Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

FIVE

~*Dean's POV*~

Brad and Becky clumsily push through the doors after completely missing the sign and trying to pull them open, looking like the walking dead. They scan the room with tired, blood shot eyes until they find us in the corner of the room, sat at a large table, made of other tables we have pulled together.

They sit down next to each other, falling into each other before managing to sit down properly, looking like they could fall asleep at any moment.

" What do you want to drink?" I ask the two of them, pulling my wallet out of my back pocket.

" No, I'll get them." Brad grumbles, standing back up and standing behind Becky's chair.

" I bought all of these, so it's only fair that I buy yours, too." I pull a crumpled bank note out of my wallet and hand Brad the £10 note.

" What do you want?" Bradley asks Becky, rubbing her shoulder.

" Medium hot chocolate, please."

" Cream?" He questions.

" Please." Becky grins up at him as he rubs her neck.

" And no marshmallows." He finishes with a wink, to which she nods her head to.

They smile at each other and Brad trundles away to order the drinks.

I can tell by the way he looks at her, that glint in his eyes that was never there before, that he likes her. I can tell Becky likes him too, even though I only met her and Sammy late last night. But I don't want to see either of the boys get hurt. But I don't want either of them to muck it up.

I remove myself from my thoughts to find a tired Becky frowning at the table.

" You OK, Becky?" I ask, concern present in my tone.

" Mmm." Is all she says.

" You still tired?"

" Mmm." She mumbles again.

" Oh, you saw my instagram, then?"

" Mmm." She mumbles more aggressively, staring daggers at me.

I chuckle into my coffee, watching her eyes retreat to the table as I watch her over my mug.

Brad arrives back with the drinks and sits them down in front of Becky and himself before he reaches across the table and hands me back my change. Brad sits down and they look at each other in that way again.

Brad gives me a stern look before joining in the conversation. I can't help but smirk.

" So who wants to go where when we get into town?" Asks Joe.

" Saint Kidd!" Brad and Becky pipe up in union. Everyone around the table bursts into laughter. Becky and Brad look at each other and then back down at their drinks again.

" She's got good taste, Brad!" Connor jokes.

Brad smiles at Becky, who was scooping off some cream with her finger and placing her finger in her mouth, looking very nervous. He leans over and whispers something in her ear that makes her smile broadly.

There are many shops thrown around while we finish our drinks. I notice Becky's left arm and Brad's right arm under the table, and any idiot could guess that they are holding hands.

We drink up and leave, all of us clambering back into the van.

~*Bradley's POV*~

Becky and I both spend over £60 in Saint Kidd rather quickly, as well as Sammy and Connor. James and Tris aren't such big fans. We walk round the town, bumping into the accational fan or two. It's surprising how many of them have seen the photos of Becky and I on Deans instagram from earlier this morning, all of them thinking we're an item and how awkward it is having to correct them on the matter.