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Brad imagines for all of you ❤
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The Vamps were currently touring around America and you had joined your boyfriend, Brad, for a couple of the dates.
You didn't get to spend a lot of time with Brad because of your work and his job, so whenever you got the opportunity you always took it. Brad and you got along really well. You were best friends before you started going out and loads of people said that you were a lot alike.
The main characteristic you shared with Brad was being sarcastic. You were constantly joking around with each other and having 'sarcastic arguments' over petty things, which people always thought were serious. Lots of people, including the rest of the band, never understood your jokes with each other but that's what made them funnier; because they were just between you two.
"Y/N, do you want to come and play a game of FIFA before we go on stage?" Connor walked in to the room you were sitting in, reading your book.
"I'm alright reading, thanks for asking though Connor." You replied with a smile, before turning your attention back to your book... Not for long.
"I don't think Y/N would be much good at FIFA anyway Connor." You heard Brad say with a teasing tone. Your head shot up to see him smirking at you from the door, standing beside Connor.
"Really Brad? And why's that? I'm sure it would be something else I would beat you at." You smirked back as he walked into the room and stood in front of you. Connor shook his head before walking back down the corridor into the room which the boys had set up the PS4.
"I don't think so babe, it's quite challenging. You might get a bit confused by it. I know you struggle with complexed things, need I remind you about breakfast this morning?" You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly.
This morning on the tour bus, you attempted to make waffles with a new waffle machine but got confused by all the different buttons and eventually had to ask Brad to help you.
"Okay, I'll give you that one. But... Can I remind you how you struggled to get out of bed this morning? That's a bit worrying. Surely someone with your "talent" ability shouldn't get confused about how a duvet works."
While you begged Brad to help you with the waffle machine he was tied up in the duvet and couldn't find a way out, which had everyone in fits of laugher. His arms and legs were sprawled in all different directions, once he had one arm out his leg seemed to get stuck and so on.
"That was traumatising. But seen as we're bringing up idiotic moments, do I even have to mention the 'evaluator' situation? And I'll have you know I have loads of talent."
"NO. We're not talking about that Bradley. Never. You win." You shot him a glare.
"You probably do have a lot of talent, just a shame it's not in bed." You smirked.
"You don't mean that," Brad almost shouted.
"You weren't saying that last night, were you?"
"I was just trying to boost your ego, shame I can't boost the size of anything else..." You muttered, trying to hold back a laugh.
"Oh, you're so cheeky." Brad laughed, pinning you to the couch and attacking you with kisses. ❤
