The One - Bradley Simpson Fanfiction

Chapter 6 - Say You're Just a Friend

The next day, Little Mix had arranged for us to go out together nearer the end of the tour for a drink and so on.

I had been texting Brad for most of the day, since we had a day off. We were travelling up to Glasgow for tomorrow's show and Charlotte couldn't help notice the smile on my face.

"Who are you texting?" she said.

"No one," I smiled, feeling my cheeks turn red.

"Hey, erm... What do you think about Tristan?" she asked, causing me to frown.

"He's lovely, why?"

"Do you not see him in any other way?"

"No... Not really? Why?" I joked, whilst Charlotte glanced at her phone.

"No reason," she said, starting type. I shrugged before replying to Brad.

'We should keep what ever we have more of a secret Xx' Brad then replied.

'Why? Xx' I asked confused.

'It's for the best. Believe me Xx'

'If you say so. Xx'

Once we made it to the hotel, fans were scattered outside, screaming as our van pulled up. It was mayhem trying to get inside, but it was nice to see some support! I spoke to one fan who said she really shipped me and Brad. I asked her what it meant and laughed to myself. At least someone thought we'd be cute together, other than myself. As we dragged our suitcases inside, a screams could be heard all over the country. The boys had arrived.

"BRAD, TRISTAN, CONNOR, JAMES I LOVE YOU!" 

It was rather deafening. 

I turned my head as Charl has ran off to see Connor. She literally jumped on him and everyone started to take pictures and laugh. I walked over, holding my coat, and stood smiling. Everyone seemed to think they were cute. I just wished I could do the same with Brad. Connor smiled, looking into Charlotte's deep blue eyes before placing his lips onto hers. A flash of bright lights were shone in their faces and I guess they were ready to confirm what no one else would.

I looked over at Brad who was taking pictures with fans. Tristan was with James and their manager, bringing in suitcases before coming back out for pictures. I stood looking at Brad. His eyes every so often caught mine and I culdn't help but have that butterfly feeling in my stomach. How had I fallen for him so fast?

A young girl, in her teens walked over to me.

"Is it Brad you like? I'm not one to judge. I think it's cute." 

I scoffed, "We're just friends."

"I've seen the way you look at him," she replied, causing me to look up at him.

Radiantly and perfectly, his skin glowed like a sun gleaming, and I couldn't help but stare at his flawless clear skin. My cheeks turned a little red and the girl smiled.

"Don't give up now. Just because you're afraid of what people will think, doesn't mean you can't be together."

I smiled at her. "It's not that. I just don't know where it's going, you know."

"I've met him many times. Every time, he's spoken about this mystery girl. Only when he's alone, mind. Look, I know I'm a fan but please don't give up yet."

We all walked into the hotel and to our rooms, since we had the rest fo the day off. Some were tired from the long hours of travelling but I was ready to go and explore the city. None of the girls were up for it, so I asked the boys. James and Connor were already asleep so I dragged Tris and Brad with me.

For most of the trip, it was rare either of the boys spoke. 

"What has got into you two?" I yelled.

They shrugged.

"I don't know why I bother, you know." I sighed and walked off back to the hotel without the boys before lying down on my bed, ready to cry. Twenty minutes later, I could hear Tris and Brad walking to their room, shouting at each other.

"You don't love her! You don't do anything for her!" one said.

"I'm trying to protect her which is more than you're doing. Stay out of it," the other said.

Two minutes later, their door slammed shut and I received a text from Brad.

'I'm sorry x'