Late Night Drives - BWS (completed)

8

After the events in the park we're now on the tour bus and on our way to the arena in Bournemouth. I've blocked the world out as I'm sat on one of the sofas listening to McBusted, staring out of the tinted windows.

I'm interrupted as someone pulls one of my earphones out of my ear before sitting down. Bradley then proceeds to place the earphone in his ear, flashing me a smile as he does so.

"We supported McFly before they became McBusted" Bradley smiles proudly.

"Fuck off have you!" I say in shock.

"Seriously, we did!" He chuckles.

I raise an eyebrow in disbelief before Bradley gives up the argument and gently rests his head on my shoulder.

"Get off you dick!" I complain.

"No." Bradley replies bluntly as he looks up at me smirking.

"That's not what you'll be saying tonight!" I hear Tristan shout from his bunk. I can picture the smirk on his face. The dirty sod.

I look at Bradley confused.

"Well, after the gig tonight we have the weekend off and after the gig James may or may not be having a house party..." He speaks.

"Count me out!" I chuckle.

"What, no! You've got to come; it's going to be amazing!"

"Bradley what have I told you about alcohol."

"Just one time, please?" Bradley whines.

"You're such a beg!" I reply as I hit Bradley in the face with a pillow.

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After mine and Bradley's pillow fight was ended by the other boys, we then went to the arena; of course the boys met fans waiting outside the arena on the way. And I'm now currently waiting for the boys to finish soundcheck.

As the boredom takes over me I begin to wander around the boys dressing room. I then proceed to notice Bradley's phone on the dressing table. I smirk to myself as I pick it up, swiping the screen up to his camera; I manage to take around about 900 selfies before I hear the boys walking in the corridor outside. I quickly place Bradley's phone back on the table before going back to my previous position on the sofa.

Bradley immediately walks over to his phone.

"Storage nearly full, are you kidding me, I still had 2gb left this morning!" He speaks with anger.

James' head snaps up to smirk at me, he knows.

"Check your photos mate" He speaks, smirking at me.

"You bitch!" Bradley shouts before throwing his phone next to me on the sofa. He then proceeds to jump on me and tickle me (as he knows it's my weakness.)

I start crying of laughter whilst begging him to stop before I struggle to breathe.

Two minutes later the boys dragged him off me. I continue to laugh, as does everyone else.

After a while I go with Dean to set up the cameras whilst the boys prepared for the show.

"I've never seen the boys so close before, you know?" Dean speaks as he puts the camera in place on his side of the stage.

"It's good they're getting close, I mean the touring will have definitely helped with that" I reply.

"No, what I meant is you've helped them get closer"

"I don't understand?"

"They just seem happier, especially Brad. It's nice for them to have someone else to talk to about how much they enjoyed the previous gig and for someone to be silly with; you've made them better people Jess"