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Brad imagines for all of you ❤
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You loved touring with Brad, especially the late night food stops. No matter what country you were in and no matter what time it was you would have to stop off, the tour bus looking abnormally large in the small car parks. You and the band would trudge in, wearing your comfy clothes, each one of you either with sleepy eyes or messy bed head.
As Brad stood at the counter ordering food you pulled out your phone.
"Smile Brad," you said, holding the phone up and snapping a picture. It portrayed Brad perfectly. The mismatch of grey joggers and brown jacket, his curly brown hair a complete mess, his eyes barely able to stay open.
You all grabbed your food and headed back to the bus. As you snuggled up with Brad you set the picture as your background.
"Really? That picture's awful!" Brad moaned, his mouth full of chips.
"Well I love it, I think you look perfect," you replied, taking a chip from his hand and popping it into your own mouth.
