DMs - Bradley Will Simpson

7.

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DECEMBER 3RD 2015

@TheVampsCon: Hello London
10:59am

@LondonBWS: oh hi condora
11:03am

@LondomBWS: I swear this is the first time you've DMed me
11:03am

@TheVampsCon: Oh aye it is
11:05am

@TheVampsCon: You just seem like a really nice wee girl
11:05am

@LondonBWS: ah thanks pet
11:06am

@TheVampsCon: It's 3am here
11:06am

@LondonBWS: it's 11am
11:07am

@LondonBWS: con what do you think your fans would say if they find out how long we'd been talking for like?
11:08am

@TheVampsCon: To be honest they'd probably send you a lot of hate
11:08am

@LondonBWS: i don't understand why people do that
11:09am

@TheVampsCon: Jealousy I guess
11:10am

@LondonBWS: it's ew isn't it
11:10am

@LondonBWS: anyway - did you want sumut?
11:11am

@LondonBWS: ps my 11:11 wish is to meet you four :))
11:11am

@TheVampsCon: Aw cute
11:14am

@TheVampsCon: And nah I'm just bored
11:14am

@LondonBWS: go talk to your mum, idk
11:16am

@TheVampsCon: She's asleep...in another country
11:16am

@LondonBWS: so is Brad
11:16am

@LondonBWS: i guess i'll have to entertain you then ?
11:17am

@TheVampsCon: Do you wanna Skype
11:17am

@LondonBWS: really?!
11:20am

@TheVampsCon: Sure why not, what's your Skype name??
11:21am

@LondonBWS: LondonEJones6 [a/n I made this up!]
11:22am

I waited about five minutes until my computer received the call and I answered.

While I waited for the screen to load both of our faces, I was super nervous. What if he thought I was ugly?

I had no more time for my brain to have a discussion on prejudice because before I knew it his face popped up on the screen and he flashed me one of his gorgeous smiles. And I died.

"Hey, London," he said softly.

"Hi pet," I laughed shakily.

"Oh my god, speak more," he said, clearly interested by my accent.

While I spoke about how much I loved the band, their music and YouTube covers I looked in the background of his camera.

He had a pale cream coloured wood floor, and a countertop in the background with a wooden Christmas tree on it. 'Connor Ball's version' of a real Christmas tree.

His walls were a beige colour and he was sat on a navy sofa with a coffee table in front of him, a statue of Rex on the table which Brad's family got him.

"I like your house," I grinned after a while.

"Thanks. It could be more homely, though." He chuckled.

"Who else lives with you?" I interrogated him gently.

"Just me at the moment," he patted a spare space next to him on his couch.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping like?" I squinted to see his window at the back, and it looked pitch black outside.

"I should, but I love world of Warcraft too much," he cheesily spoke.

"Nerd?" I sniggered.

"Rude," he frowned.

"I'm gannin' out in a bit," I said absent mindedly. I had to go buy a few things.

"Where to?" He leant forward interestedly.

"Not sure but I'm getting food like," I nodded.

"I'll talk later, I wanna play this new series," he said eagerly, like a child waiting to open his presents.

"Why aye, ta ra," I said, and he hung up. 

I just skyped Connor Ball.

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A/N

This is a bit different too aye

Connor hasn't spoken to London alone before now so maybe this is a start of a new friendship, ey?

right okay -- I am not from Newcastle

if I get any dialect wrong pls understand it's not my fault, im actually Welsh so i'm just going off how my best friend talks

ty for all these reads already guys!!