Unexpected (The Vamps / Bradley Simpson fanfic)

Chapter 10: We What?

Hannah's POV.

'Get out!" I screamed impatiently at a. Very dumb-founded Brad.
"W-what?" He stuttered back barely below a whisper. This reaction from him shocked me into a state of guilt, causing me to slowly sit up from our previous position and turn to face a hurt. And bewildered. Bradley.
"What did we do last night?" I quizzed the brown haired boy in front of me.
'We'
"We what?" I coaxed him, with a genital squeeze to his arm.
"We-we-we h-had sex" the unexpectedly shy boy facing me, stuttered with shame ones more.
'Shit' I loudly groaned in frustration. 
"How could I? How could we have been so stupid, so fucking stupid!" I cried loudly, tears rapidly streaming down my face.
Instead of me kicking Brad out of my bunk, i ripped the sheet from him, with haste, wrapped it round my small naked body, before taking off into the tiny bathroom at the back of the bus. Ignoring everyone's concerns and questions, I ran into the bathroom, shutting the door manically behind me.
'This was it.' I thought. There was nothing I could do now.
Unwillingly, I let the feeling of pure anxiety intrude and take over my whole body. My breathing began to get increasingly faster, as I felt like  The walls. We're closing in on me and there was no way to get out. I couldn't even if I tried. I was a helpless guilt ridden and fucked  up mess.

Brad's POV.

WHY? Why did this have to happen. I didn't plan it like this. I didn't want it to happen in this forced and careless manor. I love her and she. Deserves better than a cheep fuck after an extremely heated argument.
I guess, some would say it was magical, but not me and certainly not Hannah. I didn't have her before, and I've lost her completely now. That minuscule fragment of respect that she may have carried for me in that moment is utterly gone. It was all my fault.
The way I had treated her before wasn't right at all, and I though, just for a single slight second, that I might have been able to turn things around. I didn't want her all to myself straight away, I knew that wouldn't have happened, but I wanted her to at least think I was a decent person.
Part of me wants to scream and shout and tell her how much she means to me, but what good would that do?

Slowly, I turn my head to face, what I thought was Hannah, in order to apologise, however, she had left, taking the duvet with her, which would explain my recent blast of coldness.
Swiftly, I removed myself from the no longer comfy bed, not caring that I had no clothes on apart from my boxers, and ran straight to the Main part of the bunk.
As I had first exempted, everyone, including a glaring Charli and Connor had turn their full attention towards me.
Tristan instantly shot me a knowing glare, as he had noticed I was standing in only my back to front boxers, covering my dignity. 
"Where's Hannah?" I question more frantically than I expect to be.
Charli stood up,as she unknowingly searched for her best friend.
'Bathroom' an amused Connor chuckled lightly, mainly at the state I was in.
Instantly, Charli sent Connor a warning glare, before charging towards the bathroom.

Charli's POV.

"Han!" I knocked lightly onto the bathroom door, with a hint of worry.
No answer.
"Hannah!" I spoke ones more in a concerned tone. I waited for the usual Witty  or sarcastic comment to come from the other side, of the door, but when I heard nothing once again, I began to panic.
"Can you open the door? Han?" I softly attempted to question once more, through my knowing thoughts.
I wanted my instinct to be wrong. But who am I kidding, I've known Hannah for a good while now and I knew exactly what was going on.
I closely bent down, in order to try and get a look at what she was doing.
'Of corse ' I mumbled lightly, tears pricking my eyes, at the familiar sight of my best friend's small frame wrapped in sheets, curled onto the floor.
"I-I-I c-can't breath." Hannah breathlessly puffed out tearfully.
"I know love, I know." I whispered back.
"Is the door unlocked?" I softly quizzed.
"Yes." My usually cheerful best friend mumble back through small gasps.
Carefully and quietly, I stood up from my crouched manor and slowly opened the door, in order to reveal an extremely emotionally torn Hannah, a massive contrast to her usual self.
I sat down beside her, as I took her into my arms, with a soft touch. We sat there in completely silence, with only our thoughts, our tears, and the frequent gasp of breath let out from hannah.
After about 20 minutes of sitting in the same spot, a relatively calm Hannah began to sit up. Without a single word having to be said, I took the hair tie, that was placed around Hannah's small wrist,  before gathering her unruly blonde hair into a messy bun, just the way she liked it.
"Thank you"  she spoke weakly, her soft and light English accent still Prominent.
"It's okey." I reply quietly with a short giggle.
A small smile edged it's onto her flawless features. However, it was soon replaced with more tears, when am extremely confused Brad made his way into the room.
"There you are!" He spoke relieved, aiming it at the yet again distraught girl, who had now buried her face into my side.
Hurt replaced Brad's happy expression as Hannah attempted to shoo the curly haired boy away.
"Get out!" My best friend retorted at Brad.
"Why? Tell me that huh? Why should I leave you alone? I mean it's not like we fucked or anything last night!" Brad snapped back in utter anger.
Hannah  yet again began to cry, as i held her tightly, with a gob smacked expression plastered onto my face.
By now, everyone, including my brother had began to take notice of the scene unfolding. 
"Just go!" I shouted at Bradley, as he was dragged away by a less than impressed James.
Ebony had made the rest of the boys and The Tide leave to their respective busses, leaving just us four  girls.

Now time to deal with my broken best friend.