YouTube ➳ Tradley

Chapter 21

This is gonna be very short lol.

Brad's PoV

All Tristan had done this past week was cry. Cry and sleep. It was an endless cycle of waking up to him sobbing, then me cradling him, then me getting up, making him food, him refusing to eat it, me trying for an hour and eventually giving up, then I'd go and get ready and then get called back to him and sit with him.

For some that would be a drain and it was but the longing for him to be happy again was enough to make me want to be superman or something. Just anything to make him feel like himself.

It was 11 days after James's death that I woke up to the front door slamming shut. I waited to hear James's voice and then winced as the pain of grief stabbed at my gut. I threw my arm over to hug Tristan but was left with the warm sheet that he had previously inhabited. I sat up and got out of bed with thoughts dancing around my head about where he had gone.
Seeing as tris hadn't got out of bed other than for necessary things was strange and somewhat abnormal.
So when I was met with him sat at the table with ordered in breakfast, scrolling through his phone, I thought I had missed something.

"Morning." He smiled.

"Hi babe. Nice to see you up." I said hesitantly. He just looked up and smiled again.

"I got us breakfast." He said gesturing to the food. "I got us pancakes, toast, croissants, waffles and some other stuff but I forgot." He opened the bags and laid stuff out on the table. "And I thought we could get ready and go out. I mean I really need to vlog and I need a new suit for tomorrow."

My gut wrenched at the the mention. I had totally forgot about James's funeral. That kind of thing got lost in the grieving process.

"Tris there's no rush." I said slowly.

"There is. The fans are probably waiting for a new video and-"

I put my hand over his. "The fans can wait. Your health and wellbeing matters most." He pulled his hand away. "I'm not hungry. I'm going to get ready." He stood up abruptly and walked quickly to the bathroom, locking the door loudly. I sighed and considered going to see if he was alright but decided against it seeing as he was obviously still not stable.
I heard the water jets hit the shower floor and muffled cries of James's name.

-

It was a few hours later and I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I spotted Tristan stood in the doorway looking at his hands.

"I'm sorry for earlier." He said fumbling over his words slightly. "I'm just kind of," he took a deep breath. "I'm just quite sad at the moment that's all."

I rinsed my mouth and walked over to him. "I know you are baby. I understand." I looked at him with a soft expression and pecked his lips lightly.

"Can we go away for a long weekend?" He asked.

"It's Friday tomorrow though."

"Well we can go tonight or tomorrow." He shrugged.

"We can't because tomorrow is the-"

"I don't want to go." He said bluntly.

"Babe you've got to."

"I can't face it Brad." He sniffled, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Do it for him. He'd want you there. It will be ok I promise." I held out my pinky finger.

"Promise?"

I nodded and he joined our pinkys together. "Afterwards we can go somewhere quiet for the weekend yeah?"

He nodded whilst beaming. "So do you want to go out?"

"Yeah sure. Grab your stuff and we'll go."

-

It was cold and windy. The rain was hitting the glass of my car windows making them even foggier than they previously were.

"Do you like the rain?" Tristans whispered voice broke the silence in the car. He looked up at me from his previous position of laying on my chest.

"It depends. If I'm feeling happy sometimes it can make me feel down. But when I'm down it reflects how I feel and reassures me."

"You're like a philosopher." He laughed halfheartedly pulling the duvet we had over us further up our bodies. "But not like an old philosopher. Like a attractive young one that helps me build pillow forts in the back of my car and sucks me off."

"Such lovely wording." I laughed running my fingers through his hair. "Do you want me to put the radio on?"

He nodded and I reached over turning on the quiet chords of some kind of indie music.

I laid back down and he entwined our hands and wrapped my legs in his. I had never been as in pain and happy at the same time.

And as long as I could hold it like that for as long as possible it would be fine eventually.