Brads pov,
I don't know what it is about her, but she's somehow different. Her face looks beautiful without make up, her blonde hair falling perfectly by her face. I don't know why I've not seen her before, maybe our paths just haven't crossed yet. Somehow I'm glad they now have.
I don't believe in love at first sight, but there's just something there. Yes I've brought girls home before but that was to get them into bed. I didn't feel that with her.
Maybe it's because she was attacked, or it's just because she deserves the best. Either way I wasn't going to be a dick to her, not that I am anyway. I realise I've been admiring her for too long and get up, stretching and making my way to my ensuite. Once I've showered and sorted myself out I walk back out with just a towel around myself.
As I walk out I catch her looking at me, travelling from my torso to my eyes, then looking away and blushing. She's cute alright.
"Take a picture babe it'll last longer," I chuckle and go to my wardrobe.
"Not worthy of a picture," she smirks at me, fair play Phoebe.
"Well that hurt," I stick my tongue out as I get my clothes and walk back into the ensuite. I change and sort out my hair, making sure it's presentable for today. Not going to lie, I probably take more time getting my hair ready than most girls. It could take me hours if I wanted.
"Take so long in there," Phoebe knocks on the door.
"Perfection takes time babe," I don't know what it is with the whole babe thing, I think it annoys her.
"Uggghhh," she rages then walks from the door. When I walk out she's on her phone on my bed.
"Well it's free if you want to go in," I let her know.
"It's okaii," she smiles. What? "I just wanted company," she giggles.
"So you were just winding me up? Damn it Phoebe I rushed my hair for you," I roll my eyes making her giggle even more.
"You can definitely tell that it's been rushed," she bites her lip and burst out laughing. I feel attacked in my own home in my own bedroom.
"You're mean," I pout.
"Probably, but seriously thanks for letting me stay," she smiles.
"It's fine, need me to drop you home? I'm on my way to the studio," I offer and she looks like she's debating with herself.
"If you wouldn't mind..." She tells me.
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FanfictionWhat if Brad didn't make it? What if Phoebe wasn't abused? What if they didn't meet? What if everything around them is a lie, and all they have is each other? Dark story, containing violence, drugs, swearing, all those type of things.