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My Name is Gabby Simpson (The Vamps Fanfiction)

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Gabrielle Simpson has been a teenage runaway most of her life, depending on her wild heart and her ability to risk it all. She lives by others pockets, and until one day in London, she's never been caught. Until The Vamps. Until Bradley Simpson. Unt...

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Explanation Part 2

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by grayandthesea

by grayandthesea

                                    
                                              I took a deep breath, and ran a hand through my hair. I tried not to let my voice tremble, but it did anyways a bit. “After you all left yesterday, after I had been walking for a while, I- I couldn’t find them, and eventually I was entirely lost. These two men, one offered me his map...” I looked down, avoiding his gaze and keeping my voice low. “Well. They followed me and…” I took another breath, the event flashing in my memory again. The alley. He grabbed me, he held me. The darkness.  “I got away, before... But I- I almost… Do you really need me to say all of this?”
                          He stared at me, eyes wide and angry. With them, or with me, I wasn’t sure. I felt a flush creep to my cheeks. Then slowly, solemnly, Tristan shook his head.  
                          “Don’t tell Bradley,” I told him.

                          “Don’t tell Bradley what?”
                          I gave him a look.
                          Tristan stared at me, attempting to regain indifference. “Why not?”
                          “I- I don’t want him, or anyone really, to worry.”
                          He scratched his chin and let out a laugh. “It’s a little too late for that.” When I didn’t respond again, he turned around, but before he could take a step, I grabbed his wrist.
                          “Are you going to tell him?”
                          Tristan looked down at where my fingers encircled his skin, surprise and fascination on his features. I realized I was still holding it and flushed with embarrassment, releasing my grip.
                          “No,” he said. “But you have to know, I’m not the only one making assumptions. I think Brad should know, but I won’t tell him. If it’s that important to you.”
                          “It is.”
                          “Well then,” he gave me a small smile. “Your secret is safe with me.”
                          I let out a breath of relief.
                          If only things were ever that simple.
                          
                          I'm not sure why I split it into two parts, but, yeah, sorry this is so short! Thank you so much for reading, I very very much appreciate it.