Masquerade (A Bradley Simpson Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

The group of puzzled faces stared sympathetically at me as I cried in Tristan's shoulder. He was oddly welcoming and kind. He made me feel at home even when I didn't have one. He made me believe that everything was going to be okay, when everything obviously wasn't.

I decided to sit back down on the table and explain my trauma. Everyone was surprising supportive to everything going on in my life. I hope we will be lifelong friends because anyone that can put up with me for more than a day is obviously keepers. Or mental. Either way it was oddly satisfying.

"Guys Christmas is in less than a week and I have no one to spend it with. I want to call my family but with everything going on I doubt they would want to see me. I haven't spoken once to them since I moved out. They know where I live because they send me checks every month to pay my rent and food and shit like that. So, they really isn't anything stopping them from seeing me is there? I just wonder if they still care" I rambled on as they all listened.

"Well you could spend Christmas with one of us. Or you could grow some balls and call your parents" Connor winked at me,

"Give me your phone then." I demanded, suddenly full of courage. He hesitantly passed his phone over and I walked over to the living room and dialled the home number. All the guys sat down on the sofas in the living room, I sat on Brad's lap while the phone dialled. my mum picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She greeted me. I froze, but I wasn't going to stop there. This has gone on for too long and I need my family back, Sam or not.

"Mum? Its Aria." I squeaked, I felt Brad lean in to listen. "Aria! Honey, are you okay? We miss you." My mum started to cry and I did too. We spoke for a good half hour and made arrangements for Christmas. I was so happy I couldn't stop crying or smiling. I missed my mums voice and her appearance. She was always there for me and I just left her, when she needed me the most. The last words she said to me on the phone came a shock to me.

"So, I'll see you and dad at Christmas." I spoke, crying with happiness.

"Oh honey, your dad lives in Scotland now." She confessed, well I wasn't expecting that.

"No problem." I lied.

"Ill see you on Christmas." And so the call ended. I gave Connor his phone back and hugged Brad, who had been listening the entire time. I was so shocked to even cry, I've shed too many tears for my dreaded family and I wasn't going to waste anymore of my tears for them.

"You guys should get back to your families." I said showing them the door.

"Aria, we aren't going to leave you like this." Abby tried,

"Leave!" I demanded, my eyes full with no mercy. I could practically see the flames go up as I ruined my friendship with the girls. I watched the leave one by one, the guys following along. Brad last, who refused to leave.

"Why?" I asked, nearly in tears with rage.

"Because I actually care about you and I don't trust you by yourself. You will do something stupid if I leave you here." He read my mind.

"Now come on," He took my hand. "Your coming home with you and my family."

And so we walked all the way to his house (which was a very long way away). He introduced me to his mum and dad, who were surprisingly kind to a random girl Brad brought home.

And then we walked out again, hopped into his car and drove.

"Oi! Where are we going?" I asked, confused.

"McDonalds, duh! I'm hungry." He said like it was obvious.
I turned the music up loudly, singing along to "me and my girls" by Selena Gomez.
"Your so annoying!" He said, smirking at me.
I looked at him as he drives. Noticing his beautiful features and his unbelievable kindness.
I think I'm falling in love.