Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

Well this is awkward.. (PT. 02)

"Well, this is awkward..." - Prompt #49.

At Tesco's, Brad holds on to you more than ever. Instead of striding in front of you as he normally would whilst grabbing the side of the cart, he insists on standing next to you with hands held. You two push the trolley together, one hand on grip and the other intertwined.

You don't mind at first, seeing as you both walked in with hands held and he wouldn't want to break the connection. However you find it difficult to venture off for the cereal with him right there, so you decide to pull your hand away in order to get food faster.

"Y/N," He wears the same face he did earlier this morning, "why'd you let go?"

"To get the eggs.." You tell him, placing the carton in the trolley. You're a bit puzzled at the question since it is on the same ridiculousness as the one from the bathroom.

"Oh." He says curtly, but you know he is indirectly waiting for your skin to come back on his.

"Is everything alright?" You ask once back next to him. He nods without any words.

You are not satisfied with the answer but know it'll be something to discuss during lunch in a bit and so you wait to question him further there.

Before anything else is said, a couple fans spot you and Brad in the fruit section.

"H-Hi!" One blurts out. Your boyfriend turns from the strawberries with indecisive face to the younger girls.

"Hello!" He smiles, setting the fruit down to put all his attention on them.

Frankly, you're quite glad that they've approached you two as this would be the first contact Brad's had with other human beings besides you since last night. You feel that things are a bit off today so to have Brad interact with fans makes you gain the relief of normality.

However, this relief does not last long as regardless of Brad speaking to them, his hand still has not left yours. Normally you two would step off the touching, even if it is something as small as hand holding, in front of them to make them feel more welcome.

The fans see the link and wonder if they're intruding, to that you reply. The corner of your eye told you Brad was going to say something but you step in.

"No, no! I was actually just going to get some things from a different aisle, I'll be right back." You smile, taking your hand away from his. Brad has a small look of defeat seeing you walk away but decides to focus on the fans.

You venture into the feminine needs aisle, collecting all that you required for your upcoming period (sigh) and headed back to your odd-behavioured boyfriend.

He waves off to the girls before darting his eyes around the room, making you know he's already looking for you.

What's the matter with him? You think to yourself. Why's he being so clingy? He's never like this, at home or even when we're with others.

Things are rung up at the register before you both head to lunch.

At the table, you realize that the waitress serving you is a fan of Brad. It becomes obvious within the nervousness of her tone and the light in her eyes as she sees him.

Brad is kind to her of course, but oddly keeping as close to you as possible within sitting. He does not even bother to sit across as usual, insisting on sitting next to you at the table.

Even the waitress furrows her eyebrows as Brad moves the menu and chair from across to next to you, but shrugs along with it anyways. You eye her warily and she throws you a smile.

"Erm.. B?"

"Hm?" He looks at you without a single thing wrong.

"Never mind." You sigh, opening the menu.

Brad then proceeds to shower you with compliments before you two talk about random topics. Nevertheless his touchy behaviour still remains in your mind until you must ask.

"Earlier today when I asked you if you were fine, did you mean it when you said you were fine? I mean really, are you doing alright?" You poke once the food is served.

He looks at you with confusion as if what you've just asked is out of sheer irrelevance.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? 've got the girl of my dreams next to me." He smiles at the last part.

"Yeah that's what I mean.. you've been really touchy all day.. and I don't know, I just wanted to make sure."

"I love you, that's all." He confirms, turning his head down to his food and you know not to speak of it anymore.

Maybe you're just being too much of a skeptic. You think. Maybe.

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I apologize for the errors of misspelled names and words in other imagines. I also do imagines on tumblr and I copy and paste them here so you can see it. I must've un-bs all the things that needed to be erased. So sorry x.