*Luna's POV*

"Lu.. Hey Lu... Wake up." I wake up not because of the hardly whispering voice calling my name and telling me to wake up, but because of the rough hands shaking me in an attempt to be soft. I open my eyes slightly and look up. Although the image is unclear at first, I can finally decipher who it is.

"Jess? What are you doing here?" I was about to ask what he was doing in my room, but I suddenly remember that I was sleeping too peacefully to actually have been in my room and the sounds of rustling branches assures me that I'm definitely not in that room.

I sit up and offer him some of my blanket because it's pretty cold out and he's hardly covering himself. I personally love when it's really cold, but Jesse starts panicking and saying his fingers will fall off as soon as the temperature reaches anything under 70F. I wonder how he's going to survive in London. He kindly snuggles in with me putting his arms around me and allowing me to lean on him while we face Bryan's grave. He puts the large blanket over our shoulders, making sure to cover us completely before answering my question.

"Sol woke me up after you left and told me you were coming to visit him. You hadn't come home and even though she hadn't mentioned you weren't bringing Lance, I knew you wouldn't have brought him with you because you're so stubborn," he makes a sound between a chuckle and deep sigh before continuing, "anyways, you hadn't come home and we started getting worried. I could've sent Serena or your sister, but I know you would've gotten irritated with them after a while." We both lightly laugh this time at the truth in his statement. I love my sister and Serena with all my heart, but when they see me get quiet they automatically start asking questions. 'How are you doing? Are you okay? What are you thinking about?' and so on. I know they get worried and that they want to make sure I'm okay, but sometimes I just want silence. I want to stare at his grave and reminisce on the moments we have shared together. They don't know how to be quiet and that's why I'm so thankful that I have Jesse. He knows just what to do. He makes a couple of jokes here and there, but for the most part, he'll sit with me, cradle me in his arms, and let me do what I feel I need to do. Sometimes I want to cry and I'm so glad he's not like most guys that don't know how to react when a girl cries; he just holds me and let's me cry into his chest, rubs my hair and makes me feel safe. Sometimes I want to talk about Bryan though and he knows just how to do it. He has known Bryan since they were little lads and it's nice to hear stories of when Bryan was young and innocent, before all this shit happened, when he was alive and there was nothing to worry about.

I love that Jess and I have always been this close. Since I met him my freshmen year on the first day of class in choir, we just bonded immediately. We thought at first that we may have had a crush on each other because we were naive enough to go with the stereotypical idea the two people of different sexes can't be "just friends". We tried going on a date, but when we kissed, it felt so awkward and we just decided to see if this friend thing without the attachment of romantic feelings could work. It definitely did and we noticed we were like siblings, he was like the big brother I needed.

Sol and I have an older brother, his name is Jason, but he doesn't talk to us much. We always try to call, but he never answers. Mum and dad say they haven't spoken to him since he turned 18, but our brother left when we were around 9 and he was 14. I don't know why he hates us. We just want to love him, but he just pushes us away. We've only talked to him a handful of times since he left and he always cries about how he's sorry and how he wishes he could call more, but then he doesn't call for months. I don't know why he does this to us. Fills us with hope and then crushes us.

That's why I'm glad I have Jesse. Even though he fills that hole almost completely, there is always this little slit that tries to break me when I wonder why my biological brother can't love me this way.

I needed a dad figure when Bryan died to comfort me like a dad should. My mum has always been there, she's my rock, but my dad is a piece of shit. He's a CEO in a big advertisement company he opened when he initially moved her from Spain with my mother, but after a couple of years he started making a lot of money and he completely changed. He's had the same lover ever since and he also has a couple of randoms that he sleeps around with. My mum jut stays with him. She should have left him a long time ago.

I wanted to be able to count on my big brother as a father figure and that may be selfish, but that's what I needed; especially when Bryan died. Jesse has been a great big brother for me, but I just wish my biological brother was here for me too.

I suddenly realised I was crying when Jesse grabbed me to cradle me in his lap. I tried to apologise, but my words kept being interrupted by sobs. He just shushes me and rocks me on his lap.

I don't know how long we've been here just staring at his grave, but when I grab to look at my phone, I notice my alarm will inform me I have to leave in about 15 minutes.

"Jess, can you tell me a story of you and Bry when you guys were little?" He smiles into my hair before beginning.

"Well, I remember this one time and I think we were about 8 years old. We thought we were these big kids that wanted to be bad ass and we made a plan to leave the house and go to a park near by and just chill. We thought our parents would be asleep by 10 because they made us go to sleep around 9 and we just assumed they went straight to bed. Anyways, we were so tired and we kept calling each other from our home phones. We really thought our parents wouldn't hear us." He stops to chuckle and think back to that day, I assume. "Well anyways as soon as the clock struck 10, we both left our houses from the front door. We ran and ran to the playground around our houses and when we made it we were out of breath and laughing like idiots. We started playing around and out of nowhere, we see four people, but we couldn't tell who they were. Next thing we know, we hear a deep voice yelling 'RUN!' and that's exactly what we did. When we got home we were panting and when we tried to get inside, the doors were locked. We were so fucking scared." He starts laughing again. "Anyways, those four dark figures show up again and we start crying. They started laughing and when they came out of the dark we noticed it was our parents." He was really laughing this time and I couldn't help but join him. "But yeah, that's the story of how we got grounded for a month because we thought it would be cool and bad ass to go to the playground at 10pm."

