Let Her Go - A Bradley Simpson fanfic

Lots of Presents!

.....................Izzy's POV..................

After I had a quick glass of water, I headed to Brad's room to get some sleep. I'm so tired. I found him already in bed, his arms open ready for me to get in. I climbed in and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, and resting his head on mine. After what felt like hours, he spoke.

"Iz, I know you're still awake" Brad whispered.

"I like that" I whispered back with a little smile. I looked up at him, and he had a confused loom on his face. So I continued; "I like how you call me 'Iz', no one else does. And I like that you remembered, like, everything about me"

I felt his arms tighten around me. "Of course I remembered everything about you! What kind of best friend/boyfriend would I be if I forgot?" He asked with a little laugh.

We sat in silence for a while, until I broke it.

"Brad, did you ever try to move on?" I asked quietly.

His arms loosened from around me, and one of his hands pushed my chin up so I could look him in the eye.

"No, I didn't. I couldn't. Didn't you say earlier that you believe we're meant to be together? Well I believe that too" he answered softly.

I nodded and smiled. That's all I needed to hear. I snuggled back into him and fell asleep almost immediately.

*****The Next Morning*****

I woke up in a room that I don't recognise. Then I remembered the events of last night, and a smile formed on my face. I rolled over, expecting Brad to be there, but instead found an empty space. I got up and made my way to the kitchen.

I heard Brad singing, and listened to the lyrics. It was Wild Heart. I decided to sing along.

"...I know it's late, I know it's cold,

So come right here I swear I'll never let you go,

The way you move is wonderful,

Let's do it now, one day we'll both be old,

Oh woah oh..."

He turned around as soon as he heard me singing and made his way over to me, his smile getting bigger and bigger the whole time.

"Ahhh, so you have heard the band sing before then! That's one of our original songs" he said proudly.

I felt like crying. Did he not realise that we wrote that song, together.

"Iz, I'm kidding! No, please don't cry! I'm sorry" he pulled me into a hug.

I laughed and hit him, whilst wiping my eyes.

"Brad! That wasn't funny!" I yelled while trying not to laugh, causing Brad to burst out laughing.

"Where are the boys?" I asked.

"Gone out for a bit" he answered, with his back still turned.

He turned back to what he was doing and continued. Like, 2 minutes later he turned back around with two plates of our favourite food: Oreos, Jaffa Cakes, Galaxy, crisps and just general junk like that, and yelled; "HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZ!!!"

We used to have this exact thing everything year for breakfast on our birthday. It was a tradition.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRADLEY!! The tradition continues!" I yelled before digging in.

We must have finished them in like 2 seconds, and now we were each sat on the floor, in the lounge opposite each other, and we both had a box with us. The box next to me was Brad's birthday present, and vice versa. I pushed his present over to him and he opened it. He then pulled out 3 boxes from inside the big box.