Brooklyn walked out of her house the next morning in a daze. Her mind was still on last night.

She had told him.

Brooklyn sighed and rubbed her eyes. After forcing Harry to leave she had a sleepless night. She wished that he would have stayed and that she hadn't have made him go. She had received a call from her father, which she ignored and she was trying her hardest to forget about her mothers words.

"Hey."

Brooklyn jumped when she heard Harry's voice and she frowned when she realised she hadn't even seen him parked outside her house.

"I think I'm just going to walk," Brooklyn mumbled, but...