YouTube ➳ Tradley

Chapter 10

Dedication: Hazza_Styles_my_bae for adding my story to a list that's name was very motivating. Thankyou xD

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"YouTube sensation Tristan Evans and love interest Bradley Simpson were seen locking lips on Tristan's front step!

Footage was captured of the two earlier today by paps. Simpson was seen walking up to Evans front door where the two had a short conversation. Simpson turned and sat on Evans front step, shortly followed by Tristan himself. The two seemed to be having a very loving conversation.

We have the footage here so take a loo-"

"Oh no. This is bad."

"James we called you over here for help not so you could state something that is very obvious." I snapped.

"You're right, I'm sorry tris."

"What do we do?" Brad asked.

I inhaled sharply. "I have no idea."

James stood up and walked over to the tv and turned it off. "We have like two options."

"And they are?"

"You either pretend it never happened and avoid eachother wherever the public can view you guys or just come out and be happy. They're the only things you can do."

"I think we should pr-"

"Tris?!" A voice shouted through the front door.

"Shit, Ryan." I swore, standing.

"Maybe if we stay quiet he will leave?" James whispered.

"Yeah then what about tomorrow?" Brad whispered back.

"Tristan I know you're in there!" He carried on banging on the door.

"I need to talk to him." I said getting up. "You guys hide in my wardrobe and don't make a sound." They nodded and scurried away.

I went to the door and prepared for the worst.

Brads PoV

Ten minutes and a lot of shouting later, it suddenly became quiet. The front door slammed loudly and me and James made our way out of the bedroom. The bathroom door quickly shut.

I went up and knocked. "Tris?"

"I'm fine." A small voice said.

"Tris." James said knocking again.

"I'll be out in a few seconds go and sit in the front room."

We followed his request and sat on the sofa waiting for him.
We had no idea what made the argument stop so abruptly. My through to were interrupted when he walked in with a hoodie on with his face mostly covered.

"Tris?" He sniffled in response.

I went over to him and gently pulled his hood down. His nose was cut and his eye bruised. Badly.

"He did this to you?" I stammered out. He nodded.

I turned to James who was sat there, eyes glassed over, tears threatening to spill.
I pulled Tristan in close to my chest and cradled him as he broke down.

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Awh my baby :(