To Be Loved By You - Brad Simpson Fanfiction

Chapter Eleven

A/N: Next chapteeeeer! Let me know what you think plssss

'Heyyy, there she is', Tristan calls out as I get out of the uber.

Embarrassed by all the attention his loud call draws on me I give them a small wave. I get all my luggage out of the booth and take it with me to the big red bus where everyone is standing in front of. Why are they all here already? I left early. I frankly get my phone out to look at the time.

'It's not even ten yet, why are you all here already?', I ask, mainly looking at Tris and Brad who are usually late.

Joe puts his arm around my shoulders.

'I have told you to come half an hour after everyone else because if I had told you to come at half ten, you would have been here at 9.'

I give him a confused look.

'That's not', I start but he interrupts.

'Yes, it is. It is true.'

The boys laugh and I feel my body heat up a bit.

'Alright, now that everyone's here', he says loudly and takes his arm off my shoulder again. 'Two bands, two tour busses. Dean and I will be staying on the Vamps bus, Lizzy's main work will center around New Hope Club so she'll stay on their bus. Grab your luggage and hop on, let's start this tour!'

The boys start to cheer and I grab my suitcase and shoulder my bag to follow Reece, Blake and George. When I step aside, Brad's in front of me, leaning down to lift his own bag. I nearly run into him.

'Sorry', I mumble. This is the first time I see him after he helped me out. I've texted him afterwards and he told me not to worry about it but that was all the contact we've had. He stands up and throws the what looks like a sports bag over his shoulder.

'I hope you visit our tour bus every now and then', he says and winks at me, before walking past me and getting on the bus.

What the hell?

'Lizzy? You coming?', Reece calls for me from their bus.

I snap my head up and nod. 'Yeah, of course!'

I follow him inside the bus. This feels surreal. Since I've become a fan I have only ever imagined what a tour bus looked like from the inside. There's a big spacious place on the right of the door, behind the driver's seat. Two tables, seats and a kitchenette. There's already been two bags placed on the seats.

'So this is where we eat and chill, but we don't spend too much time down here', Reece tells me. Then he motions me to follow him upstairs. The stairs are narrow and once we get to the top the space is much more cramped than it was downstairs. To the left there's a couple bunked beds, on our right there's a fridge, a table and two benches.

Blake and George lean against the bunkbeds. 'There's just the four of us on the bus today and we're sleeping in a hotel tonight but you should still chose your bed wisely because it will be yours for the rest of the tour', Blake explains.
I fumble with the strap of my bag, unsure of what to do next.

'Well', Reese takes my suitcase. 'I would suggest the bed at the end here', he says and rolls my suitcase to the back of the bus. 'It's the quietest one.'

'And you want to give that to me?'

'it's a one time offer, if you don't take it now I'll go for it', Reece grins.

Before I can say anything, George grabs my suitcase and puts it on the bed. 'You'll thank me later', he says before proceeding to put his own bag on another bed.