The One - Bradley Simpson Fanfiction

Chapter 5 - Fault in Our Stars

Although me and Brad had been sure we had just wanted to be friends, after last night, I wasn't so sure what either of us wanted. His embrace had left me trapped in a dream, as I was clasping as the seams, not wanting to slip away.

Sometimes no words can describe the feelings you get for someone so special. How much your heart races when you see or even them, or when you see them smile and laugh at your jokes. The way that no matter what, they're your world, your life, your everything! 

Sometimes it can take one thing to make you realise how much you need and love someone. When you know that you can't function daily without them and that the thought of losing them makes you feel sick. 

The kind of love where you can't go through one day without missing him or thinking of him twenty four hours a day! When you close your eyes and you can feel him close to you. When he is the only one that completes you and makes you the happiest girl alive! 

As he was the only one who made me feel this way.

That young boy with the curly brown hair from Birmingham. Bradley William Simpson.

But yet, since our affection became a little more exposed to each other than first expected, Brad hadn't even looked me in the eye since last night. I tried texting him, but he didn't reply. I tried talking to him, but he'd say he was busy.

Had I said something, done something?

We hadn't even locked lips from my memory, as during the moment, he pulled away, picked up his bags and gone back to the hotel with me, walking me to my room.

Since then, nothing: not even a single word.

Later that day we drove on to Manchester for the second date of the tour. All the girls were excited, especially since it was Charlotte's hometown. 

Although, I just couldn't find the excitement.

Once we pulled over at a service station, I felt my phone vibrate. Brad was ringing me.

"Hello?" I said, reluctantly.

"Hey, about last night?" he said, causing me to move away from the girls so they didn't hear our conversation.

"Yeah?" I sighed.

"Look, I really- Look, I've got to go."

"Speak soon, yeah?"

"Tonight, maybe?"

"It's a date. Well not a real date, just you know, oh God, sorry." I said, mentally hitting my head against a brick wall. 

"Bye, Jenny," he said.

As we arrived at the venue, an hour or two later, we went straight into rehearsals, as the boys had already practiced.

Later that night, we hit the stage and I put everything into the performance, not knowing which days management from record labels would be watching. Then, after the boys had performed and Little Mix hit the stage, I knocked on Brad's dressing room.

I was met with Tristan at the door.

"Hey, Jenny, come in," he said.

"Hey, is Brad here?" I said, as Tris gave me a funny look, muttering under his breath.

"No, actually. He's tired, or something, so he went back to the hotel for the night with James."

"Oh," I said, my head drooping. "And Con?"

"With Charlotte," he said, laughing. I tried to break a smile, as Tristan took my hand.

"Look, don't get yourself down over whatever this is. Things will get better and you have friends who ove you, Jenny. They think you're perfect." I lifted my head up to meet with his eyes. Fragile, I didn't know what to do next, but I let slip of his hand, and turned away, walking towards the door.

On my arrival at the hotel, I went to Brad's room. I knocked and waited for his to answer.

"Jenny, what are you doing, it's late!" he said, yawning, in just his trousers, ready for bed. I didn't know where to look, but I kept my eyes focused on his.

"Why have you been blanking me?"

"I haven't? I rang you earlier."

"Oh for God's sake Brad! What have I done?"

"You haven't, I just don't want you to get hurt," he yelped, our bodies now in touching distance.

"I won't," I whispered, knowing how this conversation would end.

"We're not right for each other, you deserve better!" he said, looking down on me, his arm being placed around my waist. His warm bare skin tickling my body, causing me to become weak at the knees.

"Don't say that, you're everything to me..." I said as we fell into silence.

"I just don't feel that way."

"Don't do this, Brad."

"I said you'd get hurt, you had your chance to go."

"You know it's not that easy!" I demanded, a tear rolling down my cheek, his arms tightening around my waist, causing me to cry into his shoulder. "Just say, you feel the same way?"

Instead of answering me, his large but smooth hands cupped my heart shape face, leaning in slowly towards me. The hands of time stopped as our lips finally met, our lips and emotions transporting us to another world, softly closing my eyes, I was desperate to grasp this precious memory, the kiss was so gentle but captivating, the both of us pouring all our love as our lips moved in perfect harmony, the sparks flying making me dizzy, the universe seemed to disappear as we became lost in a sea full of lust and love. As our lips pulled apart, a gentle breeze fluttered over the flame extinguishing the desperate heat. Our breathing comes out in short, but desperate gasps. The intensity has washed away. The rest of the world is slowly coming back into focus.

And yet he'd still deny he didn't love me back.