Afterlife Affection - Brooklyn Beckham Fanfic

Chapter 1 - Bad Dreams

Taylor's POV:

It was really cold- that was the first thought that came to my mind when I stepped outside. However I was wearing only baggy shorts and a t-shirt so that could have to add to it.

The sky was clouded and gray while thunder could be heard in the distance. Why did he even want me to come outside in weather like this? I continued walking down the sidewalk, barefoot and in the wrong clothing since I received a text from him to come outside immediately. I didn’t mind being barefoot, feeling the fall leaves crunch and crackle beneath my freezing feet. I also didn’t mind the weather. Yes, it was very cold, but it had a nice crisp feel to it as the wind whipped my face causing my cheeks to tingle.

I walked up to his doorstep and hovered my fist over the door meaning to knock but there was no need. The large mahogany door swung open to reveal Brooklyn, gleaming with delight as his deep brown eyes twinkled with mischeif. I looked him up and down and immediately felt misdressed for what he had planned for us today and I mentally cursed myself. His torso, bundled up in a plain black jacket while his legs covered in plain black jeans. His feet incased with simple black vans that I envied while I stared down at my own feet which I started to lose feeling in.

"Shorts?" Brooklyn asked in his British accent, tilting his head with a smirk as his eyes flashed down towards my legs.

I nodded while gnawing down on my bottom lip. “Can I come in? My nose feels like it’s about to fall off.” I shivered why my teeth chattered in my mouth.

Just like that he placed the warm palm of his hand smack dab in the middle on my face. He chuckled while my face contorted into a scowl.

"Brooklyn." I grumbled while swatting his hand away from my face.

He put his hand up in defense and opened the front door wider for me to come in. I always am mesmerized by how beautiful his house is every time I walk in. Everything, regal but having a very welcoming presence to it.

The slam of the door closing caused me to snap out of my enchanting trance and turn to face Brooklyn. “Do you want to borrow some sweats and a jacket? Then after we can go over to your house to get your shoes.” I didn’t seem to have much of a choice since he already started to lead me upstairs to his room.

"Yeah, thanks." I shyed while he dug through his drawers. I stood awkwardly crossing my arms over my chest as I stared down at my toes, wiggling them to warm them up.

"Here. Change in the bathroom and then we’ll be off." Brooklyn said as he handed me the grey sweatshirt and black Adidas sweatpants. He flopped down on his large bed and pulled out his phone.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

His dark brown eyebrows knitted together over his eyes, “The park. I told you in the texts I sent you.”

I felt like I was just slapped in the face with stupidity. I just mouthed ‘o’ and shuffled into the bathroom, softly shutting the door behind me and began to change into his clothes. I was surprised, they fit snug and they were warm as if they were taken right out if the dryer. Although the sweatshirt was a little oversized for me it was comfortable.

I let out a long breath and looked at myself in the mirror and nearly cringed. My dark brown hair was pulled up into a crappy ponytail that seemed to be lopsided on my head. I rubbed my eyes in hopes of miraculously wiping away the gray bags that hung there but it was no use. Lucky, I could have had a worse complexion and could be covered in acne but my face was clear as daylight.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw Brooklyn still in his previous position on his bed and I scrunched up my shorts in my hand. “Throw your shorts on my bed and we’ll come back later and get them, yeah?” Brooklyn said as he hopped up from the bed. He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and already started to walk out of his room.

I hurriedly threw my shorts on his bed and rushed down the stairs to follow him, bumping into his back when I sprinted around the corner.

"That excited to spend the day with me are ya?" He chuckled while flashing me a smile. I scoffed and rolled my eyes but that didn’t hid my smile that crept onto my face. I hated how he had that ability to make me smile and laugh without trying.

While walking over to my house our hands brushed against each other and I immediately pulled my hand back. He looked at me with a confused expression and I just stuttered, “Uh, sorry.”

The corner of his mouth tugged upwards,”Why are you sorry? I definitely wouldn’t mind if you held my hand.” I slapped him gently on the arm while he laughed and my stomach seemed to erupt butterflies. Even on the cloudiest of days, his laugh seemed to bring some light and sunshine onto the world.

I shot up in bed and gripped my heart while my breaths came out of my trembling lips rapidly. Cold sweat clung to my burning skin around my face and neck in horror and shock. I sat in bed, clawing my chest and calming my breathing down to a slow pace as my mind swarmed with past memories of the British boy. It wasn’t long before I heaved over in bed and let out a scream. A scream into the never ending void of pain and darkness that has now consumed my life ever since he died. A scream to clear my mind and focus on the throbbing pain that sits in my chest and only seems to be getting worse. The nightmares I have been having, the sweet, beautiful nightmares of Brooklyn haunting me every night only seemed to be making things more and more unbearable. It’s hard to lose someone you care about when they were the only person who cared about you.