Little Simpson (Bradley Simpson AU)

Chapter Two

My eyes fluttered open, i squinted as bright lights burned my tired eyes. Soon I adjusted to the light and was able to see the white ceiling above me. I sealed one eye hut and opened the other as i propped myself up on my elbows sighing. I flipped back the hospitals itchy bed sheets and swung my feet around and off the bed as I stood, immediately feeling uneasiness on my weak legs.

My head pounded as I instantly began to feel dizzy.

'Whoa-!' My eyes shut in to darkness as I fell forward, waiting for the thud that never came but more so a pair of arms wrapping themselves around my body and lifting me back up.

'You okay?!' I opened my eyes, finding myself only inches away from Touching Brad Simpson's nose. My eyes widened as I flinched my head back.

'Yes-thank-you...' I said suspiciously as he nodded at me smiling and letting go, but still holding my lower back and tummy, making me look down at his hands then up at an oblivious Brad who obviously had no idea how uncomfortable I felt, he may be thee Brad Simpson from The Vamps, But still, I do feel very uncomfortable with him almost touching my butt.

'Are you okay to sit down?' I nodded.

'Yes...' I breathed withering out of his grip and plonking myself down on the bed with the pulled back sheets. I sighed a leaned my head back on the head of the bed that was propped up in to a sitting up position.

'Um, I'm not being rude or anything but um-why are you here?' i asked squinting my eye as i sharply rubbed my head staring at him. He smiled awkwardly shrugging.

'I uh, i decided to stay because-i saw you get pushed and tried to grab you but...you fell..' he said shyly and quietly looking down and playing with his fingers as he sat on the hospitals chair.

I raised an eyebrow as I grunted when a pain ripped through my head.

'But your Brad Simpson-Oh My God you're meant to be on a plane! Why aren't you on your plan with the boys!?' He laughed shaking his head as he continued to stare at his lap.

'It's okay, we cancelled the flight!-' my jaw dropped.

'Why!?'

'Because I wanted to make sure you were okay!' he whispered.

I starred dumbly at him as i tired processing what he just said.

'You cancelled your flight for me-'

'Shhh...' he shushed my yelling as he looked around the room, sitting off of his chair to look out the door.

'Sorry..'

'No it's fine, it's just the fans are all outside and already I'm trending on twitter with hashtag Where's Brad so...'

'Oh my god I'm so sorry! I mean-you didn't have to stay I-' He smiled while shushing me yelling form.

'I know I don't have to stay, I chose too...'

What was going on!? Obviously I'm hallucinating or something right now because Brad Isn't in my room, he isn't talking to me and he didn't just say he chose to stay with me! I mean, where are the rest of the boys and the body guards!? Oh wait-no I hear screams, which could be nothing though.

'Um, so this has been a great dream and cause like i mean, Brad Simpson's sitting on a hospital chair next to me and telling me he cancelled his flight to stay with me but. It's all but it's kind of messing with my head so I'm going to wake up...' Brad's serious face soon turned in to a small grin that then turned in to hysterical laughing.