Can't Have It

Chapter 14

Everything is still in boxes, it's a *bloody* mess ( A/N I'm sorry, I feel a bit awkward saying bloody cause I'm not British 😂 )

"Sorry about the mess by the way, there should be a house keeper stopping by later to unpack or something Brad says casually.

"I don't mind "

I follow Brad to the elevator that takes us up to the second story. There is stairs, but at the moment they're a bit hard to get too. We step out and Brad walks me to his bedroom. I mean I assume it is, and by the looks of it, it's the only fully unpacked room in the house.

"So you got busy" I laugh.

"I didn't want a cleaner unpacking my personal things, that seemed a bit odd for me"

" that makes sense" I simply reply.

The room gives off a very distinct vibe that I just can't put my tongue on. When you walk in, the king size bed is evenly placed in the middle of the wall on your right. Next to his bed is a small walk in closet, open at the moment. I can see a full length mirror and mostly black clothing from where I stand. In the place of a nightstand is a guitar and a poster that simply has a "v" for Vamps I assume. It's all very plain, everything under a grey, white color theme. The only thing that looks out of place is a small picture hung up by his bed of four boys all smiling.

"It's not much but ..."

"I like the simplicity of it, although my opinion isn't credited at the status of an interior designer so..." He just laughs at me.

"You want to see my favorite part? "

"Okay"

Brad walks over to the window above his bed that's about as long as my two arms stretched out, and as wide as the length of my leg. He pulls to the side the closed curtains, and instead of seeing the ocean view that his room offers, there's a picture that covers the entire window, leaving no gaps that show sign of Newport Beach. The picture is a simple neighborhood, and across the street there are the same white houses that go on forever under the gloomy sky.

"This was my view in England. I miss it. England I mean, not the view. It's just to remind me of who I really am... Sorry I probably sound so stupid right now" he says shutting the curtains.

"No, you sound like a human being. I couldn't imagine living anywhere else. It's where you grew up, it's all you know."

"Yea but it's so much more then that..."

"Brad" he turns to look at me. "What about your band? Is that what you left in England? Is that why you hate it here?"

"I don't hate it here but I feel like I let the boys down you know? We finish album number one, we're bloody famous, paps following us around, fans chasing after us, interviews and talk shows and ... And I left."

"It's not your fault."

"Well I didn't say I blame myself. No, I know who's bloody fault it is."

"I'm sorry... "

"We were all set to go on tour, Taylor Swift asked us if we could join her to do a few shows in London."

"I think you should do it."

"Do what?"

"Do the shows of course!"

" I can't miss school, I blame it on the public school system in America, for making high school four years. I could've passed on college and done the tour if I was in England"

"Well what are the dates?"

"December 31st to January 3rd I believe, it's three shows"

"So then I don't understand what the problem is?"

"The problem is that's past the midterm"

"Oh Bradley" I say smiling.

"What?"

"You see in America, we have this thing called winter break. It's three weeks. December 20 till January 12th I believe? "

"You're joking?"

"Blame it on America's public school system" I say raising my hands up.

"I've got to call the boys I can take a flight out to London and... Thank you so much."

"You're very welcome."