you're cute ➳ brent rivera + brad simpson

CHAPTER 20

"I'm sorry." Brad said leaning over me. I moved out of his way and grabbed the cereal from on top of the fridge. I poured it into my favourite 1D bowl and saw Brad take the Nido and the sugar out of the cupboard before handing it to me.

"Why won't you talk to me?" he questioned. I added water to my cereal and walked towards the living room, ignoring his question. Brad has been apologising since yesterday through texts, calls and real conversations.

Brad frowned and sat on the chair across me forcing me to look at him. He stared into my eyes with a sad look on his face but I remained with a straight one.

"Tallulah please." He begged fiddling with his hands. I shrugged before returning into the kitchen with my plate. My sleeves rolled up and I began washing my bowl. Arms wrapped around my waist and lips were planted on my neck. It felt good.

"Just because you won't talk to me doesn't mean I'll stop showing you how much I love you." His breath was hot on my skin and goosebumps formed. He continued to kiss me and each time it made my heart melt. I couldn't let him know that though.

"Mmmm." I moaned and Brad smiled.

"Do you forgive me?" He whispered into my ear. I shrugged before tugging at his collar, pulling his face to mine. My lips crashed onto his and it made me realise how much I missed Brad's touch. The bowl I was holding in my hand was soon raised and the water that filled it was soon poured onto the both of us. Brad bit his lip as he saw my now soaked shirt and all my clothing underneath it.

"That's enough for one day." I said pulling away from Brad.

"You are such a tease," He replied as I walked away to my room. He said something after that, "Fuck this, I'm not breaking up with her."

What's that supposed to mean?

Being a woman has it's advantages. You can multitask, for example drying your hair with a towel as you walk down the stairs. My house was quiet, too quiet.

"Brad." I called out realising that no one was in the kitchen or living room. There was no reply and I began to worry.

"BRAD!" I shouted a little louder. Still no reply. I placed my hair into a ponytail and got my keys from the counter.

"Siri call Brad." I said to my phone and it began ringing.

"Hello this is Brad-"

"Yes Brad where are you?" I asked relieved.

"I'm unavailable right now but leave me a message and I'll call back." It was his voicemail. Where are you?

I drove past all the places I thought Brad would be most likely to be. James' place, Tristan's place, Connor's place. He wasn't at either of those places.

"Ugh Brad where are you." I muttered to myself as I stopped at a red light. My phone began ringing and I tried to pick it up but the traffic lights became green.

"Shit." I cursed as I continued to drive. I found a reasonable parking space and grabbed my phone out of my bag.

"Hello?" The person asked.

"Yeah hi? Who is this?"

"This is the police. Do you know anyone by the name of Brad Simpson?" He asked.

"Yes he's my boyfriend."

"I'm sorry to tell you but he got caught up in a fatal car accident. He may not have long left..."

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