Denim Shorts ~ Bradley Simpson

twenty

• Lauren •

"Lauren! Open up please!" There's a pounding at my door. I look up to see it 3:26am. Who the hells up at this time?!

I turn the light on before stumbling out of bed and opening the door to see Bradley. Who stinks of alcohol.

"Lauren lisssssten " he puts his finger up to his ear. I stand in my door way crossing my arms and looking at him.

"I'm listening"

"Are you? Are you lissssstening?" He asks.

"Yes" I try to contain my giggles. He looks so adorable and funny!

"I don't even like Mia! She's no good at kissing. You, yoooooooou kiss gooooooooood" he smirks at me. As he talks I slip some trousers on over my pyjamas shorts and a jumper over my top. I put some shoes on and grab my phone before setting out the door leaving Abby to sleep.

"Thank you" I grab his arm. I'm taking him back home because no way should he be walking around this drunk.

"And you know what?" He says 'what' in a high pitched voice as we walk out side.

"What?" I ask him stepping down the steps and helping him down too.

"I'm not even drunk" he whispers sounding incredibly sober all of a sudden.

"What?" I drop his arm and look at him.

"I put alcohol on my clothes and acted. I'm good huh?" He chuckles.

"Your actually unbelievable" I shake my head and begin to walk up the steps again. I feel his hand wrap around my wrist and he pulls me back down.

What does he wan-

His lips push hard up against mine. I melt under his touch. His lips mould around mine and his hands travel up my back. My arms wrap around him.

Boom! Boom! Is all I can hear as he slips the tongue . Fire works, tingles! In ever inch of my body!

"You can't go around kissing people like that" I smile up at him once he pulls away.

"And nether can you" he brushes a pice of hair out of my eyes. He saw me kiss Joe. His apartment looks over the streets. He must of seen it.