Life is not a fairytale (Brad Simpson/ The Vamps) SEQUEL

Two

Isabella

Pronouncing I was ready after I added the final touches to my make up, I made my way downstairs to where Brad stood in his usual attire. I mentally rolled my eyes even though I definitely was not surprised.

'Good evening m'lady ,' Brad greeted me in the funniest posh voice he could do before embracing me in a hug, picking me up and spinning my around until he was so dizzy, he was tripping over his own feet.

'Hi,' I replied, kissing him as soon as he set me down on my feet.

'You look absolutely smashing this evening,' he said in his posh voice again before twirling his index finger, indicating for me to twirl around for him. I obeyed and twirled on one foot, causing my balance and poor coordination to be put to the test. I thought that at least Brad would catch me, but instead I fell straight on my bum which sent Brad into hysterics. I stayed sat down and pouted as I crossed my arms across my chest indicating that I was not impressed. 'Here,' Brad held his hand out to me to help me up. I grabbed hold of his hand and instead of helping myself up, I tugged on his hand causing him to fall on top of me, setting us both off laughing.

'Gerroff me,' I mumbled due to the fact Brad's chest was covering my mouth. Instead of getting off of me, Brad straddled me and left a trail of kisses from my ear to my neck, whilst repeating between kisses how beautiful I looked. I felt absolutely intoxicated by Brad and his lips that I totally forgot that we were in the hall landing until a fake cough sounded. Brad then got off of me and helped me up before facing James who was holding Sarah's hand.

I was pretty sure I was blushing like mad but Brad didn't seem phased at all. 'We're going to go now,' Brad announced, clasping my hand in his and walking towards the door.

'Bye!' I shouted to James and Sarah before the door closed. We made our way to the car, Brad swinging our arms so much that I was pretty sure my shoulder was about dislocate.

When we arrived at the small restaurant I instantly fell in love with the place. It had a warm and cosy atmosphere, making me feel welcome. The décor was simple yet you could tell how every small detail had been well thought out. It was a beautiful place that not a lot of people had heard of as the restaurant was next to empty.

'Madame,' Brad said in a posh voice again whilst pulling my chair out, gesturing for me to sit down.

'Thank you, kind sir,' I giggled, trying to play along with being posh, but my accent was terrible, causing Brad to laugh loudly, which in turn made the very few people in the restaurant turn to stare at us, but we kept our focus on each other.

Brad held my right hand on the table, rhythmically stoking his thumb over my knuckles, our voices low as we talked about anything and everything until the waitress came over. Brad kept the calming pace as the woman tried flirting with him. I rolled my eyes, getting annoyed at the fact she can't take a hint and leave us alone, so I placed my left hand on top of Brad's hand that was placed over mine so she could notice the engagement ring that sparkled in the dim light. Her face dropped as soon as she saw it and went to give our orders to the chef causing Brad to chuckle slightly.

'We should start planning, you know.' Brad said, confusing me. Plan what out? 'The wedding?' He answered my unasked question, bringing his other hand to slightly trace over the small diamond on the ring.

'Summer. I want our wedding in the summer,' I told Brad, instantly hoping I didn't sound controlling and bitchy. 'If you want to as well, that is.' I added to try and make me sound not so demanding.

'I want whatever you want.' He told me, bringing my ring hand up to his lips before softly kissing along my knuckles.

'It's our wedding, I want both of us to be happy with it.' I said to Brad, wanting him to know how much I wanted us both to be completely happy with our wedding.

'Whatever makes you happy, makes me happy.' He replied, making me giggle because of the cheesiness.

'You make me happy.' I truthfully told him, well aware it was just as cliché as what Brad said. Then the moment was completely ruined by the waitress bringing our food, putting her focus solely on Brad. I noticed that her top was pulled down even more to show more cleavage, but Brad wasn't taking any notice of her; as if she couldn't take the hint the first time around anyway.

After we finished eating our food, we were about to leave but something caught my eye...but not just a something, a someone. The same man from yesterday. I felt paralysed to my seat as Brad stood up, but quickly sat back down again once he noticed how tense I was.

'Hey, what's up?' Brad asked softly, causing my eyes to direct themselves away from the man who was staring back at me.

I shook my head, not wanting to tell him whilst the man was in the same room. What was I going to say anyway? What's wrong is the fact this man turns up wherever I go, meaning I'm going to be constantly paranoid because I'm being stalked. 'I'll tell you later,' I told him, 'In private.' I added, wanting him to know that it's not something I want to talk about in a quiet restaurant.

'Okay. Are you ready?' He asked, standing up after I nodded, me following his actions. He took my hand in his, gently squeezing my hand; the gesture was so reassuring that I instantly felt better. His touch reminded me that he will always be by my side and momentarily I forgot about the man sitting on the opposite side of the restaurant.

Brad let go of my hand as he was nearing the cash register, so I kind of just stood back whilst Brad payed for our date, which made me feel a little bit guilty as I didn't bring any money with me.

As I stood behind, patiently waiting for Brad to finish paying, I felt a hand grip my lower arm which instantly caused my heart rate to speed up. I didn't want to look up in case I saw the very same man that was oddly familiar yet a complete stranger and stalker, but I had to. Maybe if he was close up I would be able to tell where I felt I knew him from? My suspicions were confirmed on who it was when I looked up to be met with a pair of dark brown, almost black eyes staring intently at me, like he was when were were at completely different ends of the room. Even up close I couldn't tell where I've noticed him from and it was really starting to bug me.

Not only did my heart rate increase when I saw who it was, but my heart was banging against my rib cage as the man leant in towards my ear, bringing his other hand up to my face to tuck my hair behind.

So most of you think it's Isabella's dad? What if I reminded you that her dad died when she was younger? Now who do you think it is? (Unless you still think it's her dad).

Thank you to everyone who has read Can We Dance as the amount of reads and votes it has got is absolutely ridiculous, and I can only thank all of my amazing readers!

I don't know how often updates will be because I have exams starting in a few weeks :(.

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