Holiday - Brad Simpson Fanfic

Chapter 1 - Leaving

Hey! This is my first story so I'm kinda new at this - please don't judge! :)

This story has nothing to do with The Vamps band, the characters are just based on the boys.

Thank you!!

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Izzy's P.O.V

I wake up to my mum screaming from downstairs.

'IZZY GET UP NOW WE HAVE TO LEAVE'

I shout back, 'IM UP', and lay in bed thinking about what this summer holiday might hold. Since my dad left a few months ago my mum went into some sort of depression and I haven't seen her smile properly in a while until, that was, she got an email from her old friend, Kelly, who lives down in Devon with her children, she invited us down to stay in her beach house which is more like a mansion! My mum obviously accepted and as I refused to go anywhere near my dad I thought I might as well go along too. It will be nice to see Kelly and her family again. When they used to live by us we used to go around all the time and me and Kelly's son Bradley form some kind of bond - no surprise really as we would see each other every single day. But that was almost ten years ago I reckon he's probably forgotten who I am, I'll just have to see when i get there.

I had already packed the night before and also laid out what I wanted to wear so it was just a case of getting ready and hauling my suitcase downstairs. I decided to dress nicely even though we're driving down to Devon because I wanted to make a good first impression. I opted with a floral off-the-shoulder skater dress that made my body look curvy and nice and then a pair of ballerina pumps. I curled my hair the night before so I just put a bit of hair spray in to keep it in place. I hauled my suitcase down stairs and saw my mum waiting for me by the door. Someone was eager. I ran into the kitchen grabbed an apple and a bottle of water and headed out to the car with my mum.

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After eight long hours in the stuffy little Ford Fiesta we finally arrived in St. Ives in Devon. The roads were long and winding but eventually after, many wrong turns, we pulled up to this beautiful white house, fitted with a big grand front porch and red roses on vines crawled up the sides of the house covering some of the windows on the second floor. Before I could even take in my surroundings the front door swung open and the familiar Kelly appeared with her long brown hair and naturally tanned skin, she hadn't changed a bit. After about five minutes of hugging they ran inside leaving me to unpack all of the suitcases. Great. I struggled, believe me, but I managed to haul them in the house. I was quite proud of myself to be honest. Kelly came in from the front room with my mum and wrapped her arms around me.

'Izzy, you look so beautiful, look how much you've grown into a young women'

I politely said 'Thank you' and commented on how beautiful her house was and how she was exactly as I remembered her from years ago, and thats when I saw him. Bobbing down the stairs with the biggest grin on his face like a cheshire cat. He ran straight to my mum, without even noticing me, and gave her a big bear hug. It was Bradley. He was a couple years older than me when we were little so he must be about 18 now? But who cares. He looked good. Really good.