A/N: So here's the chapter I nearly put up last week. It's a good thing I didn't because I ended up adding more than I intended and the chapter is longer than usual. Hope you enjoy it, it's completely in Brooke's POV.

Also I'm writing another Breyton fict and hope to have that up in the next couple of days so look out for it.

The Other Side of The World

Brooke's POV

We landed in Italy first; I think she chose this first just so the bulk of the shopping would out the way. Who needs to shop when I can design my own clothes, but I'm not ruling out shopping altogether. I believe she chose Italy for me because she doesn't seem that interested. I have this feeling she has a sneaky plan for the rest of our trip. We visit several touristy places in Milan and Rome all names that I've forgotten already.

I know the trip was short notice but I don't think she actually booked past Italy yet. I won't tell her I suspect that yet, I'll just go along with the flow. We actually only stay in Italy for a week and go to our next stop, Paris.

It was so romantic. We went to the Louvre, but that was for her. We went shopping (yes again, are you really surprised) and just generally walked up the Champs-Élysées. We went up the Eiffel Tower and the view of Paris was amazing. Just to look at the city from that height was breath taking. That image is something I'll remember for the rest of my life.

It's great just the two of us having this time together. The other night we were just sitting in a restaurant, staring at each other over the candlelight. She just makes me smile without even doing anything. In public we're just enjoying our holiday but when we're alone, we don't know what to do with ourselves. It's been weird since we left Tree Hill. We don't seem to want to admit that to each other.

The walk back to our hotel was quiet, just taking in the scenery. To see Paris at night is beautiful. She broke the silence once we were in our room. "Slight change of plan. We're gonna hit London early. There's a band playing that I want to check out. Is that ok?" I nod and then she walks into the bathroom.

I get changed into something to sleep in and I sit on the bed. I decide to approach a subject that has been playing on my mind since the trip started. She comes out of the bathroom and I decide it's now or never.

"Peyt" I tap the space on the bed next to me. I turn to face her as she sits down and I cross my legs on the bed. "What did Larry say back in Tree Hill?" She looks down at her hands. I place one of my hands on hers and lift her chin up. "Peyton, tell me." I plead with her. She nods and starts speaking.

"He said I was an idiot and that I'm making a huge mistake. He kept going on about how I'm confused and that it was just wedding nerves." Tears start rolling down her eyes. She doesn't seem concerned and continues. "When I told him I was in love with you, he laughed. He dismissed my feelings and said I didn't know what I wanted. I told him that I've been hiding the truth and it's been suffocating me. Mum always said to be myself and I'm doing that now. That's all I can think about. I asked him to understand and be supportive and you know what he said Brooke?"

Her tears are uncontrollable and I can see the hurt in her eyes. I pull her into a hug. "He said he didn't think he could. I didn't need to hear anymore." I'm stroking her back, anything to help her even out her breathing. "He'll come round Peyt, I'm sure of it. He's just in shock and needs time." I'm not really sure if I believe that myself but that's all I can think of saying to her.

She pulls away from the hug and I look into her red eyes. "What if he doesn't Brooke?" I brush some of her blonde hair out of her face and caress her cheek. "He will, but if he doesn't then we'll face him together." I kiss her forehead. "Come here." I help her into bed, holding her. She tightens her grip on me.

"I love you B Davis." I kiss the top of her forehead again and keep holding her. "I love you too P Sawyer." It breaks my heart to see her like this. We lay there and I wait until she's fallen asleep before I close my eyes.

It's been two days since Peyton broke down in Paris. We're in London and we're seeing the band tomorrow. I have an idea that came to me earlier, when we were walking around. I take her to a club but not just any club, a gay one. I figure this way we can just be ourselves and listen to cheesy music before we get to the serious stuff tomorrow. I'm sure she knows that I'm not looking forward to it, that's why I think she's amusing me by agreeing to go to this club. The two of us don't exactly have the same taste in music; it's like chalk and cheese.

We've been at the club for a couple of hours and we're standing at the bar trying to order some drinks. I feel my phone vibrate and when I see the name, there's no hesitation in answering it "Hello."

"Brooke, can you hear me?" The other voice says. "If you can her me, I'm just going to find somewhere quieter so hold on." I turn to Peyton and mouth 'Haley' then point to a door. I try to find a quieter spot so I can speak to her. I end up standing just outside the bathroom.

"Hey Tutor Mum, how are you?" I sound a lot more chirper then the last time we spoke.

"I'm ok, you sound good. Where are you?" At least this hasn't started like how the last conversation turned out. Her voice is a lot softer, the Haley that I'm used to.

