*TRISTAN'S POV*
I was clearly the most sober at this moment in time, it was my responsibility to get these lads home. As we got into the taxi and Brad and James proceeded to play a very intense game of Rock Paper Scissors, I whispered into the driver's ear.
"Brookwell Hotel please."
He nodded and started driving.
"You lads okay?" I turned around and saw Bradley and James arguing about who won.
"Shush I won it was rock vs scissors." Brad said sassily.
"Was it? I was paper wasn't I?" James said, confused.
"No!" Brad sighed and slapped James' hand away from him.
I giggled to myself watching them argue over something so silly.
"£6.00 please." The taxi driver interrupted as I realised we had come to a stop in front of the hotel.
I stuck a hand into my jeans pocket and pulled out some change before handing the money over to the man.
"Woah woah woah! This isn't the hospital!" James shouted in a panic as he looked around. He then grabbed the money from my hand and held it into a tight grasp so I couldn't get it.
"Yeah I know, we'll see Connor tomorrow. For now it's bed time." I spoke like they were my children or something. I snatched the money back and gave it to the taxi driver before getting out.
Brad happily strolled out of the cab and stood beside me, his head resting on my shoulder.
"Come on James." I commanded as he sat in the back seat with his arms crossed, refusing to move.
"No." I heard him say as he started an inaudible conversation with the taxi driver.
"Come on James! Don't be salty I beat you!" Brad giggled before knocking on the cab window.
I saw James pull out his tongue at us before the car drove away and sped around the corner. Off to the hospital, I presumed.
"Come on then you fluff ball." I said to Bradley as I messed his curls up.
Brad nodded and linked my arm the whole way to our rooms.
Brad looked fucking amazing, his white blouse made him glow and his curls were messy yet perfect. He stood before me with drunk puppy eyes before falling into my arms.
"Trissy." He whined as he tapped my shoulder continuously. I couldn't think of a worse nickname to be given, but when it was Brad, I didn't really mind.
"You wanna stay in my room don't you?" I chuckled as I held him in my arms.
"Mhm." Brad muffled into my chest.
"Fine." I acted as if it was an inconvenience, but I actually really wanted Bradley in my bed, too.
Once we got into the room and we got into bed, as usual, I searched for the remote only to find Bradley holding it like a child.
"What're you doing?" I asked him as he pouted his lip out at me.
"I want to pick what's on the TV!" He cried as he held the remote to his chest.
"Okay, you can." I laughed as I put my arm around him slightly, pretending to stretch.
"You absolute player, you are!" Brad giggled as he excitedly flicked through the channels, which were all Disney channel may I add.
"Oh my god, Tris, they have Hannah Montana!" He screeched as he clicked it immediately before he clumsily dropped the remote off the side of the bed.
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Best Mates | TRADLEY | Completed ✔
Fanfiction"Fuck Bradley it's all for you." "You can't date another member in the band. It'll ruin our careers" ~ Tristan and Bradley have been best friends for years, they've always lowkey flirted with each other and been extremely close, even more now that...
