She Was The One (Vamps Fanfic)

Chapter Three

I dab my face with the towel, scraping off any face wash that I missed. I check myself in the mirror one last time before heading to my room. I get comfy on my bed and pull out my phone. I open up my twitter to Bradley's. He hasn't posted anything aince the selfie we took at dinner earlier. I told him not too but he kept saying I looked to beautiful to hide from twitter. I scroll through some of the comments. 

"Cute♥" 

"She's pretty!" 

"I ship Brinn!" 

And others not too nice; 

"Who is that ugly hag?" 

"#loser" 

"Yuck, Bradley's worth more"  

I return to my profile, where I'm suprised to see that I've gained a bunch of followers. I'm in the process of following them back when my mom walks in startling me. 

"Mom?!? What if I were naked?" I shout. She just laughs as she takes a seat in my beanbag. 

"You're gonna sleep downdtairs while Bradley's here," my mom instructs pointing to my sleeping bag. I sigh and reach on my tiptoes to get the bag. 

"What if he goes through my stuff?" I ask in a worried tone. 

"Relax, he'll be down there too," my mom adds with a smile. Somehow thats not better. I barley know this guy, I like him and he's gonna see me when I first wake up in the morning, no thanks. I guess this is my only option, so I grap my sleeping bag, pillow, book and phone then walk down the stairs. I walk into the living room when I realize Bradley's skyping someone. 

"I'm so sorry, I'll leave," I say frantically as I scramble out of the room. Bradley catches me and brings me back, his arm around my waist, the contact brings butterflies to my stomach. 

"Hey guys this is Quinn," Bradley says to the computer. I examine the faces on the screen, 3 dirty blonde guys with their hair shooting up, all three quite attractive in their own ways. That's when I remember that all I'm wearing are pink footie pajamas and have my hair up in a messy bun. 

"Sorry for my appearance," I say blushing. 

"You look great, I'm Connor by the way," one of them says. I smile and give a little wave. 

"Yes, yes, and that's James and I'm Tristan, your new favorite," he said with a wink making my giggle. 

"No, I'm going to be her favorite!" Connor begs. 

"Step back lads, I'm obviously her favorite!" James added with a straight face. 

"Well, it's super late, or early I guess where you guys are, so how about we chat tomoorow?" Bradley asks as he steps in fron of the laptop. 

"Sounds good, bring your pretty footie pajama lady with you!" Tristan winks. I try to hide my blushing as the boys laugh. 

"Will do, bye." Bradley waves as he hits the end button. "Sorry about them, they can be a but much," Bradley sighs as hecomes and sits on the couch with me. 

"So those are your bandmates?" I ask as my phone goes off. "Holy crap, they already found me on twitter," I smile as I follow them back.  

"They're always on their phones," Bradley explains rolling his eyes. "So, truth or dare?" He ask. 

"I never signed up for this game," I reply with a chuckle. 

"C'mon, truth or dare?" He winks. 

"When did I ever say that I wanted to play this?" I ask as I bring my knees to my chest. 

"Oh my god, you're stubborn, truth or dare?" Bradley repeats. 

"Ugh, fine, um truth," I reply turning towards him. 

"Have you ever kissed someone?" Bradley asks as if it's such a casual question. 

"No," I admit, blushing. "How many girlfriends have you had?" I ask. 

"Um, well I two when I was six, one when I was 13 and then another when I was fifteen." He explains. "Truth or dare?" He asks. 

"Truth," 

"Why haven't you ever had a boyfriend?" He asks making his smirk dissapear. 

"Because I'm a freak? I dont know what boys think of me, for all I know I could be some ugly gorgon with snakes for hair that freezes people when they lay their eyes apon me." I say half-sarcastically.  

"Sorry, you aren't any of those, anyways dare," He states. 

"I dare you to call up James and pretend to be this girl's angry boyfriend, because he got her pregnant," I announce, quite proud of my idea. He blocks his number and soon Tristan picks up. We put it on speaker so that I can hears everything. 

"Uh, hello?" Tristan asks with a confused tone. 

"Is this Tristan Evans?" Brad asks in a angry voice as he winks at me. 

"Erm, yes... who might I be speaking to?"  

"Mark," he answers, keeping his voice firm and angry. 

"Mark who?" 

"Mark... YOU GOT MY GIRLFRiEND PREGNANT!" he shouts into the phone. 

"Um what?" Tristan gasps. Brad mouths for me to freak out in a british accent. 

"Mark, mark, bloody hell, who are you yelling at?" I say holding back my giggles. 

"This idiot who decided it would be a good idea to get my girlfriend pregnant and expect me not to notice!" He shouts. 

"I'm sorry, but I think that you guys need to work this out yourselves, I uh-" 

"Trissie," I interrupt. "You were very drunk, but at least try to remember, I was wearing a bunny costume...." I trail off. Bradley highfives me. When he hangs up we bpth burst out laughing. 

"That was brilliant," Bradley manages through laughter. "I'm gonna go get my pajamas on, do you want to aet up something on the tele?" He asks searching through his bag. I nod and walk over to the cabnet where we stash our dvds. I grab 'the walking dead' and pick a random cd as I pop it into the dvd player. I walk back over to the couch a pull out my phone. Bradley has posted about the prank call tagging Tristan and I. I favorite it as Brad walking out in monkey footie pajamas. As he sits down he snaps a selfie of us and then I see him post it to instagram.  

"Do you like Walking dead?" I ask as I set my phone down on the table.  

"Indeed I do," he answers with what I assume is a cheeky smile. I hit play and we both quiet down, though he scoots closer to me.

As the episode nears its end some a couple of the main characters are walking around. Suddenly a zombie appears, and usually id be prepared for this but no. I scream and jump into Brad's lap, hiding my face in his chest. I hear him snicker but I'm too afraid to lift my head up. 

"It's over now. Quinn?" He asks putting his hands gently on my back. I slowly lift my head to check. The menu is printed on the screen so I first struggle to get up out of his lap but finally make my way to the television where I turn it off. I stare blankly at the ground. 

"You okay Quinn?" Bradley asks standing up. I nod and get into my sleeping bag. Bradley turns off the lights and gets into his next to mine. 10 minutes pass and I just stare at the ceiling. "Quinn, are you still awake?" Bradley asks in a sleepy voice. 

"Yes." I reply turning to the darkness where I know he lies. 

"If anyone comes then I'll fight them off," Bradley says trying not to chuckle. He remove my hand from it's clenched posistion ontop of my sleeping bag and holds it in his. I dont even get this but I feel safer. I close my eyes and soon fall asleep.