Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

Sleeping over with the others.

As you put down several pillows onto the floor of Brad's living room, you hear someone knock at the front door. "Brad!" you shout. "One of them is here!"

"All right," he calls back and jogs down the stairs, pulling a tshirt over his head. You catch a glimpse of his bare torso and smile to yourself. You hear the door open, and a familiar voice greet Brad.

"Hey Con," you say whilst propping pillows up against the couch.

He takes off his jacket and grins at you. "Hey."

"Ready for a crazy night?" Brad asks with a cheeky grin.

Connor laughs lightly. "By crazy you do mean watching movies, playing video games, and playing dumb games, right?"

"Of course," your boyfriend replies, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. "What'd you think I meant?"

"Oh nothing." Connor makes his way to the living room. "Just maybe something with alcohol."

You smirk at him and shake your head. "Brad can't drink alcohol. He's twelve, remember?"

Connor snorts back a laugh at your remark and nods his head. "That's true."

Brad glares at you. "Hey, I resent that."

You give him an innocent shrug and make your way to the upstairs linen closet to gather blankets and more pillows. When you come downstairs with an armful of stuff, you hear voices. You can't see anything, for the pile is higher than your head. "Brad," you squeak.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"Help."

You hear him laugh, and you presume he must've saw you. The next thing you know, the top half of the pile is lifted and you see your boyfriend grinning at you.

"You didn't have to bring them all down in one trip," he says softly, turning towards the living room.

"It's fine," you reply. "I was managing. Then I realized your house is always a mess and I didn't want to trip on anything."

"It isn't always a mess," he protests, but Tristan's snicker tells you the truth.

You smile at him and put the blankets down on the coffee table. "See? Even your boyfriend agrees with me."

Brad laughs at the title you gave Tristan, and rolls his eyes and the content of your comment. "His house isn't much better."

Tristan raises his eyebrows and smiles. "I'm not the one with fifty pairs of underwear on their bedroom floor."

Brad's eyes narrow at his bandmate.

James rolls his eyes, smiling. "All right, all right. Let's do something fun, yeah?"

Connor nods and says, "How about a movie?"

"What one?" you ask, taking a seat on the loveseat. You pull your knees up to your chest and look to Brad, patting the spot beside you.

As he sits, Tristan says, "Harry Potter?"

No one decides to argue. Connor smiles from ear to ear as he goes to Brad's movie selection and grabs the first Harry Potter movie. While he's setting it up, Brad pulls a fuzzy blanket over you and him. You snuggle up to his side and drape an arm across his stomach. He smiles and kisses your head softly.

"Everyone good?" Connor asks, holding up the remote.

"Yep," James says, leaning against the armrest of the couch. He has his legs over Connor's lap, who's leaning against Tristan slightly.

You smile up at your boyfriend while he watches the screen. The evening for the two of you is filled with cuddles, quick kisses, and cheesy remarks. The other boys tease the two of you quite a bit, especially when you convince Brad to let you all make a pillow fort. Although the fort doesn't stay built for very long, it was a pretty nice fort if you do say so yourself. As well as the fort collapsing, you all have a bit of an issue figuring out sleeping arrangements. But, it ends up being one of the more fun nights you've all had in a while.