I couldn't help, but think about Bryan when he was that young. When I met Bryan, he was 18, full of tattoos and already this 'bad ass' as he liked to put it. His mum has shown me pictures of him when he was younger and I can't help but think of little Bryan and little Jesse running to the playground at 10 pm and being scared to death by their parents. I was in deep thought when my alarm clock went off, startling me a bit.

"I'm gonna go wait in my car while you say bye to him. I'll follow you home afterwards." Jesse smiles at me, kisses my head and helps me shimmy off of him. He stands up, kisses his fingers and places it on his tombstone while mumbling his goodbye.

After his departure, I stare at Bryan's tombstone for a couple of minutes while I feel my tears threatening to erupt.

"I love you so much. I'll come and visit you as much as I can. I hope I can be happy there. I want to move on from everything that has happened and I think it'll help. Bryan you are my everything." I'm crying at this point and I just kiss his tombstone while muttering my final goodbyes. I grab my things and walk towards my car.

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It's almost 7:30 now and I'm beginning to feel more and more anxious as the minutes pass by inching closer to 8. Our plane leaves at 10, but we have to be there at 9. The good thing about being famous though, is that we don't have to wait in long lines and we get escorted straight to first class.

Someone rings our doorbell and I'm pretty excited because it's either the rest of the lads from The NBHD or my great and amazing friend Marc.

After Bryan's funeral, I went through sort of a shock stage. I didn't talk to anyone for a bit and when I did, it was only to ask for directions in photo shoots or when I was forced to talk to people in interviews. I put up a good front for the cameras, but since I live with Sol, Sierra, and Jesse, they saw how much I would change. I would get home and go straight to my room and once I tried to commit suicide. I was sent to a private behavioural hospital and that's where I met Marc. He was a mental health tech there and he became one of my best friends.

Marc helped me out through so much. Marc is your stereotypical gay. He recognised me for my modelling and admitted to being a huge fan. He was the first person I showed the song I wrote for Bryan and he encouraged me to do something about it. He encouraged me to get better.
When the media found out of my "mental instability" he helped me not give a fuck and keep my head held high.

When I open the door, my best friend is standing right there and he engulfs me in a hug. I notice the rest of the boys behind him and bring them in. I'm sad that Marc can't come to London with us, but he has responsibilities here.

We decide to go to breakfast at a local restaurant and since I'm not a big fan of breakfast foods I just order a chicken crepe and an English Breakfast tea. We have our regular conversations and I know as excited as we are to be leaving, we are also very sad that we have to leave our family behind.

"Alright guys it's 8:30 so we really have to leave." Jeremy reminds us and that's when it really hits me. Marc notices and brings me to him for a hug.

"I love you little Luna. You'll be fine and if you ever need me, I'm just a phone call away. Don't you ever forget." He kisses me cheek and I start crying. It's not crazy sobbing, but I have a couple of tears.

"Remember you'll be back in a couple of months to see my film." Marc loves his job at the hospital, but his real passion is making short films. He's working on a short film now about the acceptance of mental health issues in society and I'm honestly so excited. I'll be home in a couple of months when he announces the release date and I'll be able to see him again.

I sniffle before replying, "I know, I know. You have to promise to visit too please!" He promises to do so and after we are done paying, we head out to the car with our bodyguards where all of our luggage is at. We are only bringing the basics because we all decided on a clean start so we bought new furniture and stuff for the new flat in London. I'm quite excited because we have a huge penthouse flat and it has four master bedrooms.

At the car we say our final goodbyes to Marc and head out. I pay attention to every detail as we drive to the airport because as glad as I am to be leaving, California will always be where I grew up.

We are finally at the airport and the amount of fans outside is ridiculous. It's the cumulative amount of fans for The Neighbourhood, Serena, Sol, and I so it's quite busy. Our bodyguards get out first and open the doors for us. We stop to say hi to fans and take pictures as well as sign autographs. When we finally make it inside, we are escorted to security. After finishing the basics of security we are rushed to the plane and take our seats in first class. Each seat is seriously like a little room and regardless of how many times I've been in first class, it just never gets old. Since the plane has wifi, I take out my iPad and tweet my fans.

"On the plane guys!! This is wilddd xx" I attach a picture of myself in the seat and get ready to send another one.

"I'll be on this plane for almost 11 hours guys so send me creative tweets for a follow back! #lunafollowspree"

I put my headphones on to listen to some music and DM some of my followers back. This is going to be a long flight, but it's gonna be worth it.

Notes

YAY THIRD UPDATE!

Btw, I failed to mention that I'm going to be posting new characters as they show up in the fic because I kind of want to catch you guys by surprise. I also changed who Luna and Sol were supposed to look like. The original people I had in mind were the Olsen twins, but tbh I just think that Rosie Huntington-Whiteley is a much better fit for what I imagine them to look like so yeah let's just pretend that Rosie has an identical twin lol.

Love you guys xx