Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

ONE

~*Becky's POV*~

" Sammy! Are my straighteners in there?!" I shout through the door to my ensuite over the running water of the shower.

" Yes!" She shouts back through the door before she turns the water off.

I walk over to my wardrobe and pull out my black ripped skinny jeans and a white top with ' The Vamps ' printed on it in black. Mum bought Sammy and I both one when she bought the tickets.

I pull them on after putting on a clean bra and a clean pair of pants, swearing as my foot slips through the whole in the knee. I manage to fight into my jeans as Sammy comes out of the bathroom in her underwear.

She pulls on her black leggings, appearing to struggle just as much as I did, and towel drys her long red hair that I dyed for her before pulling her top over her head. I pull my hair dryer out of the drawer in my dressing table and hand it to her.

" Becky, love?" Mum calls, pounding on the door. " Are you and Sammy getting ready?"

" Yes!" Is all I shout back as I enter the bathroom to retrieve my hair straighteners from the bathroom counter. God only knows what I was thinking when I decided to straighten my hair in the bathroom. Who does that, anyway?

I come back out, switching the light off and shutting the door behind me. I sit at my dressing table after plugging the straighteners in and start straightening my brown highlighted hair, which I got dyed at my local hairdressers with Sammy last week.

***

Half an hour later, my long, thick hair is straight and Sammy' s hair is now dry.

We are sat on the floor in front of my floor to ceiling mirror as I side fish tail plaiting Sammy's hair. I tie a deep red hair band around the end and sit it on her shoulder, after tying a black ribbon around the end of the plait. We then spend the next 30 minutes doing our make up, chatting and laughing with each other.

As we finish, mum knocks on the door and walks in.

" Girls, you both look stunning!" Mum gasps with a grin, pulling us both into a hug.

" I should hope so!" Sammy exclaims, " We started getting ready 4 hours in advance!"

Mum and I laugh at her comment and Sammy joins in shortly after.

I pull on my black leather jacket on with my Doc Marten shoes. Sammy puts on her black hoodie and her black Vans. I dig out my black Ratchet rucksack from my wardrobe and we fill it the the necessary objects; make up, bottles of water, deoderant and so on.

Mum locks the house up and we leave for the concert.

***

Mum pulls up in the car park to the hotel the venue is taking place in, not too far from my house.

" Bye mum. We'll see you after." I say, kissing her on the cheek.

" Yeah, thank you for the tickets, Clare." Sammy finishes off, walking up to my side.

" It was my pleasure, Sammy. Have a good night now girls," Mum calls as we climb out. " And no kissing any band members!" She jokes as we push the doors shut. We stand and watch her pull away and exit the car park, waving goodbye until she's out of sight.

We link our fingers together and make our way across the car park and into the venue, joking and giggling like little girls at a primary school disco.

We made sure we got here early so we can get to the front of the meet and greet queue. We promise each other we won't cry and show ourselves up when we met them like most of the fans do. Mum has also gone through extra trouble to get us front row tickets.

This is going to be amazing!