BRAD SIMPSON IMAGINES

#1 Hit by Luck

You couldn't believe it. Today was the day. The day you were finally going to see your idols of 2 years, The Vamps, live in concert. You always wanted to meet them but they never came near your home town, so you weren't able to. But 1 month ago they announced that they'll come to a city only half an hour away from your home.
It was 3 p.m. and the concert started in about 4 hours so you had enough time to get ready. You decided to keep your outfit and make up simple : black ripped skinny jeans, your favourite The Vamps shirt, a leather jacket and some black vans. You put on some eyeliner, mascara and curled your hair. After a quick view in the mirror you were sure : This was going to be your night.
Half an hour later you got inside your mom's car and both of you drove to the venue where the concert was going to be at. Your mom dropped you right in front of the hall and after almost 2 hours of waiting, you could finally get in. You were lucky enough to make your way right to a place close to the stage. Suddenly the lights were shut off and everyone began to scream. Your could feel your heart beating faster and faster and then, it happened - the lights came back on and Tris sat behind the drums, starting the concert with a drum solo. He was incredible and then the other three boys ran on stage. "How's everyone doing!?" Brad screamed in his microphone and your heart immediately dropped. You had a massive crush on him. You even had a twitter account dedicated to him but you've never been that lucky to be noticed by him. And now there he was. Standing about 2 meters away from you. First they played Somebody to you, followed by Last Night, Oh Cecilia and She was the One. Then, all off sudden, you saw something flying right in your face but you weren't able to move away anymore and it hit your eye. "Oh my god, I am so sorry" you heard. After blinking a few times, you could tell that it was Brad's plectron that hit your eye and that it was him who apologized to you. You took the plectron and looked up, noticing that he was still looking at you, a frown on his face. "Are you okay?" he asked and you just nodded, not being able to say anything. You were shocked because it was him, Bradley Will Simpson, talking to you. Then he smiled and they started playing songs again. After about 2 hours, the concert was over and you exited the venue. Suddenly you heard a fake cough followed by some taps on your shoulder and you immediately turned around...
You couldn't believe who the person was you stood in front of : Brad. "Hey, umm, I just..umm..I'm really sorry that my plectron hit your eye. It wasn't suppose to, I promise" he spoke, slightly laughing. "It, it, umm it's okay, it wasn't your fault, I mean, I could've caught it" you answered. "No no, it was my fault. I hope it didn't hurt that much. What's your name?" "Y/N" "Oh wow, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" he said, charmingly. You felt yourself blushing and looked down shy but Brad put your head up with his finger touching your chin. "Hey, don't hide that beautiful face. Do you have any social media?" he asked. "Y-yeah, my twitter is @yourtwittername" you answered. He wrote it on the palm of his hand and after taking some pictures together, he hugged you and went back to the boys. You ran to your mom's car, explaining her why you are late and you told her about the concert. When you arrived at home you heard your phone ring and looked on your screen. A twitter notification : @TheVampsBrad started following you. You starred at your screen, shocked and then you saw that you also recieved a new DM. You opened it and guess who sent it to you..Brad.
"Hey Y/N sorry again for the eye thing, haha. I hope you enjoyed the concert! I'm still feeling bad about what happened so I wanted to invite you to come to a Meet and Greet in London next week. Just text me your number and I'll call you for details. Goodnight beautiful, Brad x"
Oh. My. Gosh. He texted you, asked for your number AND called you beautiful again.
You were so happy and replied to his DM:
"Hey Brad, you really don't have to feel bad, it didn't hurt at all. I'd love to come to the Meet and Greet, my number's (your number). Love, Y/N x"
And with that, you fell asleep, not knowing yet what this Meet and Greet was going to mean for your future...

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