Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

THREE

~* Becky's POV *~

I wake slowly, giving myself time to get used to my surroundings. I notice I'm in a different room, in a different bed, and it feels like I'm currently wrapped in someone's arms. I'm boiling wrapped in this thick duvet and the heat that's radiating off the other person's body doesn't help matters.

I entangle their arm from around my stomach and place it at their side as carefully as I can, as not wanting to wake them.

I roll off their other arm, not very gracefully at all, and sit up against the headboard, pulling the duvet over my legs. I look down to find a topless Bradley laying peacefully next to me. I lean over Brad and grab my phone off the night stand. I unlock my phone, staring at an unfamiliar background of Bradley and I pulling funny faces. I smiles at the slowly returning memory. I find a few texts and my Twitter and Instagram are going crazy.

I open the text.

1 new message from - Mama x

OK darling. Let me know your plans in the morning. Have fun and stay safe! xx

1 new message to - Mama x

We're gonna hang out with the boys today. But me and Sammy need some clean clothes. Sammy has her over night bag on my bed. My weekender bag is in the bottom of my wardrobe. Just fill it with enough for a few days. Oh and my tooth brush. Thanks. Lots of love xx

I drop my phone on my lap and I finally get a good look around the room. Connor and Sammy are wrapped in each other's arms on the sofa, which is too small to fit two bodies on it, and Tristan was wrapped in what looks like a twister mat in front of the door, his blonde hair full of green and pink silly string.

Meaning it must be James laying across the foot of the bed with what looks like a pair of boxers on his head. There's silly string of all colours hanging from the ceiling and covering practically everything in the room. There are also red plastic cups laying all over the place, empty beer bottles covering the floor, if you could call it the floor, you can't really see it much, thanks to all the crap covering it. Clothes everywhere. But I think they were already there when Sammy and I arrived.

Bradley starts stirring. I smile down at him as he stretches his whole body out, pulling an adorable face before opening his eyes. He sees me watching him and smiles at me, before closing his eyes again.

" Morning." He yawns.

" Morning." I reply, keeping my voice low.

" Why are you whispering?" Brad asks, sitting up next to me.

" 'Cause everyone's asleep. I don't want to wake anyone up."

" Oh." Brad yawns again, looking around the room. " Where's James?"

I point to James at the foot of the bed. Brad nods and then smirks at me.

" I know what you're thinking. You wouldn't..." I smile, shaking my head.

" No, I couldn't. He's far too heavy. But, we could." He smiles, winking at me.

We stare at each other for a while, just smirking. " Leave him, Brad. He's sleeping." I tell him.

He jokingly scowls at me pouts like a 5 year old. " Party pooper." He grumbles at me, struggling to keep the smirk from his face.

" I just don't want him to hate me." I smirk back.

Brad chuckles and wraps him arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. " None of the boys could ever hate you," He tells me, matter of factly while looking down at me. " least of all, me." He whispers before releasing me.