Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

NINETEEN

~*Becky's POV*~

" What do you fancy doing today?" I ask Brad as I roll out of bed. I pull some clean underwear out of my bed side table drawer and pull them on, along with my pyjama bottoms.

" Umm..... I dunno..." Brad grumbles in his gravily morning voice, as he scratches his chest and flops his arm over his forehead.

" Well, I could text Sammy to see if her and Connor are around?" I suggest as I pull on a clean bra, pulling with my Tommy Hilfiger sports bra over the top.

" Sounds good." Brad yawns as he turns over on to his stomach and faces away from me, groaning as he does so.

I smile and chuckle at his actions. I lean over the bed to kiss Brad on his shoulder blade gently, also pushing his chocolate curls off of his slightly warm and sweaty forehead before heading to the bathroom.

Once inside, I lock myself in and sigh contently. I go to the toilet and notice I'm actually quite sore 'downstairs'. I guess yesterday afternoons antics are dawning on me. There is also a little bit of blood when I wipe, so I put a pantie liner in my knickers just in case there's more to come. Not that I regret it in anyway. Not at all! Even if I will be walking around like I've shit my pants all day. It was definitely worth it.

I wash my hands and leave the bathroom to find Brad snoring lightly away in bed, in the exact same position I left him in. I get dressed in a pair of dark grey ripped jeans and a plain white jersey tee, finishing off my outfit with a pair of white fluffy bed socks, for I know I won't be needing to leave the house today. And they're very comfortable.

I watch Brad for a moment or two, just taking in his appearance and smiling softly at the sight. His full lips slightly parted and his eyebrows ever so slightly furrowed, as if he were deep in thought. I lay down next to him, my elbow propping my body up to look down upon his. I examine the curve of his nose and his flawless complexion. And as I watch him, I can't help but question how I go so lucky.

My peace and tranquility is interrupted by my rude, mannerless mother bursting her way into my room. " Ever heard of knocking?" I snap. " It's quite common nowadays." I tell her sarcastically, standing from my laying position on the bed and once again, pushing the curls off Brads sweaty forehead.

She props herself up in the now open door way, arms crossed over her chest and evidence of a small smirk on her face. " Good morning to you, too, darling." She grins.

I don't answer her. I just awkwardly walk over to the window and pull the curtains open with a jolt.

" Rebecca, are you OK? You're walking like your pants are 5 sizes too small." My mum laughs, doubling over slightly and clutching her stomach.

" Mum, shut up; you'll wake Bradley," I sit down on the edge of my bed as Brad groans and shifts his position slightly. " And I'm fine. I'm not walking any different than usual." I tell her, matter of factly as I scroll through my Instagram newsfeed.

" Well, it's nice to see Bradley is enjoying his last full day here with you for how ever long." She chuckles, resuming her previous position against the door frame.

Why is she being such a bitch this morning?! " Mum, what did you even come in here for?" I ask her with a stern glare.

" Well, I came in to say 'good morning' and ask what you both wanted for breakfast, but I didn't quite get the welcome I anticipated." She smiles softly at me and I can't help but feel guilty.

I make my way over to her, rather slowly, and wrap my arms around her neck, kissing her cheek and whispering an apology in her ear as she holds me tightly.