She Was The One - The Vamps Fanfiction

Chapter 10

We ended up getting the tube home because let's face it, in a decision between paying for a taxi or paying for dessert, dessert would always win. And besides, everyone knows Nandos does the best frozen yogurt ever. 

I was a bit adamant about getting the tube, mostly because it smells like piss and is full of weirdoes and our nearest stop was about 20 minutes walk home, but I really like frozen yogurt, do you see my problem?

The tube journey passed uneventfully. We kept playing our game of "brestions" (he seemed to have forgotten the rule of only answering 20) and ate the chocolate buttons I bought earlier. By the time we reached our station at about 11, the rain had completely stopped but the sky was by no means clear. The clouds were a heavy white, ready for my favourite type of precipitation: snow. We were in the middle of answering "have you ever stolen anything?" (Brad stole a birthday card by accident and put it back, I took lipgloss from primark when I had stupid friends) when sure enough, the sky opened up to let the snow down. Tiny white flakes danced in the neon light and I couldn't help but stick my tongue out. Brad did the same and we had a competition to see who could catch the most snowflakes. 

'Neh.. mnehh..' Brad struggled, wiggling about, 'YES, got another one, get in there, how many is that more than you now? Five?' he teased.

'Shut up,' I rolled my eyes, 'oh by the way your shoelace is untied.'

'haha I am not falling for that,' he smirked, leaning his head back and sticking his tongue out again.

'Fine just don't say I didn't warn you when you trip and faceplant the ground.. YES another one! I'm catching up!'

Brad looked down at his navy vans, whose laces were now wet and fraying after being dragged along the ground. As he bent down to tie them up, I took the opportunity to steal his now snowflake covered beanie. 'YOINK!' I grabbed it off his head and sped off down the street with it, putting it on my own now damp, almost-blonde hair. Suddenly, I crashed into something hard and warm. I winced and found myself at eye-level with a shiny adidas logo, I looked up into the face of the biggest chav I have ever seen. He growled down at me, his drunken breath warming my face. 

I made a quick turn to get away but he grabbed my arm tightly. "Where do you think you're going, missy?" he snarled, in his thick London accent.

My throat was dry and my heart was pounding, "Braaaaaaaad?" I managed to wail.

I could see his dark figure approaching, "yeah Hayley?" he called followed by an "oh shi- What's going on here?"

"Goldie here just walked straight inta me, and wenta leave, no sorry of nuffin. The cheek!" I could feel his grip tighten around my bicep.

I was terrible in these situations, so I let Brad deal with it. Luckily, he was calmer than me and was able to negotiate politley, "Look it was an accident, she's sorry." He nodded at me, indicating to apologise. "Sorry," I croaked quickly and quietly. I held my breath waiting for what would happen next but his contraint on my arm did not loosen.

"Look mate, we don't want any trouble," Brad pleaded. There was no way Brad would be able to take on the chav if things got violent, he was at least twice the size of Brad, and who knows what he could do in his intoxicated state.

His grip loosened and I was prepared to collapse into Brad but instead, the chav kept a hold on me and went, "is e your boyfriend is e?"

I replied "no" as the same time Brad replied "yes". I gave Brad a confused look but was cut off when the chav said "gimme a kiss then will ye?" 

I didn't have time to be repulsed by his remark and pouted lips because Brad shouted "NO, SHE'S MINE!"

I think it was the shock of Brad's sudden outburst  that made the chav let go of me. Luckily, when I fell right into Brad he kept his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I feared without it, I would collapse in a heap on the ground.