A/N: Thanks to all those that reviewed. You've helped make a oneshot into something more. I have to make a comment about Hundred and the Breyton church scene. I can't stop watching it. It's one of the best moments especially Peyton's reaction.
Anyway this chapter is split in both POV

It Ain't Easy

Peyton's POV

I sit back and watch her packing, incessantly asking what she should take. I have this feeling that she thinks we're going somewhere warm as I see a few bikinis and short skirts find their way into her suitcase. I didn't want to pick anywhere with a beach for two reasons; the honeymoon was in St Lucia and the other reason is that if we went near a beach, Brooke would be there all the time and not want to go anywhere else. I might want to see some sights or stay in the hotel room. I'm not sure I have the heart to tell her yet that there's no beach where we're going.

I keep grinning and staring at her. She senses this and looks over at me. She flashes her dimples (don't get me started on those or I'll be here all day) and she slowly walks over to me. I'm completely getting lost in her eyes and I even think I'm drooling at this point. She kisses me softly at first and pulls back to look at me, while still standing up. I pull her closer and kiss her with more intensity.

Not sure how long it was before we both pulled back out of breath. As my breath slowly evens out she speaks. "Peyton, where are we going?" Her hand finds my cheek and slowly caresses it, "I need to know what to pack or I'll end up taking everything."

Feeling too light headed to keep it from her I answer, "We're having a Euro trip but it won't end up like the film." She doesn't seem impressed by this so I decide to throw something that will make her smile. "We'll be hitting three of the fashion capitals of the world, London, Paris and Milan, plus a little stop in Amsterdam." I wiggle my eyebrows when saying Amsterdam and she breaks out into a goofy grin. She quickly kisses me and goes back to her suitcase. "I guess I better pack some suitable clothes then."

It's pretty evident that I'm whipped and have been for some time without us being in that type of relationship. Who else would have got me to be a cheerleader, seriously? Mental note to myself, need to work on that.

I had been so scared of telling her anything. It hurt because we tell each other everything. Even if we don't want to the other one would sense something was up; there was no hiding anything. There was too much at stake in admitting the truth. I thought I would lose her if the truth came out especially if the feelings weren't reciprocated and it would change everything.

We've been through so much together, she's my world and I didn't want to lose that, so keeping this a secret was easy in that case, but not really easy at all. I played the façade with Lucas and I'm so sorry for using him that way; he didn't deserve that. He deserves to be happy and I wasn't happy with him. God knows why I went as far as I did with the whole thing. I hope one day he can find it in his heart to forgive me.

Both of our phones haven't stopped ringing since we switched them on. Not sure why we decided to switch them on, we didn't want to speak to anybody else but each other and we haven't been apart.

I decided to switch my phone back off but Brooke kept hers on. I've helped Brooke pack before but it was different this time, especially when she's waving her underwear about and all I can think of is what she would look with only that on or off for that matter.

Brooke grabs my hand and pulls me from my thoughts. She's finished packing quicker than I thought. She kisses me quickly. "Help me grab my bags please." Before I get a chance to respond, she's out the door taking the lighter bag with her and leaving me with the heavy one. I shake my head 'what was I saying before about being whipped'.

Brooke's POV

When we got back to Peyton's, Larry was there. The look on his face spoke volumes so I left them to it and went upstairs. They've been down there for a while; God knows what he thinks about all this.

I have to admit that I wasn't excited by the prospect of going to Europe. I mean how could she not pick a place with a beach. I could be lying there, getting a tan, swimming in the water. Once she said the cities, a light bulb went on in my end. Shopping in those cities is gonna be the best; not sure Peyton will want to be dragged from shop to shop though. I guess I'll have to find a way to make it up to her.

My chain of thoughts is broken as my phone starts to ring for the umpteenth time and I reluctantly pick it up, 'Why did I switch this thing on again?' The caller ID says Haley and I'm hesitant to answer. She might be our friend but she was Luc's friend first. I press the call button and I hear her voice instantly. "You've finally answered, where did you go?"

"Hello to you too." I try to keep it light over the phone.

"Erm, hi. You gonna answer my question then?" Her tone says that she wasn't in the mood for lightness.

"I went to find Peyton." I simply answer.

She throws another question at me. "Did you find her then?"

"Yeah!" I really didn't want to give anything else away.

"Are you gonna elaborate?" I can sense she's starting to get pissed off, if she wasn't already.

I take in a deep breath and I put my free hand through my hair. "She's ok, just talking to Larry."

"She's home." She sounds completely surprised. "Lucas is going out of his mind here. Did you know before?"

"Know what, Tutor Mum?" I'm not sure why I'm playing this game but I'm still not willing to give her all the information.

"Don't answer a question with another question and don't play stupid with me." Now I know she's pissed off. "Did you know how she felt about Lucas, the wedding and you?" I'm taken aback by her bluntness.

"I had no idea, I promise you that." I hope she believes me. The last thing I want is for Haley to be disappointed in me and think that all this has been going on behind everyone's back. I hold her opinion in high regard and don't want her to think any less of me. I've disappointed her before and I don't want to see that look on her face again.

Peyton walks in and looks pissed off. She grabs her bag "We need to go now." I point to my phone, that's still on me ear and mouth 'Haley'. My attention goes back to the phone call only to hear Haley shout "Lucas, wait, I don't think it's a good idea yet."

My eyes squint in confusion wondering what has been going on at the other end of the line. Haley directs her next words at me. "Brooke, Lucas is on his way over to Peyton's." I simply say, "I've got to go" before putting the phone down.

I look at Peyton "Lucas is on his way." I tell her. She grabs her bags and pulls me down the stairs.