Is this love? // Bradley will Simpson fanfic//

Chapter 13

I pushed Niall away and slapped him across the face.
"You slut!" Niall shouted at me. He said he loved me a few seconds ago then unexpectedly smashed his lips on to mine, this boys mood swings are kind of giving me whiplash.
"What did you just say" Brad said, he clenched his fists by his sides and launched for niall, punching him square in the jaw. He dropped on the floor and cupped his face.

"Brad...I.. It's not what it looks like! He kissed me!" I said, grabbing his arm to spin him round and face me. He didn't move his body, he just turned his head to face me.
"Don't, were done, don't ever speak to me again." He spat. It was so quiet yet so certain. It was honestly terrifying! I've never seen him like this before.

James and zayn came running out and zayn went straight to niall who was still on the floor. I couldn't contain it anymore. I just cried, I broke down... And cried.
"What the fuck happened" James asked, looking from me to Niall.
"Come on let's get you home" James picked me up bridal style and took me to McDonalds whilst we waited for our taxi. He came over with our coffees and handed one to me.
"Thanks" I whispered, barley audible.
"What happened" he asked sympathetically.
"Well, Brad and I were dancing, then Niall came up to me and asked me if he could have a word out side" I took a sip of my hot beverage then proceeded, "then he confessed his 'love' for me and then smashed his lips on to mine. Then literally the second he did it- Brad saw. It was such bad timing! I literally had my hand on his chest pushing him away! But Brad saw at the wrong time!" I was now crying again and James just sat there looking upset.
"Then Brad punched him in the jaw and told me never to speak to him again, James I can't li e without him, I already feel like my heart had shattered into a billion pieces. I don't think I can bare to be around him" James came and hugged me.

I just sat there sobbing into his chest until our taxi arrived. He told the driver to take us to my address first- I hugged James goodbye and he told me to text him and we will meet up. I'm so distraught right now- it's not healthy. I feel so low and I can't seem to make my self happy.

---------- 3 days later -----------
"Tasha?" James shouted through the house.
"What" I moaned from my bedroom, I hadn't moved all weekend- apart from going to the toilet of course. I haven't eaten nor showered.
"You've been here for the last 3 days! You need to move about! People are going to forget who you are!" He joked, also quite serious.
"I don't want to move" I moaned. he raised his eyebrow at me in return.
"Go get a shower, we're going out, I'm waiting downstairs you have an hour... And If I come back up and find you here again, there is going to be trouble" then he just walked straight out the door and ran downstairs. Great.

I got a shower, washed my face, did my hair and put the tiniest amount of makeup on- to cover the deadly reality of your appearance after crying none stop for 3 whole days.
"Wow, she walks" James mocked.
"Thanks James, for being here for me, but won't..." I started, I couldn't even say his name.
"Won't he be mad?" I asked, gulping.
"I don't care, I may be one of his best friend, but your one of mine! Therefore I love you and I love him, I want to be here for you both." I nodded and smiled.
"So where are we going" I smiled slightly for what feels like the first time in forever.
"Out" he smirked.
"Ok" we set off and arrived got a table next to the window.

I saw James looking round, like he was looking for someone.
"Who are you looking for?" I asked him.
"Oh Erm, no one" he smiled.
A few seconds later, everyone came through the door, and by everyone I mean.

"Hey!" Tristan screamed, running into my arms and hugging me. I love him!
"Hey!" Con joined in.
I looked over cons shoulder to see Brad looking down at his phone, he looked up and I saw his eyes connect with mine- he then sighed and walked back out of the coffee shop. I sighed too and just when I started to feel back to my self, he breaks my broken heart for the second time round.

A tear escaped my eye, and just as I lifted my hand to wipe it away, I heard a loud scream and I instantly knew who's it was! Brads!
"What the fuck! Brad!!!" I screamed, running out trying to find him. As soon as I reached the main road I stopped. My jaw hung down to the floor and I froze with fear. Quickly I got my phone out and called the Ambulance. I told them where we are and what had happened.

"Brad!" I ran to his limp body that was covered in blood. He had been ran over. I checked for a pulse but I found nothing. Grabbing his hand I squeezed it in mine and kissed it. The love of my life... Here on the floor, he thinks I cheated on him. His beautiful brown eyes that used to glitter and glisten every time he sang has gone and are replaced by an bland colour. His brown bouncy curls sat there- lifeless. His flamboyant, lovable, caring self has gone. My love... Has gone.

This can't be it.

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WHAT DID I JUST WRITE!! Did anyone else cry! Omg what have I done hahaha!

I'm sosososososososoooo sorry for being the absolute worst at updating. I'm just not motivated anymore! I feel like no one is reading!

- Nicole ️xx