Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

NINE

~*Bradley's POV*~

I'm sat on one of the sofas in the lobby waiting for Becky, sitting up straight with my hands in my lap, being pressed together between my tense thighs and my right knee bouncing up and down with nerves.

I stand up, pacing around the lobby, not being able to stand still for a second. As I pace past the sofa I was previously sat on, I catch a glimpse of myself in the huge mirror. I step back so I'm stood in front of it and I study myself.

I have my light blue and white Fred Perry checked shirt on, which I have unbuttoned to mid chest with a pair of black skinny jeans and a brand new pair of black suede oxfords.

I sigh. Why does she make me feel like this?! It drives me crazy! I can't ever remember feeling like this towards any other human before.

I go back to sit down on the sofa. I pull my phone out of my back pocket to check the time. 18.32. Half an hour. The elevator doors open from across the lobby, making me jump and sit upright, my phone falling into my lap. I grab it before it slips onto the floor and shove it back into my rear Jean pocket.

I get a glimpse of Becky and shoot up out of my seat at the sight of her. We smile softly at each other as she makes her way over towards me. She places her hand on my chest and I lay my hand on the small of her back as we kiss once.

Even with 3-4 inch heels on, Becky is still a good 2 and a half inches shorter than me, and that doesn't happen often. So you don't hear me complaining, but it's cute; I like her height compared to mine.

I look her up and down, grinning like an idiot. " You ready to go?" I ask, not being able to stop smiling at her.

She nods and returns my smile, blushing a little at my constant staring. We turn to leave. I keep my hand on her back as I guide her out to the waiting taxi in the car park.

" So are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" She asks, as I sit down next to her and slide the door shut.

" Err...no." I smile down at her, chuckling at her facial expression.

She huffs and leans back in her seat. God, I love winding her up. I know how that makes me sound but heavens above, that face she pulls when she's annoyed is quite something else! I kiss her cheek to try and cheer her up, taking her hand in mine.

***

" Here you go, mate." The taxi driver, Jamie, calls as he pulls up outside the restaurant.

" Thanks, man." I smile as I get out of the car, also taking Becky's hand and helping her step out safely.

" No problem. Do you want to pay half now, or do you want to pay the whole thing when I drop you off back at the hotel?"

" Umm, it will probably be easier if I pay in full later, if that's OK with you?" I ask, just to make sure as I step up to the window, pulling Becky to my side.

" No worries man. Just give me a bell when you're done." He smiles.

" Will do." I say, before we both thank him and turn to enter the restaurant.

" Wait!" I stop her. " You do like tapas, don't you?" I ask, before we step in, just to make sure she's going to like it.

" Is that a trick question?!" She smirks

I smile back while shaking my head, taking her hand and pulling her into the warmth of the building.

We walk in to be greeted by a tall, tanned man, maybe in his late 20's, possibly early 30's.