Denim Shorts ~ Bradley Simpson

thirteen

• Lauren •

Bradley and I sit in a little pub that looks like the one I work in but a little more rough and rustic.

"I like it here" Bradley says stomping his feet as we walk through the door.

"Good for you" I mutter under my breath as we head to the bar.

"One beer and...?" He looks towards me. He isn't paying for my drink. I know his trying to be all gentleman like and win me over but I'm good.

"Oh no thanks" I shrug as he raises an eyebrow.

"And a coke with ice" he hands the man his credit card. Does he ever listen? I think his deaf or something because never does he actually listen.

With no choice I sit next to him in both in the corner.

"So why do you like it here then?" I ask sipping on the coke that I never actually asked for.

"Some of the bands her are amazing, plus no one here really cares what you look like or what your background is. If your drinking beer your one of them" he smiles looking down at his frothy beer.

I shrug and look towards the stage to see a band setting up. There all plugged in and just going through test runs.

"Who's playing tonight?" I ask over the cheering of drunk men. Already... It's only 8

"I don't know. Some band call 4 peace. A lot of bands have there first gigs here"

"Ah"

We sit listening to the awful band trying to play. Bradley and I being into music our selfs sit pointing out all the mistakes and stupid things they do. Not to mention there 'lyrics' where dreadful. They didn't make any sense.

'Your young twisted in my yellow garden

And I listen to your favourite song if you don't stop learning the art of kingfisher'

I mean they aren't even lyrics.

"Can we please leave?" I ask in fits of giggles because Bradley is being so harsh and pointing out everything.

"My pleasure" he laughs as we stand up and walk out the door.

We walk down the quite road with only each other as company and the street lights.

"Tell me tell me baby! Do I look good in the great painting!" Brad runs off swinging around a lamp post singing a line of lyrics in one of there songs.

"Bradley stop it!" I snort and cover my nose.

"Did you just snort?" He widens his eyes and look at me.

"What? No" I say with complete straight face.

"You did!" He runs up to me and wraps his arms around me from the back and lifts me off my feet. When he touches me I feel weird. Something I've never felt before. I'm not sure wether it like it of hate it.

Shoving him off he laughs and we begin to walk again.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he takes me down some more roads.

"Back to mine" he winks.

"I'm not" I stop and begin to walk in the other direction.

"I live with all of the boys you idiot" he chuckles and comes to get me.

He makes more jokes as we walk towards what can only be described as a penthouse on top of a skyscraper in the middle of London. How did he afford this?

We ride the elevator to the top before it opens onto the floor. I've only been to one house that's done this and that was Johnny Depp.

"Evening lads!" Bradley shouts as we walk out the elevator.

"Brought home a chick have we?" Connor wriggles his eyebrows at me and when I sit down

"I was forced to come out." I say taking off my coat and throwing it in the floor, quite obviously we do that here

"Don't lie!" Bradley shouts from another room.

"He turns up at seven, without me agreeing and my roommate pushes me out because she has a date. I had no choice" I tell Connor as the rest of the guys walk in.

"Well you kinda invaded movie night so I'm going to have to ask you to leave" James stands in front of me.

"Oh. Okay.... Sorry" I begin to stand up but someone flattens me.

"James don't be mean to the poor girl!" Bradley shouts as Connor lays on top of me.

"I was joking Jesus!" He laughs piling on top of Connor. I'm incredibly claustrophobic as they are laying on top of me.

"Seriously please get off" tears begin to fall out of my eyes and my heart rate and breathing pick up.

"Guys get off!" Bradley shouts at the guys and quickly they get off.

"I'm claustrophobic. That's. All" I breath slowly

"Oh my god sorry!" They both hug me.

Once the movies is playing Bradley sits next to me on the sofa and James in the other side of me.

We all watch Fast and Furious I until the adverts come on and The Hunger Games trailer comes on causing me to feel guilty as Josh's face flashes on the screen.

"We need to see that!" Tristan sheiks as it finishes.

"Yes!" Connor agrees.

"Lauren can come? You can be our new movie night peeps" James nudges me.

"Yeah okay but I don't want to see that" I shrug trying to make it seem like I'm not interested.

"Why not?" Tristan gasps as if I've hurt him.

"I don't find them interesting" I shrug again. I see Bradley reach for his phone as we speak and soon my phone pings

(B: Bradley L: Lauren)
'B: I know
L: Ohh smart... About what dipshit?'

I hear him chuckle as he reads it so he nudges me.

'B: You and that actor. Was that him?
L: I don't know what your talking about
B: Come on, I won't tell. I can keep a secret. Have I told anyone about your mum?
L: Mom* and idk
B: Mum* and no I haven't
L: Mom* and yeah that was him now drop it'