Can We Dance - The Vamps Brad Fanfic

The Day After The Night Before - Chapter Six

The next morning you woke up in Brad arms, surrounded by alcohol bottles, food and clothes. You got up too quickly and groaned at the pain of your mammouth hangover, walking out into the hall to see bodies everywhere, all the fans you let in last night clearly had fun, there was more bottles, more food  and more clothes. Tiptoeing over everyone to the fridge, getting bottles of water and tiptoeing back, stepping on the odd hand or foot and whispering sorry although they were all too out of it to hear or even feel it.

You closed the door in your room, looking at Brad sleeping and smiling. You put the water down on the bedside table and crawled on top of him, kissing his neck and playing with his curls. 

He groaned, opening his eyes and rubbing away the sleep.

"Morning" His morning voice was just the hottest thing you knew of. You smiled at him sitting back on your knees and laughing.

"Feeling a tad rough?" Brad sat up, ruffling his hair and placing his hands round your waist.

"I feel like some stamped on my head babe, what the fuck happened last night?" 

You laughed "All the fans came into my house, we partied with them then we came in here to finish what we started last week after the shoot, we didnt get very far, you puked and passed out on me," You glanced over at the sheets you'd had to change last night before looking at Brad giving you the puppy eyes.

"Aw babe I'm sorry, I'll sort it, but right now I need to sleep off this bitch of a hangover." He layed back down. You leant on him kissing his forhead before walking away, looking back as you reached the door.

"You've got 2 hours before we need to meet the boys"

Brad moaned. "Why have we gotta meet the boys?"

"You go on tour tomorrow, you've got prep work today."

Brad put the pillow over his head "Fuck." 

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You walked out into the corridor dreading tidying up the mess in the house but when you reached the kitchen it was spotless and no-one was to be seen. There was a note on the counter with some pictures from last night. The note read;

Thanks for a great night. We tidied the place for you to thank you. We'll be back for the next one ;) x Anna x 

You smiled. It would be along time before the next party, you weren't cut out for party and nor was Brad. The photo's were of Brad taking shots, you doing body shots off Brad, everyone raving, some cheeky bathroom selfies you took with some girls and then a photo of you and Brad cuddled up asleep. It was a fab night.

You decided to tweet.

What a fabulous night with the fans! Thanks for coming and thanks for tidying up. Brad is in no state to tidy up right now. You tagged a photo of Brad asleep, which made you laugh, he'd hate you for that, well that's if he ever moved again.

James tweeted you:

@YourTwitterName what did you do to him? ;)x

You Tweeted Him

@TheVampsJames: I didn't need to do anything, he drank it himself, then threw it back up all over me in my bed. ._. x

@YourTwitterName haha, sorry I probably should have warned you, he's a lightweight, is he coming to prep today?x

@TheVampsJames: Yea he'll be there if I have to bring the bed with him in it. ;) x

 YourTwitterName: How bout we come to your place. It's only stupid things we need to sort, then we can chill and leave Brad in bed?x

@TheVampsJames: Yea thats fine, umm pop over anytime, the house is tidy. I'm up just Sir Hangover here isn't planning to do much today.x

@YourTwitterName: Okay, I'll just get ready myself, tell Tris and Condora and we'll be over in about half an hour?x

@TheVampsJames: OkeyDokey x

You decided that gave you enough time to shower before the boys came, to save you smelling like a minibar all day.

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When you had showered Brad had managed to sit up but not get out of bed. It made you laugh seeing him feeling sorry for himself. You stood looking at him as he struggled to look at you with the sun shining in his eyes.

"N'aww is baby Brad feeling sorry for himself, babe no-one made you drink the amount you did, how much did you drink?"

Brad frowned "I can't remember anything honestly I don't even remember anyone being in the house with us to be honest."

You sat on the bed in front of him drying your hair. He sat up, kissing from your neck to your lips and before you could say no you were both kissing like last night again, he was getting frisky again, your lips locking against his and his tongue intertwined with yours. You could feel him running a hand up your leg and slipping it under the towel that was covering you and before long it was gone.

You were on top of him, your lips both still locked together, his hands running across your warm steaming body and your hands rubbing on his crotch, making him groan. You both pulled away, looking each other deep in the eyes, catching a breath in silence, only to have the silence broken with the doorbell ringing. He kissed your neck growling

"Leave it babe they'll go away."

You got up picking up the towel and running to the door.

"They won't Brad its James, Tristan and Connor! They are here for prep!"

Brad groaned laying down again putting his hands over his face. "Why did you invite them here!"

You opened the door smiling at the lads shouting back the Brad "Well you werent going to get up to go and see them so I told them to come here instead you lazy shit!" You heard him laugh which made you smile.

"Come in boys, make yourselves company there's food and drink in the fridge help yourselves, I'll be right back.