Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

TWO

~*Becky's POV*~

Sammy and I are in the Starbucks coffee shop that's located at the back of the lobby, sat at the table closest to the doors while we wait for the doors to the meet and greet to open.

We are mid conversation about nothing important when the doors swing open and a swarm of screaming girls run towards them. Me and Sammy shoot up out of our seats and sprint through the doors, leaving our drinks, only half drunk, behind on the table. I swing my rusksack over my shoulder just as we get into the line as near the front as we can.

We can hear screams and sobs coming from the front and we know we aren't that far back. We try to keep calm and promise each other we won't fan girl out and show ourselves up in front of the boys and embarrass ourselves. I can't imagine the boys being too comfortable with their fans crying all over them.

We are moving forward and I can now see both ends of the long table. Sammy and I can't stop smiling at each other, our fingers tightly linked together. I'm positively shaking with excitement and Sammy is bouncing on the balls of her feet.

" Move along now please!" A rather large, muscular looking security guard, quite like the ones you see on The Jeremy Kyle Show, is stood at one end of the table shouting commands at everyone.

The group of girls reluctantly move out of the way and head into the arena. One friend pulling another away from the boys, looking really rather fed up and embarrassed. I give her an apologetic smile as we make eye contact.

That's then I realise we're next in line to meet the boys.

We step up to the table and Sammy gets into an instant conversation with Connor. I smile at the sight of them. I knew she'd have him in the palm of her hand as soon as he saw her. As I clap eyes with Bradley and he shoots up from his seat, as though completely involuntary and I don't think he realises what he's doing.

" Umm, Hi. Can you sign my t-shirt, please?" I ask Bradley. I can't keep my eyes off him...

Bradley stands on his chair and then on and over the table to stand in front of me. I look around. The boys are giving him a strange look and the rest of the fans look...what? Shocked? Jealous? I can't tell. I can just hear gasps and whispers from behind me. I'm too mesmerised by his eyes to look away.

He pulls the lid off of his marker pen with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine. He bends down and starts writing something on my top, before returning to his normal height, which was a little taller than my 5ft 2". I look down at my t-shirt to find that he has written what looks like his phone number, along with his signature underneath.

He has a tiny smirk on his face, almost as if he's quite pleased with himself. Cute. I zip my jacket up over his number and he pulls me into a hug by my waist, shivers running over every inch of my skin from the pressure he's applying. He plants a gentle kiss on my side of my face, just in front of my ear after pulling away.

I am positively blushing. I push some stray hair behind my ear and look down.

" What row are you in?" He asks, still smiling that adorable smile, one hand still squeezing and rubbing my hip bone. How does he expect me to form an answer when he's touching me like this!?

" Front row." Is all I can muster, barely above a whisper, stuttering to fully form the two words that are stuck on my tongue.

" Move along please!" The security guard calls. What? Already!?

Sammy takes my hand and drags me away from Bradley, reminding me of the two girls that met the boys before Sammy and I. I turn around to find Bradley still smiling at me, chewing on his pen lid before turning abruptly to give a waiting fan a one armed hug.