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Bradley Simpson was the boy you had been madly in love with since you were young. You had fantasised different scenarios in your head for ages about the boy with curly brown hair, although you never believed any of them would come true. You were doing your best to try and move on from Brad and forget about him. It was a waste of time even trying when you knew you would never be able to compete with the masses of girls that fancied him.
Your boyfriend, Jack, was taking you out for dinner tonight, which was rare. Normally your 'date nights' consisted of sitting inside watching films, and cuddling if you were lucky. Jack wasn't as affectionate or romantic as you wished he was. He seemed to care more about you at the start of your relationship than he did now.
As you were curling the last sections of your hair your phone lit up with a text. You finished doing your hair and unlocked it, seeing that you had a text from Jack saying he couldn't make it tonight because he was going out with his friends. You couldn't help but start to tear up. Just as you were about to reply your phone starting ringing. You thought it would be Jack, apologising over the phone, but the name that flashed the screen was 'Brad Simpson'.
"Hello?" You answered, slightly confused and sniffing.
"Hey, Y/N. Are you alright?" Brad asked, sounding concerned.
"Yeah, yeah... I'm fine." You lied. "What were you calli-"
"You're not fine, Y/N. What's happened?" Brad interrupted you.
"Seriously, it's not a big deal. Jack just cancelled on our date, that's all." You laughed slightly at how pathetic you were acting.
"Why did he cancel? If you don't mind me asking..." Brad muttered.
"He said he's having a night out with his friends." As soon as you said it you burst into tears.
"Y/N, don't cry. Oh god, I'm coming over to yours, okay?" Brad said and before you could reply the call had ended.
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Brad arrived at your house 10 minutes later and immediately took you into a hug. You took him through to your kitchen and he made you a cup of tea while you went on and on about your relationship with Jack and how you felt he didn't care. Brad listened to you without interrupting or saying anything rude, like people normally did. You knew he cared about you, unlike Jack.
"Y/N, I hate to say this but... You shouldn't be with Jack. You deserve better, you deserve someone who cares about you. Y/N I care about you, so much. Break up with him. Break up with Jack. Be with me. Me and you belong together, we both know it. I've known it for ages but I've been too scared to do anything about it. Please, Y/N. I love you so much." Brad muttered, holding your hands and looking into your eyes.
"Brad... I.... I don't know what to say. I don't know what you want me to say." You whispered, looking at the ground.
"Say it back. Say you love me too."
"I do, you know I do. I love you so much but I can't just break up with Jack. We've been through a lot." You finally looked up to see he had tears in his eyes.
"Please? Just think about it for a while." Brad sighed.
You nodded before Brad pressed his lips to yours, it felt different... It felt right. You kissed back as the kiss became heated. Seconds later and you and Brad were fully making out, although it didn't last long. He pulled away and made his way towards the door, leaving you in a difficult situation.
