Denim Shorts ~ Bradley Simpson

twenty one

• Lauren •

Abby wakes me up, sat at the end of my bed humming loudly.

"Abby!" I hiss throwing my pillow at her. She smirks at me and hands me my phone with out a word before disappearing out the door.

Confused I open my phone to see a text from Bradley. Yay.

'B: I'll be over at 12, be dressed in something comfortable. I've got some making up to do;) Be ready'

Smiling I lock my phone and change into leggings, Josh's old basketball jersey that I fell in love with and I put my hair up into a messy bun with a bandana around it.

As I put a little bit of make up on, for a conference boost, the someone knocks at the door. I wait a few minutes so it doesn't look like I'm desperate before opening the door. Bradley's stood in grey track suit bottoms, and a black jumper with his hair all messy.

"Ready?" He smiles at me before looking at the floor.

"Yeah" I smile grabbing my phone and purse. As we walk I feel his hand wrap around mine causing tingles through my arm. His fingers lock around mine as we walk down to his apartment where we get in the elevator and ride up to the top.

I want to ask him about Mia but my questions soon answered when he drops my hand and she's stood there in skinny jeans and a crop top.

You've done it again! You've fallen into his trap.

He kissed me last night and now his bringing me here? With some fake bitch? He smiles and walked over to her before kissing her on the cheek.

"B babes!" She grabs his face and smashes her bright red, sour lips onto his big plump ones. The hole time not breaking eye contact with me.

"Lauren!" James shouts as I back out into the elevator to try and get away. He's hands wrap around my waist and he picks me up and carries me to the sofa.

Again Mia and Bradley sit on the love seat whilst I feel like vomiting. Slowly I rest my head on James' shoulder and he places his hand on my upper thy causing an interest in Bradley. As I try and move his hand he keeps it stuck there like concrete.

"Just play it out" he whispers to me before kissing my cheek. Suddenly I understand what his doing so I giggle and pretend to whisper something to him making him red in the face. How did he do that?

Suddenly he stands up and pulls me up with him. The hole time Bradley's eyes don't move off us. He grabs my hand and runs into his bedroom with me running after him.

"So we are actually doing this then?" I giggle shitting the door.

"Yeah, he'll crack soon. I bet you" he chuckles. We head footsteps coming towards the door so James throws me on the bed and hovers above me. I feel slightly nervous, not that we are actually going to do it, it's just I've never done it.

"Yes?" He shouts as someone knocks on the door. Connor comes in looking from both of us weirdly.

"What?" James stands up leaving me in the bed.

"He went into his room. You just made him angry..." Connor sighs as Mia giggles through the wall. Suddenly James comes over powered with rage and burst into there room. Quickly following behind, Connor, Tristan and I stand behind him. We find Brad sat on the chair on his phone whilst Mia messes about on the bed.

"What?" She snaps looking up at us.

Nothing was actually happening. I feel stupid.

Bradley looks at me locking his phone. Suddenly he stands up to leave. As he walks through us I feel him grab my wrist and pull me out with him.

"Bradley let go of her!" Connor shouts but the elevator doors shut leaving just us to in it. Once the doors shut he turns with me. His eyes are red and his breathing loudly.

"Did you do anything with him?" He says through his teeth tags are grinding against each other

"What do you care?" I spit at him. The doors open and I stride out quickly but his hand reaches mine and he pulls me along the road

"Are you angry?" He asks me not looking at me.

What sort of question is that? I mean seriously? Am I angry! I'm livid! I'm past angry! How dare he do that to me.

He takes me back to school and sits me in a practical room. I sit at the piano and he sits in the chair next to it.

"Play" he stares at me still with anger in his eyes.

"No" I laugh at him.

"Now. We aren't leaving until you do!" He stands in front of the door. Sighing I sing a song that i wrote about him some time ago. I'll only sing the first verse and chorus and if he wants more I'll refuse.

'I thought that I've been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
I'm shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
I'm tripping over myself,
I'm aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches'

"Thank you" he falls down the back of the door smiling.

We sit in silence for a little while before I build up the courage to say something.

"Bradley?"

"Yeah"

"Why are you doing this to me?" I whisper as he looks up at me. His eyes have gone back to there chocolates brown colour that could cause any girl to faint.

"I wanted to make you jealous. You where so caught up in school and work you weren't paying attention to me. Mias always been there in the background so..." He whispers closeting his eyes.

"Oh"