Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

Protective.

This one is really long, sorry!

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As you put on your coat to cover up from the cold weather outside you looked out the cafe window to make sure there were no paparazzi hanging outside. You were a famous actress and recently your fame had grown as your boyfriend had announced your relationship to the world through Twitter. He was the lead singer of The Vamps; Brad Simpson. You had been dating for a year prior to telling the fans, just to make sure it was serious. And it was.

Everything had seemed to be going great since you had announced the relationship but you both noticed that the amount of paparazzi following you both had grown. Everyone seemed desperate to get a picture of you two together, although you can't remember the last time you two met up. You were both constantly busy and it seemed that whenever he was off, you weren't and vice-versa.

You stepped outside of the cafe after saying thank you to the workers. As soon as you walked out flashes blinded you. You were unsure if you were going to be able to make it to your car, which was only a couple of minutes walking down the road. You tried your best to walk past all the paparazzi as politely as you could but of course they had to make that difficult.

"Excuse me." you muttered to one of them who seemed to be pushing his camera lens closer and closer to your face.

Just as you were getting past the big crowd of men you were knocked on the arm by one of them, causing you to stumble and loose your balance slightly. You fell into a bench and scraped your knee and hand in the process. It wasn't bad but you still felt tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. More flashes went off and you walked to your car as quickly as you could. Once you had drove away from all the paparazzi you turned in to the side of a quiet road to try and calm yourself down. You noticed some bruising starting to show on your arms, probably from where some men grabbed you in trying to get you to turn around. You knew as soon as Brad saw what had happened he would be angry since he was so protective over you.

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Once you got back home you saw pictures of the paparazzi harassing you all over Twitter. People were tagging Brad in the tweets with the pictures so you knew the next time he logged on he would see them. You were anxious for how he would react and what he would do once he found out.

Minutes later your phone was ringing and Brad's caller ID flashed up on the screen. You quickly answered but before you could speak he had started off a rant.

"Y/N, oh my god are you okay? I've seen the pictures online and I can't believe they did that to you. You need to get a restraining order or something on them, they're awful. What's your manger saying about all this? Surely they're gonna sue them or something? Are you okay?" He rambled.

"It was mental Brad, I don't even know how they knew I was there. I didn't tell anyone so they must have followed me from my house? I checked before I was leaving and I didn't see anyone but as soon as I stepped out there was tons of them." You sighed. "I have no idea what they're going to do, I've been ignoring calls from them."

"It looked crazy! Do you have any bruises? They looked like they were grabbing you pretty hard. I wish I could be there with you right now, are you at home?"

"Yeah I'm at home, and yeah I have a couple of bruises... They were really rough. It was horrible Brad, I was all alone and they were crowding round me I hated it."

"Y/N I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help you, I hate this. I hate that they've made you feel like and what they've done to you. I'm gonna sort this out." Brad still sounded really angry.

"Don't apologise Brad, this isn't your fault! Please don't do anything stupid..." You laughed slightly. Brad agreed that he wouldn't before you both said your goodbyes and ended the call.

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Later that night you were sitting in front of the TV watching re-runs of an old program. You were texting your friend when your phone rang and the caller ID showed your manager's name. You had being avoiding speaking to him all day so you decided to get it over with.

"Hello?" You answered.

"Y/N, finally you answered! I tried calling you earlier but you didn't pick up." He spoke.

"Yeah, sorry about that I was a bit distracted with everything that was going on then Brad called me. I tried to call you back a while after that but you were on the phone..." You said, sitting up from the slouched position you were in previously and turning off the TV.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Brad called me this afternoon and we've both been discussing what would be the best way to handle this. Obviously the choice is ultimately yours and if you don't want to do anything then fine but we both feel like you should take some sort of legal action."

"I don't want to go to court over it or anything, it wasn't that big of a deal." You muttered.

"Y/N, it was harassment. It's a big deal, you could have seriously got injured. Although, I understand why you don't want to take it to court. What we can do is get a restraining order on them particular photographers?" Your manger suggested.

"Yeah I think that's a good idea... What would happen if they break it?" You asked, unsure if you were over-reacting or not. You still couldn't get your head around the fact Brad had spent the whole afternoon discussing options with your manager.

"They would be charged with a fine, or prosecuted." You heard mumbling in the background, "Y/N seriously Brad and I feel like this would be for the best. It's to protect you, and it would show any other paparazzi that they can't do the same. We can sort it all out for you, you won't have to worry about a thing."

"Okay, yeah. I think that's the best idea." You agreed.

"Great, I'll need to meet with you tomorrow morning so you can sign the papers but I'll explain everything when I see you."

"Shall we say 10am in your office then?" You asked. "I have a photoshoot at 12."

"Brilliant, see you then." Your manager said before ending the call.

Just as you were about to call Brad you got a notification from Twitter saying he had tweeted something. You and Brad had both put on notifications for each other since you didn't see each other a lot and didn't always get a chance to speak, it helped you stay up to date with what each other was doing.

'Can't believe how arrogant and rude paparazzi can be. Surely people's safety comes before a photo? Pathetic.' ----