Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

Prompt #44 - Part 01.

"Will you just accept that I am hopelessly in love with you, and there's nothing you can do that will change that." - Prompt #44.

(This is the part one, it has four parts but the titles will be different than this one since i'm completing the whole prompts. Sorry though, the title was too long haha. Enjoy x.)

There are many different versions of Brad.

Feisty Brad is a sassy, picking it up from band mates and a few fans. Silly Brad is one that sparks when children are around but he is not afraid to show his funny faces or goofiness to anyone. Travel Brad is an adventurous one, making him prime for going out in a different city.

However out of the several different Brads that exist, from time to time you'd see a different one pop only under a new circumstance. This is one of them.

"Baabe." He flops back on the bed, "Where you going?" You turn from your position outside the bathroom to his lazy figure, clinging on to the bed sheets and your pillow, as if trying to recreate the feeling of you being there.

"I have to work Brad," You giggle at the sight, "you know that."

He nods, bearing a small pout on his lips.

"But I don't want you to leave yet, love! We just woke up 'nd haven't even had morning cuddles yet, you can't cancel morning cuddles."

You find yourself laughing at the audacity of the man whom you call your boyfriend. Silly man, your silly one.

Biting your lip, you relinquish your early morning routine in replacement of more time spent in bed with Brad. Today's make up would have to become tomorrow's.

"That's more like it." He says, drawing your body into his embrace. You assume to your usual position if he was to be the big spoon, his strong arms encompassing your shape, nose nestled into the crook of your neck to give butterfly kisses to the skin. Occasionally his lips would brush against your jaw, other times going to your collarbone.

You always chortle to yourself whenever his hair tickles your ear. Brad laces his fingers with yours and you are complete.

"I know it's a bit too early to be askin' this," He mumbles into your skin, "but could I be the lih-uhl spoohn tonight?"

"I'd love to be your big spoon Brad." You grin. His accent is always thickest in the morning, or when he becomes outrageously angry. The latter you've only seen a few times seeing as B is a gentle giant.

"Hm." He sighs contently. Mornings are only his favourite if he is able to be up against you in peace.

The minutes pass and you soon find yourself in a bit of a panic, for Brad has managed to doze off again and you've got to make it to work. Though a massive part of you wants to call in sick and spend the day in bed with him. The clock ticking in the corner of you shared room does not help: It's 7:52 and you have to make it to work by 8:30.

You lie in a dilemma, a project is due to your boss on Monday but it's already Thursday and you aren't finished with it yet.

"Oh fuck it." You reach for your phone on the nightstand, dialing the number of your boss.

"Hi, erm.." You explain to them your sudden illness. They allow a day extension on the project, being in a somewhat good mood now that the week is almost over. You're thankful as you hang up and wonder how you didn't wake up Brad. On occasions he would be a heavy sleeper, if his circumstances were comfortable.

You shut your eyes and relax further into your boyfriend, charging for a day off with him.

"Y/N, aren't you working today?" Brad shakes you and you groggily groan. It's now almost 11, you two slept soundly.

"No, I called in sick because I couldn't be bothered to get up."

He chuckles, lying back down next to you.

"But I do have some things I need to get finished B." You admit, craning your head so that you would be facing him.

Groaning, He moves his body so that he is resting on your stomach, wrapping his arms around you like you're a teddy bear.

"We really need to go food shopping, we don't even have any more butter or eggs." You laugh. Between your expanding career and Harry's promo for a new album, neither of you have had the chance to do any grocery shopping.

"Mm, nooo. We'll do fine without them for a while, I just wanna stay in bed all day," He tightens his grip around your stomach, glancing up at you through thick eyelids, "wanna be close to you baby."

You laugh again, coursing your fingers through his hair.

"We won't do fine without them if you want to do any cooking or baking anytime soon, B." He just stuck his lip out in respond.

"Please? I already took the day off for you my love, and our dinner can't really just be olive oil and some stale bread. Besides, I also need to get some," You pause, "some feminine stuff."

He snickers, "You can say pads and tampons darling."

"I know." You snap jokingly.

"Now come on, the sooner we get going out over work the sooner we can come back and cuddle together. We can also get lunch on the way." With a sigh, Brad agrees to let go of the warmth that is your body and comfort of the bed.

Normally, he would let get ready first since you took a bit longer than him to wash up. But as you turn the levers of the shower, Brad is keen to follow you into the bathroom.

"Whatcha doin' there?" You giggle.

"I thought we could shower together." He answers proudly, as if it is the best idea he's ever had. "Really? Now?" He nods solemnly.

You sigh, stripping down whilst your boyfriend does the same. The water reaches your desired temperature and you step in, with Brad trailing behind you. Though you've been dating for two years, you still feel shy being so bare around him.

Your cheeks redden as Brad kisses the top of your head, reaching for your shampoo. His eyes are on you, but not gazing at you with lust, rather it is love and awe. You're the most beautiful woman he knows and he wouldn't dare disrespect your body.

It's a routine if he's in the shower with you, insisting on doing your hair before you condition his. He then would use the shower sponge to soap up your body, taking care in letting his hands roam your body. At times it would lead to something else, but that's a story of a different time.

"I love you all the time." He murmurs, pressing wet kisses to your newly soaped skin. You're melting at the moment, tracing around his soft skin.

The water is soon shut off and you hastily wrap a towel around your body before stepping out of the bathroom, wanting to get into warm clothes immediately.

"Where you going?" Brad calls for the second time today. You left him in the bathroom but only momentarily.

"I was getting clothes?" You cross your eyebrows at his odd question. Where else?

Brad blinks at your figure, "You just went out so quickly I thought I did something."

Nothing more is said as you dress, shaking away the thought. That was a bit awkward of him to ask, but oh well.

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