To Be Loved By You - Brad Simpson Fanfiction

Chapter One

I breath heavily as I get back to my house. I stop running and walk into the backyard where my mum is sitting on the terrace, enjoying the spring sun.

'Hey honey', she greets me. 'Did you have a good run?'

I can't even answer, that's how out of breath I still am. So I just nod and fall down in the lounge chair beside her. I take the glass of water that is still half full and has a little bit of her lipstick stain on it and chug it down. My mum chuckles and closes her eyes as she leans back to enjoy the sun again.

'I know what you're doing', she eventually says.

I have finally caught my breath. 'What do you mean?', I ask.

'You always run your heart out when you're nervous. You did it right before you're A-Levels or the night before Prom. And not to forget all those times when you started dating Lucas.'

'Mum', I sigh. 'Please don't start talking about my ex boyfriend now, my emotions are messed up enough already, no need to add him to the list.'

She looks at me and gives me a comforting smile. 'I'm sorry, I'm just trying to say that you don't have to play it cool. You can tell me that you're absolutely freaking out about starting that internship on Monday.'

Now I really can't help it but start laughing. She really does know me too well. 'Freaking out sums it up pretty good. I know I can get the job done I'm just-'

'Scared of meeting so many new people and being in an environment you don't know yet', she finishes my sentence.

I lean back and sigh heavily. 'Exactly.'

I've packed all my stuff up in my car and am all ready and set to go. I've spent the past month at my family's house because I was on semester break. But as my internship starts on Monday I've decided to head back to my flat in London two days early to get settled in again. And because I'm way too scared that if I headed back Sunday night something would go wrong and I wouldn't get to the office in time on Monday morning. Sounds silly, I know that. But that's on overthinking and social anxiety.

'Bye honey, drive safely. Text us when you get there', mum says as she pulls me into a big hug. I squeeze her tightly. 'And please don't worry too much. They wouldn't have accepted you as an intern if they didn't think you'd suit the job.'

I try to give her a smile. 'I know, I know, I'll try my best at not freaking out.'

She lets go of me and gives dad a go at the old hugging it out and saying goodbye.

'We all know you've got this Lizzy. You just gotta believe in yourself.'

Dad and his bloody wisdom.

I snuggle into his chest for a second before letting go of him. 'Thank you, dad. I'll call you if I forget it again.'

My brother interrupts us with his laughter. 'I'm sure he's got plenty of similar advice up his sleeve.'

I squeeze him tightly before he can push me off of him. 'Don't even pretend you're not gonna miss me, I know you will.'

He just shakes his head with a big smile on his lips. 'I'm gonna utilize your room as a tv room again. Your bed makes a good couch.'

'I hate you', I say laughing before I open the car door. 'Alright guys, I better head off now.' They all wave as I get in the car and roll down the window.

'Byeeee', I yell and start driving.

'Good luck', my mum calls out and then I'm around the corner and on my way back to London.

The drive goes by very quickly. I'm listening to my roadtrip playlist and singing along very loudly and very very wrong. 

After a while though my mind wonders off and I start thinking of what's about to come. When I sent my CV to the management label I never expected to be accepted. It literally was a joke. One of my best friends Maya told me to apply because she thought it was funny if I worked for the band I had been fangirling over since my early teenage years. I found that idea ridiculously funny so I applied. Next thing I knew a couple weeks later I got an acceptance letter. 

I had a couple phone calls with them, discussing with me which criteria the internship had to meet for my university to accept it. I only really needed to be working on something to do with social media so they told me I'd be working with their bands social media team. 

I'm thinking about how the next few months I'm gonna be working with the people that post the Vamps content on their Instagram as I arrive at my flat. Only 48 more hours. Holy shit, what am I even doing?