"I'm free. Free as a bird. No one can trap me. Watch me fly," I laughed with The Tide as we messed around in the parking lot. The Vamps boys all laughing at us until Brad came and trapped me. "I'm trapped, help. Let the bird fly."
"No this bird can't fly anymore."
"Mom Bradley won't let me fly. Tell him to let me fly."
~On the bus~
I was sat on the floor with my black acoustic guitar and lyric book, just staring at them. I need lyrics and notes.
"Babe what are you doing?" Brad asked walking in. It was nearly 3am and I was the only awake.
"Writing my debut album, what are you doing?"
"Food, why at this time?"
"I have a writing session sometime soon and I need lyrics and I couldn't sleep so I thought rather than staring at the top of my bunk I thought I'd be productive for once."
"Can I help?"
"If you want, but you look tired so sleep."
"No I want to help," he sat down right behind me and whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine.
"Okay, I love you."
"I love you too."
"Now let's get some shit down so I can pretend I'm productive," Brad laughed. We got a lot of lyrics written down but then everyone was waking up and we were at the next hotel and I hadn't slept.
"All nighter?" Tristan mumbled as he walked in.
"No, since 3am. But yeah for Belle."
"Not surprizing," Tris mumbled.
"What?" Brad said.
"Belle barely ever sleeps."
"Is that true?"
"Yeah, it's funny."
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Coming Home
FanfictionBrad Simpson of The Vamps is in a dedicated relationship with an up and coming singer, and when his band is going on tour he invites his girlfriend on tour with him as one of the support acts. Will the tour injure their relationship? Or will the tou...
