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The rest of the day is spent at home, snuggled within the confines of your couch. You two never quite stood up and away from each other unless it was to go to the bathroom.
Every once in a while, Brad would kiss the back of your hand or crinkle his nose into your neck, mumbling about how wonderful you are. Though him following you to the kitchen to watch you get water irked you, the thoughts you had earlier about the way he was acting disappears in his kiss. You pushed away the doubt, trying to accept the extra love.
You figured it was fine for a day, perhaps he was just having another one of those days.
However once Brad shows himself at your work the next day, the apprehension you held on him being clingy surfaced more prominently than before.
"You're here.." You speak with less enthusiasm than you intended.
He nods, strolling towards you with a take-out bag in hand. It's from your favourite restaurant, you raise your eyebrows in question.
"Thought we could have lunch together." He communicates as if the idea is something ordinary, though it is not.
You're very appreciative of the gesture however it confuses you, Brad is usually never able to visit you at work since the studio is across town from where you are, or promo would take him to odd places. The commute alone to ssee each other would be worth your entire lunch break and some of his, depending on how much needed to be done. Usually it was a lot, therefore erasing a daytime meet up.
"Oh, erm, that sounds nice." You smile, sitting in front of him.
"You should know though that I don't really have time for the usual half hour break though, darling." You announce sympathetically. "Not coming in yesterday set me back on the work I have to get done so this'll have to be a quick one."
He meets your gaze, " 's alright. I don't mind." You drop your jaw just a bit in horror. Alright, what the fuck is going on with you Bradley.
"But- uhm.." You stutter, not knowing how to respond. You know never to bother him while he's working, and the same goes for your job. What either of you do stays in the work place (if not for the occasional song writing at home, that you didn't mind).
Brad hums whilst eyeing you, face innocent as ever.
"It's just, I dunno, I saw your schedule for today and it seemed like you had a lot to do so I'm wondering how you've made time to make it here..?" You say in an attempt to sound the least bit rude.
He shakes his head, opening the containers of food.
"I moved some 'round so that I could get some extra time with you today."
Your eyebrows crease as his actions are not that of the usual. He's being awfully adherent to you. Switching his very tight and busy schedule which probably took months for some poor person in management to plan is becoming a bit much.
Before you say anything, Brad puts his hand in yours.
"I made sure to have time to pick up this from your favourite restaurant, I hope you're in the mood for it 'cause if not that'd be a bit awkward... heh." He laughs nervously as if it's only your second date.
You exhale a big sigh, shutting your eyes for a moment. You don't want to ruin the lovely gesture he just did nor would you like to make a scene at work. But this would definitely be an at home talk, if you could get him home before you go.
Fifteen minutes later and the containers are thrown away with the food gone into your bodies.
"You going to get back to your meetings then?" You ask, rubbing his fingers with rings cool under your touch.
He laughs, " 'm here for the day, love."
"T-The rest of the day?" You study the clock, it's only 1:45 in the afternoon.
"I rescheduled more than one meeting." He chuckles like you've said something daft.
"Oh-oh.. It's just, erm, like I said I've got a lot of work to finish, so.." You trail off hoping he'd get the hint.
He doesn't, simply agreeing to the statement.
"And I wanted to be able to concentrate.."
"Won't even know I'm here darling. Consider me like one of your colleagues."He takes the book he previously set on your desk.
You swallow a lump, not knowing what more to tell him besides er, well, get out? This is ridiculous.
"Brad, my love," You tug him out of his page, though he still wears a smile.
"I can't really concentrate with people around.. plus I don't think it's professional to keep people's boyfriends in an office I haven't been working at for long."
His face visibly falls and you feel a heart string pulled. You don't ever like denying him to being around you.
"Y-You want me to leave?" He asks timidly. As much as you'd love to have him around, you bite your lip and nod slowly.
He copies your shake of the head and packs the small things he brought; a book, his phone, the take out and his sunnies.
" 'm sorry, I didn't know I was distracting you." He does not look into your eyes.
"No, no, B. It isn't that, it's just.." You stand to peck him, running a hand through his hair.
"I promise I'll see you at home, okay?" You tell him as if he's worried, however part of you fears that he is. He shouldn't be.
Brad nods again a bit sadly, kissing your lips once more. You watch him exit the room, glancing out the window to see him drive off.
