The One - Bradley Simpson Fanfiction

Chapter 9 - He Loves You

A few days later, everything was back to normal. I had visited my family and repacked my suitcase at home, after leaving Brad's house. I met his family the day I stayed over, who were so genuine and sweet. Brad's mum convinced we were together but I managed to explain the situation as of how I knew it. Or... or maybe I lied?

I told her that we were just friends and we couldn't ever be together for reasons that the fans might hate us for. She agreed and dropped the accusations after a while.

Early Sunday morning, we headed back onto the road and to the next venue. We had arranged to go out with Little Mix for the following Saturday, before the tour finished on the Sunday. 

Con tweeted about how excited he was to see everyone before tweeting one very special tweet.

"@TheVampsCon: We didn't know how to say this, but I'm very happy to say I'm dating the most gorgeous girl in the industry @CharlWavelength."

They had finally had the guts to tell people they were dating and I couldn't have been happier for them.

"@CharlWavelength: Thank you for all the lovely tweets, we're so happy! xxxxx"

As the tour flew by, Friday approached us. I hadn't properly spoken to Brad since I had left his house the week before. I spent most of my time with Parisa, James and Tristan.

I still could remember that phone call from Tristan, but thought it was best to stay quiet about it,

"I'm so excited to go tomorrow. I can't wait to have a drink or two!" Parisa said. I smiled at Tristan. We all knew it'd be more than 'a drink or two' for Parisa. However, nothing could prepare me for what was to come.

Soon it was Saturday night and the twelve of us spent most of the time in our hotel rooms getting ready for the night ahead. The boys were pretty much ready and so headed out to see some of the sights, whilst the eight girls carried on getting ready. We all headed to Little Mix's penthouse whilst their make - up artists, hairdressers, spa therapists and nail experts came to sort us all out. It felt amazing to be pampered so much like this.

Perrie, Leigh - Anne and Jade had their hair strengthened whilst Jesy had hers put in a high bun. Charl and I had ours straightened and curled at the ends, which took a while with me because my hair was so long. Leigh and Parisa had theirs crimped which actually looked more amazing than it sounded. Next, we all had our make - up done to different aspects, as we had our nails done as the same time. I opted for a quite simple and natural look, with foundation, mascara and a touch of blusher and eye shadow. Most of the other girls has a more visible look for the night out, to say the least. Finally, we had our outfits chosen. I was given a long, pale blue number which was strapless and clinched in at the waist. I was slightly uncomfortable to wear such a dress but from the moment Brad saw me, he told me otherwise.

"You look beautiful," he said, walking into our room and picking up my nude high heels for me.

"Thank you," I said, kissing him softly. No one was around to see it. Looking back, I wish they had of been because the night ahead was a little too dramatic for me to take in.

We all arrived at the venue in different taxis in partners and so I travelled with James. Con went with Charl, Leigh went with Jesy, Leigh - Anne went with Perrie and Parisa went with Jade. Brad however, went with Tristan. Once we had arrived, I regretted not taking the opportunity of sitting with Tristan because it look liked Brad and Tristan had had another spat on the way here. What was going on with them two?

Hours went by and many of the girls partied hard. I sat with one drink for most of the night, with Brad's arm around my waist. Every so often, he kiss my on the cheek or the forehead, and Tris on the other side of the table would slip him dirty looks. He got up and went over to Parisa after a while, whilst Brad turned to me and smiled. He took my hand and pulled me up from the sofa we were on and into a dark room, away from everyone else.

"What are we doing?" I giggled his arm placed tightly around my waist. 

He moved the position of his arms so they were now tightly wrapped around my shoulders, with mine clinging to his hard muscular chest, and my head on his shoulder. Basking in each other’s ambiance, creating each other’s warmth. He looked down at me, his eyes dulled by the darkness of the room. He gave me that quirky smile, that one he knew that I had loved from a long time ago; it gave me the feeling as if he knew something that I didn’t. Caressing my supple cheek, he lifted my chin; their noses almost touching. I could feel the warmth of his breath brushing the top of my lip. I stared back into his hardened brown eyes and slowly, he started to kiss me sending memories of the day we met into my mind.

Around half an hour later, we returned back to the rest of the gang to see Parisa was more than 'wasted'. Then, I caught her eye, and she came stumbling over to me and Brad, who had walked in hand-in-hand. 

"Oh here they are," she said, fumbling for words. We look at each other in confusion of what Parisa meant. "Here is the man who I gave a second chance to. The man who cheated on me, not once, but twice. The man who I loved and gave everything to. The man who Jenny so stupidly has fallen for. I warned you, Jenny. Now you're trapped. I wonder how many other girls he has been seeing behind your back?" 

I dropped Brad's hand and looked around. Everyone in the bar was now looking at us. I was so hurt and embarrassed. I couldn't even bare to look at Brad because I knew how hurt Parisa has been after this "mysterious" break-up she had had weeks before starting the band. Everything in the moment felt broken and ruined. I didn't even want the record deal anymore. I didn't want Brad. I didn't want anything but to be alone. How could Brad have cheated twice? Had he cheated on me? Was I not the girl he really loved, and just someone he came to when he felt alone?

I had felt so different with Brad. A good different. I didn't feel alone anymore. I felt wanted. And now, now that feeling had gone. 

"I-I-I-I can ex-plain-" Brad started to say but I didn't care.

I dropped my drink, sending glass smashing everywhere, and cutting my leg. I did my bestto run away, to get the nearest taxi, just to get away from everyone.

"Parisa, what was that for? Look, I know I said I cheated but I lied. I lied so you wouldn't get as hurt if I told you the truth. You're so drunk. You've just made me lose everything. You've made me lose my world. I know what I did was wrong, but what I was going through at the time was worse. Now I've lost everything." Brad slowly placed his drink on the table, before walking out of the bar alone. 

I waited outside for two minutes until a taxi pulled up. As I went to get in, I felt someone grab my wrist from behind.

It was Tristan.

"Mind if I join you?" he said. He looked at my, sympathising, as he noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks. We both got in the back of the taxi and he placed my head below his shoulder, just above his chest.

He stroked my hair for a while, having nothing to say. I sat questioning everything in my head. Then, finally, Tris spoke.

"I like you, Jenny. I have since we first met."

I looked up at him and he smiled, pushing his perfectly- styled hair back.

"We're both drunk, Tristan."

"I know, but it's true. I love you, I really do."

I kissed him harshly, while he stayed frozen in my grasp. I wanted it to be real, but he just couldn't join in the fantasy. He wrapped both arms around me whilst all I could think of were the bitter memories. I was so hurt, I didn't know what I was doing.

"This is why we've been arguing: me and Brad. We both like you, Jenny, for who you are. As angry as I am with Brad, I know he didn't cheat on Parisa. Don't hate him for what he did. He's like a brother to me and I never thought anything like this would happen," he said as I leaned away from Tris, in confusion once more. "He loves you, Jenny. He really does. And I know you love him too, so I'll accept it and move on because all I'd want is for you to be happy," he said. "It crushed me from the start, and it still hurts now, but I know you want him. He really loves you."