Not Letting Go - A Bradley Simpson Fan Fic

Enough Of The Tradley Already!

"She-um couldn't make it tonight. She's up-" Tristan began.

"Tris." I interrupted. "Tris come on."

"L don't. Please." He replied, his eyes pleading and guilty. "Not tonight."

"Tris what's going on man?" James asked, as I passed him his bottle of beer after taking the cap off.

"Look boys it's doesn't matter okay?" He said in a desperate attempt to avert conversation.

"Man if something's wrong you need to speak to us. God all you do is keep everyone else happy, you're allowed to be human Tris." Brad explained earning a large sigh from Tristan as he prepared himself.

"Ana...she-she cheated on me."

"What???" Connor exclaimed, his eyes wide and shocked. Brad looked at me and I nodded slightly, assuring him that, that was what was worrying Tristan so deeply.

"God man. That's-wow. I don't know what to say." James replied.

"W-When?" Brad asked.

"Just before we went away on tour. She went on some high school reunion and kissed one of the guys there and came home pretending everything was normal." He explained, and it saddened me deeply to watch him in so much pain. It was hard enough to have to watch him recall once what had happened when he spoke to me, let alone witness him doing it again. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you boys. You know I'd trust you with my life it-it just becomes so real when you have to tell people about it. I'm not ready to let go yet you know?"

"I know Tris. We know." I said, "but listen, you know we're all here for you and I promise you, it's going to be okay. We can work this out."

"Preach it!" Con joked, brightening up the mood as Brads hand linked with mine.

"Thank you. I love you guys." Tris said.

"Awww we love you too Trissy boy," Brad said, slinging his arm around Tristan's shoulders.

"Enough of the Tradley already!" I exclaimed as we all laughed.

"Sorry L, I'm stealing Brad." Tristan said.

"There's the Tristan I love," I said with a smile. "But bibbidy, bobbedy, back the fuck away from my man," I joked as we all broke out into a chorus of contagious laughter.

"Where's this beer at? If we're staying here, I'm getting slaughtered I don't give a shit." Tris said, as I handed him a bottle.

"I'll drink to that," James said, taking a sip of his beer.

"Looks like I'm going to be dealing with four very hungover men tomorrow then!" I exclaimed.

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"Fuck off Con!" I exclaimed with a laugh as he went to sit on the sofa but ended up on my lap. "You were the one saying you could handle alcohol you twat,"

"I-I can. Just not very welllll," He slurred, as he didn't move.

"Con..." I said.

"Mmmm," He replied.

"Still on my lap babe," I said with a laugh.

"Ehhh Brad's not objecting are you brother?" Connor asked.

"Naa you go for it Con,"

"Bradley!!" I exclaimed as we all laughed.

"Connor Samuel John Ball get the fuck off my lap," I said once again, this time pushing him off of me.

"Violence! She's violent!!" James exclaimed, grabbing a bottle opener and attempting to open a WKD.

"Shut up James," I said with a laugh. "Struggling there mate?" I asked.

"Mmmmmaybe." He confessed. I grabbed the bottle from his hands and opened it for him, before handing him the blue liquid.

"Much love," James replied.

"Laurennnn, c'mere." Brad beckoned. He was sat on the floor, his legs crossed with a bottle sitting by him, he hadn't drunk very much, but everyone knew Brad was tipsy after about 3 drinks! "Come sit with meeeee," He patted his left leg gently.

"You going to try and make me drink some more of that Beer Bradley?" I asked with a smile.

"Nope! I p-promise." Brad swore, as I made my way over to him.

"I don't know how I put up with you lot," I said laughing before Tristan entered the room.

"Who wants vodkaaaaaa?? I've got shot glassessssss!" Tris sang, before flopping back down onto the floor in between Me and Brad, and James.

"Really? Shots? Tristannnn!!" I whined jokingly.

"I'm only doing them if Lauren is!!!" James exclaimed. "You know how much I hate shots!"

"Fuck off am I doing shots!" I said, as Brad snaked his arm around my waist and rested his hand on my left knee.

"Pleasssseeee L???" Con asked. "I wanna see James' faceeee!!"

"Finnnneeeee..." I submitted.

"Yes babeee!!" Brad said, kissing my cheek gently.

"Don't yes babe me, you lot just want me to 'get on your level'!" I joked, forming the inverted commas gesture with my hands. "Connor's words, not mine,"

"It's trueeee!!" Said Tris as he opened the bottle.

"Oh god please let me do it, I'd prefer to have a carpet that doesn't smell of Vodka in the morning? And trust me you'll appreciate it when you're all hungover!" I explained.

"Mmmm," They all hummed in agreement. I took the bottle from Tris' hand and poured five shots into the miniature glasses that sat in a neat row like soldiers in front of me. I proceeded to hand one to each of the boys, before taking mine last.

"To being mother fucking single!" Tristan exclaimed holding his glass out in front of him,

"Tristan Evans you're language is disgraceful!" I said in a posh voice making us all bust out laughing.

"My most humblest apologies madam. I meant to say to being mother trucking single," He replied with a smile as we all tipped the clear fluid in our mouthes in unison.

"Bloody hell," I said coughing slightly.

"That's so frikking strong," James said.

"Whoa Lau you did it?" Con exclaimed.

"Course she did it!" Brad replied with a smile.

"You know it worries me a little that you're all so proud of me for doing shots." I said with a laugh. "Round two?"

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