"I'm at a club." She must have just finished class I reckon as I try to work out the time difference.

"I think that was obvious by the loud music. Is Peyton with you?" I still manage to hear her despite the bustling going on around me. Standing near the toilet isn't a good idea so I head outside, my hand getting stamped on the way.

"Yeah she is. How is everyone, Lucas?" I thought it was best to ask. I'm not doing it because I feel I have to. I'm asking her because I genuinely want to know, though I think I can guess.

"He's not doing well. He's just closed up and I can't seem to reach him, nobody can. Where have you two run off too?"

"Is Lucas gonna come chasing after us if I tell you?" I'm being funny and serious at the same time.

"No and I didn't tell him. He overheard me repeat where Peyton was when I was speaking to you. Plus he's not here." I can tell she's being sincere when she answers me.

The thing about us is that we don't really keep things from each other and we get straight to the point, except for the fact that I didn't tell how I feel about Peyton all this time. "Peyton needed to get away from everything, everyone, so we left America?"

"What, where have you gone?" She seems surprised. Maybe she was expecting us to go to LA, coz that would have been my choice if it were up to me. When I think of it, obvious comes to mind and I guess that's why Peyton didn't want to go there.

"We've just been around, hopping from city to city." So I'm now hiding the specifics from her but I'm not lying so I can't be accused of doing such a thing.

"Brooke I want you to answer this question truthfully, do you feel the same way about Peyton?"

I gulp at her words. I didn't think that question would come up. Call me naive but it didn't cross my mind. I thought we were just going to talk about Peyton and Lucas, which would be fine with me. I realise there's no point in hiding the truth. "I love her and would do anything for her. She's my family and I can't see anybody but her."

"I get it. I shouldn't but I get it. When are you planning on coming back?"

"Not sure. This isn't exactly a well-planned trip so your guess is as good as mine. At this present moment, I don't think Peyton wants to go back. Whichever way, I'll support her decision."

"I miss the both of you but I understand and hope that you will come back. I'm gonna have to go but I hope to hear from you soon, ok"

"Sure Tutor Mum. Take care and say hello to Nathan and Jamie. Bye." I cut the call and head back to Peyton. When I get there I notice a red head wearing a red halter-top and a really short black skirt, talking to Peyton at the bar, she kind of reminds me of Rachel in the sluttish way. She really shouldn't be wearing that outfit, as she looks a mess. She obviously got dressed in the dark.

She's leaning in, speaking in her ear. They are sharing smiles at each other and I'm not impressed. I have to admit that I'm a bit jealous and I know she wouldn't do anything but I can't help the fact that my trust is a little shaky in that department, I don't need to explain why. I have to get over that so I don't jeopardise my relationship with Peyton.

I walk over and slip in behind Peyton, kissing her neck and wrapping my arms around her waist. "Hey I'm Peyton's girlfriend and you are?" My words are harsh but who cares. I wasn't sure if she heard me but I need to make sure she knows who I am by just looking at us.

She smiles, trying to be all innocent but I know what she's up to because I used to be her in a former life. I know all of the flirting tricks so I'm no dummy to her game. She takes a sip out of her drink and just raises her left eyebrow at me. This doesn't impress me, in fact it makes me seethe inside but I'm determined not to show it.

"Brooke." Somehow through the music, I hear my name being called but I don't respond. Instead I'm locked into a staring contest with the red-haired slut. The both of us are unwilling to look away. I don't know what point she's trying to prove because we all know that Peyton is coming with me at the end of the night.

"Brooke!" My name is called again but I'm still not budging. Peyton pulls out of my arms, her hands are on my waist and I can feel her breathe beside my ear. "Come on, we're going." I'm being pulled away as I'm continuing to stare at the slut until she's no longer in sight.

We're standing in the queue for the cloakroom when she turns to me. "What was that about?" Peyton looks pissed off and unimpressed. "Are you telling me you didn't see that? She was blatantly flirting with you. Touching your arm and playing with her hair."

She starts to smile and I'm perplexed as I thought we were possibly going to have our first fight. "You're jealous." I think it was more of a statement than a question but I answer anyway. "No I'm not."

She continues to goad me. "You are and it's sweet." She pulls me to her and kisses me. It's getting hot as our bodies are pressed together while our tongues massage each other's. A girl behind me taps me on the shoulder and I reluctantly pull away from Peyton. When I face her she points ahead of us; it seems that it's our turn to collect our coats from the cloakroom. We grab our stuff and head out looking for a taxi. I have to make sure we continue our make out session back at the hotel.