The Vamps Imagines / preferences

Imagine; You can't sleep

Just before you read this, I want you to all know that Connors part is going to contain graphic content. So if you're not comfortable, please don't read.

Brad:

You wake up disturbed from the perfect dream of you and Brad getting married. It was so perfect that you was crying a bit. You had your back turned to him so you turn around and lay your head on his chest and try to go back to sleep.

It had only been a few minutes. Your eyes re-open again and you just couldn't seem to fall back asleep.

'Fuck this' you mutter to your self.

You figured your tossing and turning wouldn't be any good and would end up waking brad up anyway so you hop out of bed, grab his stussy jumper, and snuggle up on the couch in the dark watching twilight.

Brad grunts and rubs his eyes. He looks to the side and can see in slight darkness you're not there.

'(y/n)? Babe?' He questions sitting up on his elbows then turning on the bedside lamp. 'What the fuck?' He jumps out of bed and looks from room to room, including the bathroom, noticing your not there.

He eventually decides to go downstairs as he can hear the tv.

'Babe?' He whispers, seeing you're asleep.

He shakes you the slightest and you begin to stir. He's stood behind the couch so you look up to him.

'What are you doing down here? Its...' he pauses, checking the time. '4.44am'

'I couldn't sleep' you mumble.

'You should've woke me' he says. 'Come on'

'No because its not fair on you' you say, getting up. You notice him looking you up and down smirking. 'What?'

'I can see you stole me jumper... again' he laughs. 'And you have our favourite film on without me

'I can sleep better in this because it smells like you' you smile.

'Well, you can sleep better with me' he winks turning the tv off. You shove him gently, he takes your hand and back up to bed.
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James:

You and James had been in bed since 11pm, it was now 2.30 am and you couldn't sleep at all. You tried and tried but you couldn't. Up to now, you must of got about an hours sleep.

You look at james who has one arm around you, one arm resting on his forehead which is facing the ceiling and his mouth open a gap letting out little snores.

After getting out of James' grasp, you head downstairs to get exactly what you need what you forgot to bring up earlier.

Sleeping tablets.

'Shit!' You whisper/shout as you pull the cap off causing them to fall out everywhere.

Finally after picking them up, you stood at the sink grabbing a glass and filling it up with water.

'(y/n)?' You hear James call from the livingroom.

'Kitchen, James' you reply.