R U Mine? - The Vamps Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Meeting Brad

I turned around to see if he was behind me as the bus drove on and I let out a squeaky yelp as a curly haired boy pulled me into a warm hug. I breathed in his woody aromatic smell as his arms squeezed around me, pushing me further into his jumper. He let me go as I started to squeal from lack of oxygen and he beckoned me to follow him to his house. I fixed my hair and walking along beside him.

He looked so gorgeous today. He was wearing black skinny jeans, his brown boats and his blue jumper, which was one of my favourites. We didn't stop talking all the way to the house and he kept on telling me how excited everyone was to meet me. Although I was thoroughly excited too, Ill have to admit, I was nervous as well.

"Here we are" said Brad. We had arrived at his house. He reached into his pockets and pulled out some keys, unlocked the door and walked in.

 I went inside. I slipped off my shoes and hung up my bag, taking out my phone and putting it in my pocket.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" He asked me.

"I'm good thanks." I replied.

I followed Brad upstairs to his room and as he turned around to see if I was there, I ducked under his arm, leaped ahead of him and jumped onto the beanbag by his bed.

"Alright. I know my place..." He joked, and sat on the floor next to me.

I hadn't been in his room for a while because we had both been so busy and I noticed various changes about it. There were new Arctic Monkeys posters up on his wardrobe and his CD collection had almost doubled in size.

"So when will the guys be here?" I asked him, staring into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Soon...I think" Brad raised an eyebrow. "So...do you still play guitar Em?" he asked me.

"Brad." I started, "I never really used to play it. I have rather limited skills in comparison to you."

"Nah you don't. I heard you play a while back. I'll teach you something if you like?"

I nodded and he grabbed his guitar from next to his bedside table and sat on the bed. He patted the duvet next to him and I reluctantly pulled myself up from the beanbag and sat down next to him.

"I want to try and teach you this." He said whilst playing R U Mine by the Arctic Monkeys. I loved that song, and he knew it. He passed me the guitar and I set it on my lap awaiting his instructions. He moved closer towards me and I felt his shoulder brush against me as he reached his arm around my back and onto the fingerboard of the guitar. He moved my fingers to the correct places and taught me the basic strumming pattern. It was fairly simple.

"You are doing great!" he said as he continued to adjust my finger position to play the next chord. I tried to picture how the lyrics went in correspondence to the chords and rhythm but I couldn't, and my fingers weren't moving to the chords quick enough. I let out a small grunt and he laughed at me.

"Keep going." He encouraged me.

I let out a faint smile and persisted to play. He moved even closer towards me so he could get a better angle to see the fingerboard. His soft brown curls tickled the back of my head and I felt his warm breath on my neck...