Is It An Impossible Love?

Chapter 37

EMILY

"Loz?" I spin on my heel, facing my best friend.

"Yeah?" She blankly replies, picking at her pink her nails.
She's been like this since the guys left 3 weeks ago.
Out of it. She doesn't talk much anymore.

"Why are they late?" I ignore her behaviour like I did 30, 000 times ago.

She shrugs her shoulders. I deeply sigh. I'm getting quite pissed off with her right now.
She isn't telling me something and I know it.
This is what Lauren does when something's going to happen or she's upset.

I turn back around, watching the entrance.
They were meant to be back 5 minutes ago.
I check my phone, locking it again right after. A habit I have when I'm bored.

"Hello ladies." A familiar voice speaks.
I look up, Joe coming in for a light hug.
I squeal on the inside.

"Hi!" I lightly squeal. Their back.
Joe chuckles, pulling back.
Dean, James and Finn walk out next laughing at something. I give each of them a big hug.

"I'm so happy you're all back." They thank me.

Connor walks over to us next, running up to Lauren. Cute. Our hello can wait a little while.

I wait and wait.
He doesn't come out.
"Where is he?" I quietly ask myself.
He is meant to be here. He must be having trouble getting his bag.

A hand softly encloses on mine.
"Hello beautiful." The soft, husky voice whispers.
Chills run through my arms and back.
My hand burns from the gentle contact.

He pulls our arms up together, twirling me around.
The sight of him makes my breath hitch.

"Hi." I breath out, smiling.
Brad pulls us into a long and gentle kiss. Passion.

Our foreheads rest on each other's.

"I missed you," Brad whispers, caressing my cheek with his hand.

"I missed you as well."

"Come on guys, let's get you all back home." Joe breaks us up. 
We all get on our way, heading to the van outside the London airport.

I take a seat next to Brad and James.

"Well look at you, eh James?" I chuckle to myself.
I think James here is a little too use to the hot weather from their tour.

"I know, look at my sick as tan!" He sticks out his arms and legs.
Dark brown.
My mouth falls open in shock.

"Where the hell did this happen?" I ask, examining his skin.

"Australia." He smiles proudly, relaxing in his chair.

"There's so much I want to tell you," Brad whispers in my ear, wrapping his arm around my waste.
He's very warm.
I've missed his comfort.

Not even half an hour later we're back at mine and Lauren's house.

Lauren's jumps out of the van, then me and then Brad.

"Brad. Where are you going?" Joe frowns,

"I'm going to stay with Em tonight. I'll text you all later." Brad wraps his arm around my waste, ready to close the van.

"Okay. Have a good night you 3 girls." Joe winks, driving off down the street.

"He just called me a girl." Brad says in shock, leading me and Lauren to our door.

"I'm gonna go and crash. I'm really tired." Loz admits, walking up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Is she okay?" Brad asks, sitting down on the sofa.
I shrug my shoulders.

"I honestly don't know." I sigh, resting my head on Brad's shoulder. He holds my hand in his.

"I hope so." Brad kiss' my temple, pulling me closer.

"Tell me about Australia." I whisper into his t-shirt.

Brad's smile is evident on his face.

"It was amazing.
So sunny, the places are beautiful and the fans are so nice and supportive." I close my eyes as Brad continues his little talk.

"We went to Sydney for a whole week, had a lot of fun and then had our first show on that following Friday, then flew to Melbourne, Brisbane on Australia day and then our last show in Adelaide.
In Sydney, we went to Taronga Zoo and I got to hold a Quokko." I sleepily laugh at this animals name.

"Quokka?" I repeat. Brad nods.

"Yes, funny name isn't it?" I nod my head, saying a small yes.

"What else happened?"

"So James got a really dark tan in Sydney, Tris had real bad hands after the Sydney show. He had to wear gloves the rest of the tour.
In Adelaide, I had to warm my voice up and when I boiled my kettle, the plug in for the chord was so high I had to hold the kettle while it steamed up."

"Did he forget how hard playing the drums were?" Brad nods.

"Are your hands okay?" I slightly open my eyes, looking at our hands.

"Yes, mine are perfectly fine, love." I bring our hands to my lips, kissing his hand softly.
Brad pulls me down onto the couch, so we're lying down. Me on his chest.
I look down at Brad.

"Why'd you do that?" I whisper.

"Because I missed you and you're tired." I shake my head, no.

"I missed you too, but I'm not tired." My eye droops down a little.
Brad raises his hand to my head, pulling my head into his chest.

"Go to sleep my love." He kiss' my head, wrapping me up in his arms while I keep my hands between our chests.

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It's quite short, but something had to be put up right!?
Another eventful chapter will be updated very soon.
Sorry for the time in between this chapter and the last. I hope you like it.