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tour ~ brad simpson 2

brad had been at the studio all day today, so i didn't expect him to be home early. it was normal for his studio sessions to run over the expected time schedule, which i was used to by now. i had to be really. "hey, i'm home!" i heard from downstairs, making my body jolt in surprise. my head snapped towards my phone screen to check the time. 2:24pm it read. that's new. "y/n, love? you home?" he called as he made his way upstairs. "i'm in our room." i shouted back, still confused as to why he was back so early. "hey, i missed you." he smiled, walking towards me to plant a kiss on my lips. "how was your day?" i asked, my back turned to him as i continued to fold the washing. "it was good.." he trailed off. i felt brad's arms wrap around my waist as he snuggled his face into the back of my shoulder. "..i just missed you." he mumbled into to my back, making me smile. "you saw me this morning." i pointed out, wriggling out of his grip to put the clothes away. "yeah, but you were asleep." he whined, practically throwing himself onto the bed. i chuckled, walking towards the drawers to place the clothing in them. i left them room, heading downstairs, not realising that brad following me until i turned, reaching the bottom of the stairs. "jesus brad!" i shouted, hitting his chest. "sorry." he smirked, following me into the kitchen. "can i ask you something?" he questioned, following me once again. "yes of course." i smiled, turning to face him. "i want you to come on tour with the band." he blurted out, my eyes widening at the statement. "what?" i questioned, my head tilting. "come on tour with us?" he now questioned, smiling. "but i have my work here, brad." i told him, sighing. "please?" he reached for my hands, grabbing them and pulling them towards his chest. "i want you to come. the lads want you to." he grinned, now pulling me closer to him. i sighed, giving into his request. "i'll see what i can do." i huffed, his face lighting up. "yes!" he cheered, jumping round, before turning to me, lifting me up and spinning my body around. "thankyou!" he repeated, placing my two feet on the floor. "god, i love you." he smiled, leaning down to connect our lips. "i can't wait." he whispered.