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

39. Wrong

KATE'S POV

I slowly opened the door of the hospital room. I saw Brad lying there in the hospital bed and Lauren was sitting at the edge of the bed, talking to him. Brad smiled as Lauren threw a funny joke... or not.

"Oh, hey Kate." Brad greeted me as if he realized my presence.

"Hi baby." I wanted to say. But instead, I went on with a little hello. They watched me as I took my bag from the couch.

"You're leaving?" Lauren asked.

"Yeah, I'm invited to a small party..." In hell, may I add. "So, I have to go for a while."

"Okay." She smiled softly.

"Bye Kate." Brad said.

"Bye." I gave him a small smile and went out of the hospital room.

I texted Will.

Wait for me.

We were planning to go out for dinner tonight, in a friendly way. But he doesn't know that I have different plans in mind.

Time check, 4:26 pm.

After almost half an hour, I went straight to Will's doorstep. He greeted me with a warm hug.

"Hi." I spoke to his chest.

"How are you?" He pulled away softly.

"Nothing good." I smirked at my own self. Will knows how I felt about everything since last week. Yes, another week had passed and I let Brad have his happiness. Will has been my comfort everyday. It's not like, I'm dating him or something but we keep each other company. I'm not using him for revenge against Brad and Lauren because I know Brad doesn't feel anything about Will and I. To top it all, I know Brad doesn't feel anything for me right now.

Connor is always with Jessica. I cannot bother their quality time together, you know. Yet they always remind me to call them whenever I feel something wrong.

And. It feels like I should call them all the time.

Why? Because everything is wrong.

Tristan? He's okay. James? He's fine too. We talk, yeah, but I don't open that much to the boys. Even to Jessica, my very own bestfriend. I just find Will's company better in this situation. Not that I'm saying that I don't like my friends anymore, it's just... I just find Will's company a lot better than anyone else just this time. Okay, you should have understand me now.

"Come on, let's just eat. I'm starving." He said and put his arms around me. We walked out of his house and hopped into his car. We drove to New York, and we ate on this new private restaurant slash bar. New York always have something new, that's what I like about here.

"What do you want?" Will asked.

"Mm..." I looked through the menu. "I'll have a bowl of white spaghetti and... two glasses of Marco X." Marco X is just another new thing. It's a beer, and it's strong. People said you only need two to three shot glass and you're out.

"Marco X? That's bad for you." Will argued. "And we never talked about drinking tonight."

"Nah. I can handle it." I shrugged.