To Be Loved By You - Brad Simpson Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Eight

A/N: AHHHH I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS ONE

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I don't know how I've fallen asleep right there on that couch. But once the boys had left to go on stage and I hesitantly set down I must have been gone within seconds. I didn't even hear Tris start to play the drums for the first song. I slowly open my eyes. Brad sits on the edge, his hand on my arm, gently shaking me awake.

'What's going on?', I ask. I quickly sit up and rub my eyes when I realize all the boys are back and surround the couch. 'Sorry, sorry – I really don't know how that happened.'

Connor chuckles. 'Don't be sorry. Falling asleep in the most random places just means you've finally accustomed to the tour life.'

'Rockstar life you mean', Brad winks. I can't help but laugh. Sometimes I still can't believe this really is what my life looks like now.

'C'mon let's go back to the hotel and get you to bed.' Brad gets up. 'Not mine tonight though', he adds with a wink.

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. I can't look at the others, I just hope they didn't really get that. Although they probably did. And Brad's probably told them about last night anyway, right? I glance at them. None of them seem to have any reaction to what Brad just said. They're all still buzzing from having just performed in front of thousands of people.

That's when Joe walks into the tent and lets us know the car's arrived. When I get up Brad's suddenly dangerously close to my ear. 'I wouldn't really mind to fall asleep next to you again tonight.' His hot breath is tickling my neck.

My hearts pounding.

I've got to get out of this tent that's suddenly way to small.

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It's already dark when we get back to the hotel. The boys all decide to head to the restaurant to see whether they could still get some food.

I'm so relieved that the day's almost over and I finally get to go back to bed that I say goodnight to everyone and head to my room.

I close the door behind me and sigh at the quietness. Finally.

But the second I simply sit down on the bed and fully realize I'm alone now, images of last night come flushing back. I shake my head.

Damn it, Liz.

I fall back on the bed and squeeze my eyes shut. Why's my mind going crazy like that now? I keep thinking about what could have happened if Brad hadn't been there in time. I shudder. Then I jump up and head to the bathroom. I need a shower. Need to wash the hands of that stupid guy off of me once more.

I rub my skin until it's red and let the hot shower burn everything off that might still be left of him. With only a towel wrapped around me I walk to my suitcase to look for my pj's. My eyes land on Brad's clothes that I wore last night. I reach for them and quickly take a small sniff. I'm overwhelmed by how much it smells of Brad. A warm shiver runs down my spine.

He wouldn't know if I wore them again tonight, right?

No, he wouldn't.

Seconds later I lay down on the bed, coated with Brad's scent. When I close my eyes it's like he's right next to me. His dark eyes sparkling at me, that mischievous look in them that makes my stomach tingle every time. Then, suddenly, his face is filled with worry, his hand is reaching for me. But he doesn't quite get to me. I'm pulled away, away from him and into a world of black and white, until complete darkness surrounds me. I want to call for him, call his name. Ask him to save me. I expect to turn around and look into Matheo's face, see him pull me into the pitch black. But when I do it's like I look into a mirror. It's a reflection of myself pulling me away from Brad.