DMs - Bradley Will Simpson

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DECEMBER 27TH 2015

So yesterday I'd stayed in bed the whole day, which I guess is extremely lazy but I think I deserved it.

Molly and James had typically spent the whole day together, leaving me on my own to have to get food instead of making her get it for me.

She was back now, and decided once again to take up more than three quarters of the bed.

"What did Brad say?" She asked, her voice muffled as she has her head stuffed into a pillow.

"About what?" I said, getting up to go for a shower.

"That we got caught with them," she continued.

"I don't know if he knows. Like I said, Mol, we haven't spoken since Christmas Day," I inhaled deeply.

"Well maybe that's because you haven't moved your ass," she retaliated.

"You've gotten very rude since you've been here. You sure you're okay?" I joked, giggling at her as she looked up at me.

"I'm fantastic," she replied, yawning.

"May I add the shower is also fantastic, so thats where I'm going," I gave her a smug smile as I entered the ensuite.

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DM to @TheVampsBrad:

@LondonBWS: where is your room
12:01pm

@LondonBWS: like what room are you in
12:01pm

After my shower I'd done my hair and make up, and I'd decided to wear a simple outfit once again.

Looking outside, the snow was still floating down and it didn't look as if it was going to stop for a while.

I took a picture for snapchat, and shared it to all my social media sites, completely forgetting that fans could figure out what hotel we were in ... just by the view.

I looked down at my black skinnies, and a top which had Wild Heart on it.

I threw a hoodie over it because it looked pretty cold and told Molly to hurry up.

We walked up one set of stairs to the top floor, Molly leading me to James' hotel room.

When he finally opened the door, he let Molly inside and told me where Brad's room was - about six more doors to the right.

Knocking on his door hesitantly, I thought about going back downstairs but he answered before my feet could go anywhere.

"London," he grinned, opening his arms to give me a hug which I gladly accepted.

"Hello," I said. Hello? Come on London.

"Are you feeling ok now?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm good, thank you for asking," I smiled. "Can I come in then?" I asked, like it was his house.

"There's someone in here right now," he flashed me a quick smile.

"Why?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Because my room is messy," he chuckled.

"So? I don't care about that," I laughed, prising the door open so I could enter.

"Brad? Hurry up! We need to finish what we started," a female voice called just as I stepped into the room.

"What the hell? Who are you?" I glared at the brunette who was sitting on top of Brad's messy bed, hiding something.

"Who is this Brad? I thought you said no one would be bothering us this morning," She glanced me up and down, and she looked just as confused as I was.

"Brad I can't believe-" I began but he interrupted.

"She's helping me," he began.

"Helping you?" I choked. "With what, your boner?" I exclaimed, knocking over a coat stand as I exited the room.

"London, don't be stupid," Brad shook his head, clearly not realising how seriously I was taking this.

"Brad, I kissed you because I like you, a lot! Is that not what's going on? I feel like I'm just in the way," I stated quietly, swallowing as his eyes clouded over.

"You think I slept with her?" He asked, hurt.

"Well what else could you have been doing?!" I raised my voice.

"She was helping me get ready to see you! She was picking an outfit for me, what flowers to give you...everything!" He shouted and folded his arms, his vein slightly sticking out in his forehead as he glanced at me crossly.

"Don't lie to me! Go and "finish what you started". Clearly I don't matter to you, you've found your entertainment," I said, as I slowly walked backwards.

It hurt too much.

"London, stop fucking around with my feelings-"

"No, stop fucking around with mine! Am I not enough? Continue your escapade with this girl!" I wiped my eye quickly.

"No you aren't," Brad breathed out, running toward me and pulling me into his chest. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't - his grip was too tight. "You're more than enough."

"London, I haven't slept with any girl lately. Not for a long time," he admitted into my hair. "I didn't come to see you...because I freaked out after we kissed."

I stayed silent, not daring to look up at him in case I cried any more.

"My last girlfriend used me, not a surprise really seeing as I'm in a band. But it hurt. I didn't want to love anyone for a long time after that. But we started talking and my mind changed. Now I've realised - London, you're all I want," he said, looking into my eyes. "I'm sorry for shouting. It just exasperates me to know that you think I'd ever do anything to hurt you."

"I'm sorry..." I said slowly. "I always act too quickly. But I agree, Brad. You're what I want."

"Our conversations are so bipolar," he laughed throatily.

He pulled away from me and lifted up my face with his fingers.

"I love you London."

"I love you too, Bradley."