Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

TWELVE

**1 week later**

~*Becky's POV*~

" I'm going to miss you..." I tell Brad, trying to fight back the tears that are threatening to leave my eyes.

" We're only going for a week. We'll be back home before you know it, baby." Brad smiles reassuringly at me, but I can see he's struggling to keep back the tears.

The boys are going to LA for the week to film the music video for their new single. I was only told yesterday and it is still a shock to both Sammy and I. We're both still coming to terms with the boys leaving for a week.

I give Brad a half-hearted smile before walking over to Tristan, but I end up running into his arms. He scoops me up and holds me close as I sob onto his shoulder. Over the past week, Tris has become the like big brother I never had, constantly looking out for me and making sure I'm as happy as possible.

He sets me down on my feet before kissing my cheek. " Promise you'll Skype me as often as you can?" I choke.

" Of course we will." Tris smiles down at me. He pulls me in for another hug, wrapping his long arms around my shoulders and dragging him into his chest.

I say goodbye to Connor, James, Joe and Dean before walking back over to Brad. Once I reach him, he grabs my waist and pushes his lips to mine. We kiss for a while before I pull away and hug him tight.

" Come'on, Brad. We gotta go." Dean comfortingly tells Brad. He hold me tighter and I swear I hear a small sob escape from his lips.

I reluctantly pull away from Brads tight grasp to look him in the eyes. " I'll see you later." He whispers.

" See you soon." I tell him, tears steaming down my face. Brad kisses away as many of my tears as he can before turning and walking away.

I stand there with Sammy as we watch our boys walk away. I take her hand, linking our fingers together. No one looks back, but I don't blame them. I don't think I'd let Brad leave if I saw his face again. We stand there till we can no longer see them.

Sammy and I both turn around at the exact same time and leave the airport. We climb into the taxi outside that we had arrived in no more than an hour ago.

The taxi driver drops Sammy off outside her house little more than 30 minutes after leaving the airport.

Less than 10 minuets later, the taxi pulls up outside my house. I thank and pay the drive the other half of the fair. I pull my weekender bag out of the boot and sling my ruck sack into my back, slipping my old skateboard, which mum had packed and brought to the hotel for me on the first day I stayed with the boys, through the back of the rucksack and the new penny board I bought when we went to Carnaby Street last week, tucked under my left arm.

I walk slowly up the long stone drive that leads to my house, enjoying the comforting feeling of being home again. I find and pull the door key out of the left plant pot and open the door, replacing the key once I had finished using it.

I walk from one side of the house to the other, to my room. I carelessly dump my stuff in a heap on my bed, before walking back through to the kitchen to hear the distinctive bark of my dog. I let Kai, my 2 year old Golden Retriever, out of the utility room and into the kitchen.

He bounds around my feet jumping up, barking and whining at me. I kneel down and he pushes me over onto my back and jumps onto my belly, making me laugh.

" I missed you too, buddy!" I tell him as he licks my face. " OK, OK! Kai, off!"

Kai jumps off of my stomach and sits down next to me. He cocks his head to the side and stares at me till I sit up. I smile at him and he licks his lips.