||it's you||brooklyn wyatt||

chapter eleven

twitter;

@/millieduff; yes i am the jealous type. if an ex comes crawling, i'll throw hands☘️

@/roadtriptv; looking back on the duff's baby pictures. jack and millie were cute babies :) - roadtrip x

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millie's pov;

"well, jack didn't stop weeing the bed until he was 9." i said.

"oh, but babe, you were so cute."

"oh jack, mate. you in this." mikey laughs.

"oh, do one, mikey." jack says but ends up laughing.

"brook, you haven't seen this one." jack teased.

"oh my fucking god, jack. i look hideous. but look at you in this one." i start laughing.
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looking back on the childhood memories, made me realise you can create so many memories without posting them on social media.

examples being, when brooklyn and i watch netflix or mess about, the times when we play fifa wars or the times we're all together making jokes and making all of us look like idiots.

while the lads were still laughing, i got a text from paige.

messages;

paigey💗; can i come over? xx

me; i'm at jack's, what up? 💗

paigey💗; i've just gone down, if i'm honest :(

me; babes, mikey just looked over my shoulder, he'll be over soon. i love you😘

paigey💗; i don't deserve ya, love you more xxx

i went to the kitchen to get my pringles.

what a surprise, can't find them.

"who's eaten my pringles then?"

"jack."

"watch your back." i joke.

"hm, sure. oh, megan just text me. see you later." he hugged me goodbye.

"you two are cute." andy speaks up.

"oh, he speaks." i tease.

"very funny," and he throws a pillow at me.

"yep, i deserved that." i sat back down, with rye, brook and andy.

"what sports did you play in school?" they ask me.

"pretty much all of them."

"and you do music as well?"

"yeah, but i didn't take it as a gcse though." i explain.

"why?"

"because i wanted to take sports studies and history." i shrug.

"noice." rye said.

i shook my head and laughed.

"god, you guys make me laugh."

"good." brook said and kissed me on the cheek.

"rye, that's our cue to leave, man."

"defiantly."

idiots.

"film?" i ask.

"let's go for a walk." he said.

"why?" i ask, a little worried.

"just come." he smiles.

god, that smile.

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we were walking hand in hand in town, probably not the best place to go considering there were loads of roadies.

seeing brooklyn with fans in person, makes my heart melt.

he such a sweetheart. he deserves the world.

"what you thinking about?" he asks me.

"you and how you're such a sweet guy."

"you're cute," and he kissed me.

i pulled away, "what did you want to talk about?"

"tease, but you know how we said we liked each other," i nodded, "well, i think i love you."

i smiled, but then looked down, remembering how my ex did this and then screwed me over.

"why me though? there are thousands of girls that want you, that could be better than me and you deserve someone like that."

"but none of them are you. my fans are pretty and funny, but none of them are you. i love everything about you," i smiled, listening to every word, "i'm being serious, i love how you're so clumsy, how you play fight with me and jack, how you're so funny, beautiful, intelligent, i love your voice, how you're so competitive and how you sometimes get jealous. millie rose duff, i just love you."

"aw, brook. i love you too."

"you do?" he questioned.

"yes, i've really changed since i've been with you. in school, i was leaving lessons, getting into fights, and because of my anger management, i got into rugby, because that was the only way i could get my anger out, legally. i was still like that the day i met you. you've changed me for the better. i love you."

he let out a chuckle, "now kiss me."

"of course," and i did.
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we got to my flat and heard shouting, "liam, leave. she's happier without you."

that voice is paige's.

guessing mikey had left because damn would he do a runner.

when paige gets angry, you would want to leave.

"i don't want to go in." i say to brook.

"babe, come on." he said reassuringly.

i nodded, opened the door and walked in.

oh, yep. surprise.

it's my fucking ex.

liam white, gross.
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i really give up with sleep.

i have to be up in 6 hours😩

thanks for reading😴

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