This Boy. (A Bradley Simpson Fanfic)

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"What? Why?" I asked him with a confused look on my face.

"I was not going to tell you this, but when I ran into on the street the first time we met I did it on purpose. You were walking towards me and I knew I needed to talk to you and see what you were like. Looking at you took my breath away. When I did not get your number during that exchange I was livid with myself. I would not shut up about how dumb I was for not simply asking for your number. When I saw you that night I was ecstatic. I watched you walk into the club and followed you right up to the bar. It was like I was destined to run into you again. Ever since then you are truly all I think about that. You are wise, determined, passionate, gorgeous, and you shine so bright. I just want to constantly be around you and pick your brain to figure out what you are thinking. I honestly have never felt this way about someone so quickly and it's scaring the shit out of me." He finished.

I was speechless. I honestly had no idea he actually liked me as much as he was claiming to. I kind of just thought he was being nice and letting me follow him along on his day. I finally responded by grabbing both of his hands and intertwining our fingers. "Wow, Brad," I said.

He grabbed my cheek and pulled me into a kiss. It was sweet and loving. I smiled into the kiss and I could feel he did the same. When he pulled away we were just kind of staring at each other. I did not know how to respond to his feelings. I felt the same way but was trying to conjure up the words to say to him. We then turned to face the horizon, to watch the end of the sunset. It had changed so much, the sky was a mixture of pinks and purples.

I grabbed onto Brad's hand and finally said, "You know I like you too right?" He smiled back at me. "When you did bump into me on the street I truly did not mind. I got to have an encounter with a hot boy who has lovely accent. When I saw you that night at the club I wanted to kiss you so bad. It literally took everything in me not to. But when I was with you I knew that I could like someone other than Whit. All I had ever known was him, and he was all I ever saw for my future. In the moment when Whit broke up with me I was pissed, so pissed. After a day of silence and sleep, I realized that Whit was right when he said I needed to learn how to love someone else. By then I was not sad, I was more relieved that I could actually see you and not feel guilty. I was able to get to know you, Bradley, and pick your brain. You make me blush uncontrollably and this morning I was so nervous to see you. Like beyond nervous, because I had this thought in the back of my mind that you did not like me, or that you had some other girl that you fancied. But when I saw you all I felt were butterflies in my stomach and my heart was a pile of mush. Trust me, much like you I don't fall for people this fast either. You are intentional, observant, talented, hot, and not to mention you make me feel so comfortable. And I'm sorry if this was some annoying, drawn out speech but I think I got everything out that I wanted to say." I put my hands over my face and giggle from embarrassment. I hate talking about my feelings, and myself and I'm pretty sure I'm awful at it as well.

"That was the least bit annoying. It was nice to hear you say that. I had no idea how you felt about me because I know you literally just got out of a long term relationship and were always very open ended when I would text you this past week."

"Well Mr. Simpson, you have nothing to worry about." I said to him grabbing his hands, pulling him with me to stand up. "Let's go I'm hungry!" We started walking in whatever direction Brad was taking me to. I wanted to be close to him, to not let him go. All those things he said to me made me feel so warm and loved. I slipped my arm around his back, and he put his arm over my shoulders. I just looked at him and smiled. I realized he was not that much taller than me. Like at all, but I could probably still wear heels and we would be the same height. I chuckled at the thought, which got his attention.