burn || bws

chapter twenty two || "just a warning"

I stared into my mirror for the millionth time, wondering if I looked okay. I had never been this bothered about how I looked on a date, usually just throwing on something and walking out the door, not bothered what they thought of me what so ever because I didn't really feel anything towards them. It was early in the morning, six o'fucking'clock, and I was told to just be casual as we would be travelling and stuck in a car for about three hours. The only other thing I was told was to have my car, of course I would be driving.

I cared what Bradley thought of me, oddly. Usually I wouldn't give a fuck if anyone told me I looked like shit; it wasn't my problem I didn't have to look at myself. I had put makeup on, which I never usually wear unless I was on a shoot. Granted, it was only mascara, lipstick and I had filled my eyebrows in slightly but I still rarely wore makeup unless I felt the urge to do it one day. Makeup to me was fun and I didn't want to make it a chore. My outfit was pretty basic too, black ripped jeans and a nude coloured top I had tied a knot in at the bottom.

It was pretty warm today meaning I was probably going to be sweating if we were going to be in the car for a few hours. I grabbed my keys and phone before leaving my house and driving to Bradley's hotel to pick him up. I text him to tell him I was here and moments later he was stepping into my car, leaning over and kissing my cheek.

"Morning." He smiles and I grumble in response, I was shattered; I was up at five.

"If you were anyone else you would have been told to go fuck yourself for trying to get me up and ready this early." I tell him, pulling away and beginning to drive following his directions. "Actually you know what, go fuck yourself."

He simply chuckles and continues to direct me on where to go with small talk filling the silences as well as the quite hum of the radio.

"Why are you in Newcastle?" I ask.

"I heard there was this beautiful girl and I just had to see her for myself."

"Fuck all the way off." I scrunch my nose up yet I still wanted to smile at the cringey yet adorable comment.

"It has some good opportunities; it's also my home town." He answers properly this time.

"Okay so where is your home?" I question, why wasn't he staying at home then?

"In Birmingham." He simply answers and my eyes instantly snap to look at him.

"I swear to god if I am driving to Birmingham to meet your parents I will cry." I glared at him.

"Start crying then because that's exactly what we are doing."

Three and a half hours later we were parked outside of his house and I was on the verge of a break down. I was just staring at his house, my breathing uneven and my heart rate was increasing each and every second as Bradley tried to force me out of the car.

"This isn't a date, this is torture." I tell him, pointing a finger of accusation at him. "I'm getting you done for kidnapping."

"You drove here yourself." He rolls his eyes, grabbing my hand and attempting to pull me out of the driver's side of the car but I had a monster grip on the steering wheel.

I wasn't ready to meet his parents, what do I even say to them? What even am I to Bradley, I don't have anything to tell them.

"Adore, they're going to love you. I'm taking you out for a tour of the city later on, that's our date."

"Oh you really shouldn't have." I sarcastically say. "Bradley, you could have taken me on a tour around fucking sainsbury's, as long as it's with you it'll be the best date ever and even then I wouldn't have to meet your parents."