Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

Protective - Part Two.

It had been a couple of days since the incident with paparazzi. Since then paparazzi wasn't an issue when you were out. You were walking around London with a couple of friends when one of your friend's phone went off with a notification. You thought nothing of it at first since it was her phone and it had nothing to do with you but she stopped walking suddenly, causing you all to stop and turn to look at her.

"What's wrong?" You asked, scrunching your eyebrows together.

"Have you seen this Y/N?!" She almost shouted, walking over to you and handing you her phone. You read the news article on her screen which read:

"Actress Y/N Y/L/N has filed a restraining order against a group of paparazzi, which isn't the first time for these men apparently. To add to the ordeal of the situation her boyfriend and boy band The Vamps' lead signer Bradley Simpson tweeted 'his' input to the whole situation. Simpson tweeted: "Can't believe how arrogant and rude paparazzi can be. Surely people's safety comes before a photo? Pathetic." Rumours have it that Y/N demanded Brad to tweet that, and fans claim that their relationship is all a scam, and a way to get Y/N into the spotlight. How can we be so sure that their relationship is legit? After all, we don't even have a photo of them together.... Was a restraining order necessary for Y/N, or was she just being a drama queen? Leave your comments below."

You felt tears brim your eyes as you handed your friend her phone back.

"Can you believe people are actually saying that stuff about you?! I mean, you demanding Brad to tweet something? A fake relationship? It's all so ridiculous." She almost shouted as she passed her phone to your two other friends to fill them in.

"It doesn't even make sense? What have I done to annoy everyone all of a sudden? I think I'm just gonna head back home now... Sorry. I don't really feel in the shopping mood." You muttered, looking at all your friends who had sympathetic looks on their faces.

"We understand, Y/N. It's fine." Another friend smiled at you, which you returned.

"I'll text you guys later tonight. Have fun." You mumbled, giving them each a hug before walking away and calling for a taxi.

-

You phoned your manager as soon as you got home and told him about the article you had read. He said he had been getting calls all day asking if your relationship with Brad was real, or not, from different magazines and websites.

"What am I going to do? Everyone hates me, I don't even know why." You sighed, lying down on the bed.

"Try not to think about it too much, I have a surprise for you..." Your manager said, changing the subject. "It should be at your door in... 20 minutes."

"What is it? Please tell me." You begged.

"Nope, speak to you tomorrow Y/N... Maybe." You could hear him laugh before he hung up the phone.

To say you were anxious was an understatement. 20 minutes finally passed, although it felt like an eternity. Suddenly there was a knock at your front door.

"Surprise." Brad grinned as you came face-to-face with him. This was the first time you had seen him in months. You stood there in shock, unable to believe that it was actually him.

"Oh my god." You muttered before he walked in, dragging his suitcase behind him. Once you closed the door you wrapped your arms around him, your brain finally registering that he was here.

"We had a couple days off touring so I thought I'd come and see you, plus I want to get all this sorted with the media. It's starting to piss me off, I can't even begin to imagine how you're feeling." Brad muttered into your hair as your head was tucked into his neck.

"Yeah, it's pretty horrible." You muttered back, although it was probably inaudible.

-

The next day you and Brad decided to go around London together. It was only a matter of seconds before paparazzi found out you were out together, and then they went crazy trying to get a picture of you two together. You had an amazing day with Brad and when you saw the pictures when you got home, which were all over every teenage news site ever, it was clear that the relationship was not fake.

You checked your mentions on Twitter and saw that more people had started defending the relationship and saying how happy Brad looked. Of course, you couldn't win everyone over but for the most it had stopped. For now, you didn't care because Brad was with you. You only had a couple of days together so you were definitely planning to make them last.

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