Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

The Simpson Family.

Brad imagine - you meet his family:

"What if they don't like me?" you ask quietly as Brad pulls onto his street.

"They'll love you," he replies instantly. "How could they not?"

With a shrug, you sigh and look out the window. "I don't know. What if they think I'm weird? Or that I'm not a good match for you?"

Brad glances at you briefly. "Y/N, they're going to love you, trust me. They won't think you're weird, and they'll think you're a perfect match for me. You know why?"

You shake your head slowly.

"Because they'll see how incredibly happy you make me," he murmurs whilst pulling into his driveway.

You smile at him softly. "Thank you."

"Now come on," he says, turning his car off. "Let's go in."

You nod and climb out of the car, trying to push all your nerves down. Your stomach is a ball of knots and butterflies, all fluttering about. Your mind is filled with bad scenarios that could happen. You hate feeling this way. You just want to go home and curl up in your bed. You don't want to face Brad's family – you're so positive that they'll dislike you.

Brad puts his hand onto your lower back and leads you towards the door. He unlocks it and steps inside.

You glance at Brad awkwardly after you follow him in. Do you leave your shoes and jacket on? Do you take them off? If yes, where do you put them?

As if reading your mind, Brad slips his shoes off and nods at the shoe mat. "Just put your shoes there, babe. I'll hang up your coat."

You thank him softly and hear the pitter patter of claws against the hardwood floor. You look over to see a big, fluffy, golden dog headed your way. A smile spreads across your face and you crouch down as Jesse approaches. "Hey there."

Brad grins, bends down to ruffle his dog's ears, then beams at you. "She likes you."

"She's a dog," you mutter. "Dogs like everyone."

He shrugs. "Still. Her tail's going crazy. It looks like a windmill."

You look up to him and smile. "Like a windmill in the sky?"

Brad snorts back a laugh and shakes his head.

"Brad," a female voice calls from the top of the stairs.

You look over and see a girl you're assuming to be Brad's sister running down to greet her brother. You and Brad met on tour a while back, and have been dating long distance for a while. As well as being away from you, Brad's been away from his family for quite some time. Between touring, visiting you, and working in the studio, he hasn't had much time to be with his family.

"Hey Nat," Brad breathes out while they hug. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," she murmurs, giving her brother a tight hug. She pulls away smiling, and looks to you. "You must be Y/N."

With a shy smile, you stand and nod. "I am. It's nice to meet you."

Natalie smiles sweetly. "Nice to meet you, too. Brad's been telling us lots about you over the phone."

"Has he?" You shoot him a look and blush softly.

Brad puts his hands up in defense. "It was all good things, I promise."

"Good things?" a voice echoes from the hall.

You all turn to look, seeing Brad's father walking over. "He never shuts up about you. It's always, 'Y/N did this, Y/N did that. Y/N's so great. I love her so much, dad.'"

Your cheeks turn red and you notice Brad's tinting pink as well. He rubs the back of his neck and laughs awkwardly. "I don't sound like that."

Natalie grins. "Sure you do. Mum's in the kitchen, by the way. She's making food."

"Thanks." Brad takes your hand and pulls you to the kitchen, obviously sensing your embarrassment. "Sorry about them," he whispers on the way.

"It's fine," you reply quietly.

"Hi mum," Brad says as he steps into the kitchen.

Anne looks over her shoulder, a broad smile across her face. She wipes her hand on her apron quickly before opening her arms. Brad goes into them, embracing his mom for a good minute or two.

"Mum, this is Y/N." Brad nods at you. "Y/N, this is my mum."

You hold out your hand awkwardly. "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Simpson."

Anne laughs lightly and waves her hand. "Please, call me Anne." She goes over and gives you a one-armed hug.

You glance at Brad as you awkwardly hug her back. He's smirking at the two of you, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"It's so nice to finally meet the girl who's got Brad so head over heels," Anne comments once the hug is done.

You feel your cheeks heating up again, and you look down to your feet. "It's nice to meet you all as well. I've been looking forward to meeting his family."

Brad makes a strange noise, as if holding back a laugh, and clears his throat afterwards. "We'll let you continue cooking. We can all catch up over dinner."

Anne nods and kisses her son's cheek softly, making him smile lightly. She turns to you and looks you over slightly, then smiles widely to herself. "I can see you two make each other very happy. I'm very happy to see that. You chose a good one, Brad."

He smiles wider, looks to you and nods. "I know."