That Girl - The Vamps/Bradley Will Simpson FanFiction

Chapter 34

Jess' P.O.V

After letting Anne know I'll call her as soon as I've landed and to text her updates on Brad, I finally boarded my flight.

It was undoubtedly the longest flight of my life. I couldn't sleep, or when I did it resorted in nightmares. So it was a lose, lose situation.

After exiting the plane I rushed to get my luggage and ran towards the nearest taxi. I soon arrived at the hospital Anne mentioned in the car and took a few deep breaths as I exit the taxi, paying as I close the door.

There were a few fans outside who were lovely. They were so worried about Brad and said that they'd support me and everyone through whatever was happening. A few fans just walked up and hugged me, which I accepted. I thanked them all before rushing in through the automatic doors.

I soon spot Tristan by the vending machine. I approach him before tapping him on the shoulder.

"Jess?" He asks with confusion as he turns around and notices me.

"Is he okay?" I ask.

"He still hasn't woken up, the doctors think it's exhaustion" Tristan sighs. This is enough to trigger me to break down, right on the spot.

Tristan soon pulls me into his embrace. "Hey, don't cry, please don't cry. Be strong for Brad. He loves you and would hate to see his princess crying"

Tristan strokes my hair gently in a comforting manner.

"Can I go and see him?" I sniffle.

"Of course, here, let me take your suitcase" Tristan smiles as he wipes away his tears.

As me and Tristan approach Bradley's room, I notice the boys sat outside, their heads snap up. When they notice me, James is the first to run over to me, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead as he pulls me into his arms. "It'll be okay" He speaks as he squeezes my hand gently.

Connor then steps forward and pulls me in for one of his bear hugs, as he rubs my back gently to try to calm me down. "He loves you a lot, the whole tour he's been talking about you and how excited he is for your holiday" Connor smiles as he pulls away.

Joe and Dean then soon approach me.

"It's all my fault, I'm so sorry" Joe speaks with guilt.

"I'm sure it isn't Joe, you were doing your job"

"I should have called more security, the mob shouldn't have happened, the fans shouldn't have been so forceful" Joe speaks as he stares at his feet.

"Joe. Look, don't blame yourself, okay?" I reply and Joes head snaps up. I pull him in for a hug.

"I hope you got some good photos of my boy on stage" I chuckled to Dean as I tried to lighten the mood.

"Don't worry, I'll show you them all at some point" Dean smiles.

"Am I allowed to go and see him?" I ask.

"Of course. We'll all be out here." Joe smiles weakly as he directs me towards the door, before opening it for me.

As soon as I walk in, my eyes fill with tears, I don't hesitate to let them flow. The exhaustion was evident, the bags under his eyes, his messy hair, even messier than normal. His pale cheeks show just how ill he is.

It's evident he's lost weight, he didn't need to, but he has.

I feel angry with the management, they're one of the main reasons this has happened. It was too full on, they've expected too much from the boys.