The One - Bradley Simpson Fanfiction

Chapter 16 - Final Goodbyes

The morning of the 21st December struck and I knew today was to be the end. 

I had to get away.

I had to leave.

I had been so caught up in my thoughts with Brad and Tristan that I hadn't realised I was pushing myself away from everyone close I loved.

I woke up that morning and packed my bag with all my belongings. I wanted to be as quiet as possible so I didn't wake Brad up and have to face him. I'd hurt so many people and ruined so many lives. This wasn't what I wanted anymore. I just wanted to sing.

I hurried downstairs, ordered a taxi and got ready to leave by walking out of the front door, placing my keys on the side table in the hallway.

"Jenny?" Brad said, yawning.

"I-I-I ne-ed to go-" I said, trying to stop myself crying.

"Go where?" he said, confused, and still yawning.

"Away, please! I need to go."

"OK, well, let's talk ab-"

"NO!" I said, breaking down. "My taxi is here, I need to go. I have a flight. I've packed my bags. I nee-"

"Jenny, what's up?"

Brad cancelled the taxi and sat me down in the living room, in an attempt to calm me down.

We sat there for a few minutes, in silence, before he said it.

"Is it Tristan?"

I looked up, wiping away a tear.

"No... I've just hurt so many people. I just wanted to sing and be loved."

"And you are loved, by so many!"

"But I don't know who I love and what I want. This nightmare keeps haunting me."

He sighed, rubbing my arm.

"If you need to get away, that's fine. If you want a break, that's fine."

I smiled. 

He booked another taxi to the airport and kissed me goodbye.

"Don't be late! Charl is already there and waiting for you."

"Thank you for everything. I love you, remember that."

"You say that as if I'm never to see you again," he said.

I got into the taxi and faintly smiled, thinking of all our memories together. 

Maybe I was to never see him again.

6 years later:

"You look gorgeous," I said to Charl, as she tried on her wedding dress. 

In less that two months, her and Con were to wed. I was bridesmaid, which meant I had to get back into shape. I'd slacked with my workouts for the last year or so, to no surprise, I suppose. 

I hadn't seen Brad since the day I left his house, filling my life with regret. I always had wondered if it had of been the right thing to do, but who knows?

The day of the wedding hit and it was such a beautiful day. I caught Tris' attention at the reception and we both smiled. 

He came over as many guests had left, around 11pm that night. 

"Hi, how are you?"

"Good, and yourself?" I replied.

We chatted for at least 15 minutes, laughing, before my husband came over and said he was heading to bed. I kissed him good night and he took the boys, our children, up with him.