name was Amy, I believe. It's been so long," he replied. 

"Oh. Hope he had fun!" I smile and walk to my bedroom. 


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