Ain't Just A Normal Fan || A Bradley Simpson FanFic

13: Stay Out Late

FLASHING lights. Mad people. Woods. Storms. Running. Brad and I.

Suddenly, I felt uneasiness. I opened my eyes and brought myself back to life. What a nightmare.

I felt a hand wrapping around my arm. I nearly jump out of bed.

"Are you okay?" I heard an angelic voice.

"Yeah, I'm– I'm fine." I lied. "How long was I out?"

"Three hours." He said. Geez.

"Sh*t, I'm sorry if I slept on you. I'm–" I tried to say.

"It's okay. I actually fell into a small nap too, I just got up fifteen minutes ago." He told me. I breathed heavily.

I glanced at the wall clock. It's already 6:28 pm.

"Shall we get dinner somewhere?" Brad asked with a nervous smile.

I felt blushing. Is he asking me out? "Sure. I'll just change."

"Okay." He smiled widely and I quickly changed in the bathroom. When I got out of the bathroom dressed, Brad was putting on his shirt. A new one. Where did he got that?

"You brought clothes?" I asked him. He turned to me.

"I have a suitcase on my car." He told me. "In case of... you know." He winked.

What's that? "I don't know."

He chuckled. "You ready?"

"Just a minute." I told him and sat on my mirror table. I put on foundation, eyebrow pencil, and my favorite lipgloss.

He was playing with his phone while I was doing my make up. I stood and he got up from sitting on my bed.

We walked down the stairs and hopped inside his car.

"Where are we heading?" I asked.

"Just around here." He smiled. I nodded.

I took my photo and snapped a picture of the road as the car started running.

'On the road.'

I uploaded it on Instagram.

As the car stopped, I realized we got into this private restaurant... in New York?

"Why are we here in New York?" I asked him. Media's are all around here.

"I just feel like it. Come on, my treat." He smiled and we walked towards the restaurant. I can see people staring at us.

I can see business personnels having their meeting with some clients. I also spotted Gigi Hadid with Zayn Malik.

I don't wanna go fangirling all over them so I just waved when Gigi caught my eye and pointed at me. Zayn looked at me too so I smiled and mouthed 'hi'.

Brad was on his phone, texting someone. I wonder who that is.

Brad pulled a chair for me. I sat down and said, "thank you."

"Your welcome." He smiled and took his own seat. We took the menu placed above the table and read it.

"I would have beef steak tonight." I told him as I saw beef steak on the first page. "Then a glass of wine."