The Vamps Preferences

#62 He finds your old Fan account

Bradley:
You were just getting a drink of Cola when your loving long term boyfriend, Brad, called out to you with humour lacing his voice.

"Hey (Y/N)!?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you come hear for a second please"
"Sure, what's up"

When you get to the room that he is seated, you find him on his phone with an amused smile plastered on his face.

"Come hear"
"O-okay" you said a little unsure.

You walked over to him and sat next to him.

"What's up Brad?"
"What's this" he asks whilst showing you his phone.

Your eyes adjust to the screens brightness and you come to realise it was your old Whatspadd account, full of smutty and cute Bradley Simpson and Connor Ball imagines and fanfics.

"Oh shit" you mutter, turning red of pure embarrassment.

"Your a very talented writer but do you really think my curly hair is the sexiest thing you've ever seen and that I've got the best ass in the UK"

"Yeah. best bum and best hair by a mile"

"That's my girl" he smiled while leaning into kiss you.

James:
You were currently watching Titanic with your new boyfriend, James. You can tell for sure that he isn't paying attention to the TV screen because the brightness from his brand new iPhone 6 was eliminating his soft features nicely. He had a large humorous smile upon his face when reading or texting who ever or whatever. He would occasionally glance at you and his smile only grew wider. it's safe to say you were very confused indeed. After a while it began to get on your nerves.

"Okay James, what's so funny that it's got you glued to that phone of yours?" You asked.

"Hmm let me see..." he said chuckling towards the end.

After about a minute or so he looked up at you and then back at his phone.

" And I quote," he cleared his throat, " 'James began to grind his hips into mine and even though I knew it was wrong on so many levels, it didn't suppress ny moans. How could this be do wrong, yet feel so right? I will never understand this but right now, the agonisingly slow movements of his hips was all that were on my mind... he's infectious and I could hold myself back any longer...' Quite the little writer aren't you babe?"

You recognised the FanFiction as you own from when you were just a fan.

"Fuck of James" you mutter into the pillow that you had buried your burning face in when he had begun reading.

"Maybe your wish could come true..." he said moving closer.

Tristan:
You were playing the piano that was in the mater-bedroom of your shared house with Tristan. You couldn't get the notes quite right... you were trying to play Wild Heart but it wasn't going to plan.

Tris walks in laughing like some kind of a maniac.

"What's up with you?"

"Should I compare thee to a summers day. I love the way your hands are all over me when I..."

"Whoa there!!" You interrupted him while standing up.

"Ahh what do they call em? Smutty fan-fictions??"

"Shit up pleeeeeeease"

"No. I love the one about me being a teacher and you the rebellious student."

"Oh wow...."

"When did you even write them ?"

"Before I met you."

"That's good."

"Huh? Good? How?"

"Because if you were writing these fantasies and you were with me... the real thing, I think it would be odd because we could do whatever you wanted." He said suggestively, walking towards me with a smirk on his face.

"I'm sure that could e arranged..."

Connor:
You were both in the park and you were sat on a picnic blanket. he was on his phone.

You got curious as to what was making him chuckle. you peered up at the phone. you read a line and your eyes eminently widened the side of Pluto.

'Shit' you thought.

You reached up to grab it but you weren't quick enough because Con movies his hand higher and out of your reached.

"Not so fast, young lady."

"It's nothing to go with me" you lied.

"Thats bullshit and you know it. Your a spicy girl."

"Yeah... you love it though"

"That I do."