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!


26. Fading Memories Chapter Twenty Six

Brooklyn's POV:

"How does anyone, except Brit, know? She's the only one who knew!" I tug at my hair. 

"I don't know. Maybe she told one person, someone close to her, that you're pregnant and they started rumors about you because they thought it'd be funny." Shaun suggested. 

"Most likely," I sigh and sit down at a desk in home room. No one was in here yet. "I just can't believe she'd do this. I thought we were best friends."

"You are! She probably didn't mean for this to happen. She was probably thinking, 'she's a good friend of mine. I can tell her.' And her thoughts were wrong." He assured me and rubbed my forearms and kissed my forehead. 

"I guess!" I sigh, but this wasn't over. I'm going to blow up on her in home-c like what friend does this?

Everyone came in the classroom and there were spaces between Shaun and I. 

"Our whore-ness isn't contagious guys! You can sit near us, shoot us dirty looks, judge us. Whatever the fuck you want. But I am not a whore, neither is Shaun." I get up from my seat and yell at the class. 

"Brooklyn. Sit down!" The teacher said through gritted teeth.  

"Why? So all of them know they won? Are you on their side Mr. Teacher? Huh, are you?" I retort. 

"Principal's office. Now!" The teacher gapes at me. 

I gather my things, roll my eyes, and walk to the door. On my way someone stuck their foot out in the isle and I tripped, only to have them help me up from the ground. Probably to smash my face into the floor a couple times. 

"I'm so sorry Brooklyn. I didn't mean to!" A boy pleaded. 


"It's fine Alex. Just don't touch me again." I huff and leave the class room. 

Where is the principal's office anyways? I only know where the officers office is. He's a funny guy, Officer Baker. 

I walk into the front office and no one was at the desk. Are you serious?

"How may I help you?" The white headed man with hair swept over his forehead asked. 

"Is Mr. Colitis in his office?" I ask, hoping he will tell me where the office is. 

"Uh, no. Is it an emergency?" He responded. 

"Not really. I was just sent up here because of my behavior!" I sit on the small couch and look through the fish tank. 

"Well, he will be back from the meeting in half an hour. How about we call your parents and have them know you were sent up here?" He replied. 

"I guess." I grumble. 

He smiles and picks up the phone and looks through the computer and when he finds my name he calls my house phone. 

"Hello this is Mr. Clifford from the front office and I wanted to inform you that your daughter, Brooklyn, has been sent to the principals office." He spoke into the phone. 

"No sir." 

"I'm not sure, sir." 

"I'll ask her, sir." 

"Hun, would you like for them to pick you up after you get out from the office with Mr. Colitis?" Mr. Clifford asks me. 

"Uh, yes please." I smile. 

"Brooklyn would like to be picked up, sir."

"Alright. Have a good day sir." 

He hung up the phone and crossed his hands on his desk. 

"You don't get in trouble at all. What happened?" Mr. Clifford squinted his eyes at me. 

"I'm being called names. It's not really bullying if its true." I mumble. 

"What are they calling you?" He got up and sat on the couch with me, rubbing me back. 

"A whore. And they're calling my boyfriend a man whore." I sigh and sit back. 

"Why would they say that?" He asks. 

"Because they know I was pregnant," I rub my temples. "But the thing is, I'm not pregnant. It was miscarriage. Yeah, Shaun was the father but he isn't a man whore. I haven't seen him with any other girl besides me and it was just once."

"High school drama. I left high school to be in a band." He chuckled. 

"What happened?" I quizzed. 

"We went on tour with your parents and uncles and sold a few albums and we were done with. A new pop sensation took over after a few years and we were getting older. But that's why I took the rest of my classes online. I knew it wasn't going to last long. I needed my degree anyways if I wanted to be in the band." He replied.

"Were you in that band, Big Time Rush?" I ask. 

"No child. I was in 5 Seconds Of Summer!" He chuckled. 

"Haven't heard much about you," I shrug. 

"Maybe you've heard a song or two," he winked and went to hi desk again. 

"Within a minute I was packed up I've got a ticket to another world. I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go. Sudden words are hard to speak when your thoughts are all I see. 'Don't ever leave,' she said to me." He paused the song on YouTube. 

"That one was Beside You. Personally my favorite." He smiled. 

"From what I just heard, it's good." I giggle. 

"Thanks. How about another song?" He chuckles. 

I nod and wait for another song to be played. 

"Back in high school we used to take it slow-ow. Red lipstick on and high heel stilettos. Had a job downtown working servile. Had me in line, couldn't even let go. Cause I never wanna be that guy, that doesn't even get taste. No more having to chase to win that prize. You're just a little bit outta my limit."

"That was is Out Of My Limit." We say in unison. 

"I've heard that song," I smile. "Keep it going!"

"It's been two years now, haven't even seen the best of me. And in my mind now, I've been over this a thousand times.
But it's almost over, lets start over. 

Back in high school we used to make up plans. Called you up one day in mis pleasance. Cause I never wanna be that guy, who doesn't even get to taste. No more having to chase, to win that prize. 

You're just a little bit outta my limit. It's been two years now haven't even see the best of me. And in my mind now, I've said this a thousand time. It's almost over, lets start over. 

You're just a little bit outta my limit. It's been two years now. Haven't even seen the best of meeee. And in my mind now, been over this a thousand times. But it's almost over legs start over."

During the middle of the song I started jumping up and down to the song an singing along. Mr. Clifford as joined in on the singing. He's a fun dude. 

"Bravo for Mr. Clifford and Miss. Styles!" Principal Colitis spoke with his arms crossed over his chest. 

"You weren't here so I told he to have a seat and we started talking about why she was up here and it ended up telling her about my band." Mr. Clifford shrugged. 

"You're very immature for a thirty seven year old, Michael!" Mr. Colitis scoffed and gestured me to follow him to his office. 

At least I know where it is now. 

"Why are you up here?" He asked while sitting down. 

"My parents are on their way." I sat down too. 

"That's not what I asked." He scoffed. 

"Well, it's my answer." I snap. 

"Brooklyn. You're a good student. What is going on?" 

"People are calling my boyfriend and I names and I stuck up for us and ended up letting a few profanities skip and the teacher got mad and sent me up here. Please don't get mad at Mr. Clifford. I'm the one who told him to keep playing the songs." 

"Okay. I'll just give you detention for two days. Tomorrow and Thursday go to the library for detention after school and then you're done," he sighed. "Go back out into the office until your parents get here."

I nod and go to the front office again. Mr. Clifford was gone and was replaced with a elder woman. Damn. 

Uncle Zayn stepped into the office and signed me out of school. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask. 

"Picking you up," He replied like it was the most obvious thing. "Who do you think he called?"

"My dads!" I reply. 

"No. He called my house phone. Why did you get called up here?" He responded. 

"Because I was called names." I shrug and put my book bag straps on my shoulders. 

"What is the principal doing?"

"He's giving me detention for two days for flipping out on the class and cursing." I sigh. 

"Of course. That douche!" Uncle Z scoffed. 

"It's really no big deal!" I reassure him. 

I get out my phone an text Shaun telling him I'm going home so he doesn't freak out when I'm not waiting for him at his car. 

"Are you taking me home?" I ask. 

"Do you wanna go home?" He asked. 


"Then there is your answer." 

"Can we talk about Five seconds of summer?" I ask. 


"Because Mr. Clifford said he was in that band and he is working up at the front desk."

"Is he now? Gonna have to tell the lads." 

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