The One - Bradley Simpson Fanfiction

Chapter 11 - After-Parties

A few days after he was admitted to hospital, Brad was free to leave and return back home. The tour had finished by now anyway. We all went round to his house in Birmingham with presents, whilst his mum organised a small party for him. 

We were all still left in the dark about who had got the record deal, which left us all a little nervous. I'd wanted this all my life, but it wasn't fair to go against the boys. After getting to know them, it just didn't feel right.

On the Friday, two days after Brad was released from hopsital, there was a small party at his house. He was feeling much better now and we were all getting along - except for Brad and Parisa. Brad was still angry that Parisa had sad anything in the first place. Parisa, on the other hand, felt like it was her place, regardless of the fact she was drunk. She was lied to, and I understand why. It's just, maybe, "cheating" wasn't the best way to break up with her.

We all had outfits we were going to wear to the after party, after the last date of the tour. It never happened because of what happened to Brad. However, this would be much nicer. 

I wore a long, beautiful, midnight blue dress with intricate diamantes. It was strapless, and very long for those of its nature. The dress caressed my figure, and with every step, the long train that swept the ground in my wake would catch the the moon in its midnight blue coils.

Charl wore a long red evening dress, whilst Parisa wore a short pink number. Both had their hair in huge curls, making their hair look longer than normal. Finally, Leigh wore a black and strapless dress. It was a Sherri Hill dress, shipped over from the US. Leigh had straightened her hair, putting her full fringe into place. They all looked perfect. 

As I sat in one of the spare rooms of Brad's house, the girls, who had already had their make-up done, went downstairs. My make-up was just about finished when Brad walked in. 

"Hey," he said.

The make-up artist finished off my eye shadow before heading off home. 

"Hey!" I said, as Brad walked over to me. He stopped for a moment, standing over me because I was sat down on a chair. He caught my eye, as I picked up my phone from the desk. 

"You look so beautiful, Jenny," he said. 

I tried not to shed a tear as I looked away and then back at him. 

His hair, dark and lustrous, could almost have been mistaken for jet black. But the sultry deep brown could be seen around the edges and in its wily shine; anywhere the room's darkness didn't obscure. As he took my hand, helping me up, his head shifted slightly. The light seeped down his hair, barely settling on each strand. 

"Will you be my date tonight?" he asked.

I blushed, accepting him.

"It'll actually be our three month anniversary tonight, too!" he said, winking.

Later on that night, the guests started to fill up Brad's house and we all headed downstairs, and into the garden. Champagne glasses were being given out, along with some bites to eat. Music was being played in the background, as Brad's family arrived to the house. They'd been out all day, sorting out the party. His mum and sister came over and kissed my cheek.

"You're looking so well, Jenny," Brad's mum said. 

"As are you, Mrs. Simpson!"

"Call me Anne-Marie, Jenny!" she laughed. I smiled, hugging her. 

"Your dress is beautiful!" Nat then said to me. "How do you get a dress like that to stay on you? I can't wear any kind of strapless dress!"

I shrugged, before feeling two arms wrap tightly around my waist. I could feel someone's warm breath tickling my skin. One of the arms then took my hand, spinning me around. It was Brad.

"Brad!" I said, laughing. He kissed my cheek before having a small conversation with his mum and sister.

"Go on, you two! Go and have fun," Anne-Marie said, winking at Brad. I blushed, feeling slgihtly embarrassed. Brad took my hand, taking me out to the front of the house.

"Where are we going?" I asked, confused and curious.

"You'll see," he said. 

Once we arrived to the front of the house, I noticed a car and a driver waiting to pick us up, 

"What's going on?"

"You didn't want to celebrate our three month anniversary here, did you?" he laughed.

I jumped up, my legs wrapping around him. I was a little worried my heels would catch him, but I was too excited to notice. 

"I love you, Bradley Will Simpson," I said, looking deep into his eyes. He leant in, until our lips touched. I felt myself smiling through the kiss, before jumping down and getting into the car.

Later that night, after our meal, we returned back to Brad's to find everyone gone, except for the girls, James, Con and Tris. Charl was getting ready to leave with Con, whilst Tris decided to get ready to leave too. 

Brad left to go and say goodbye to Charl and Con, whilst Tris walked over to me in the kitchen. 

"Did you have a good night?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you!" I said, still embarrassed from the night we kissed. 

"Good, I'm glad."

There was an awkward silence for a while, before Tris looked up at me.

"I haven't told him... I just can't," I said to Tris.

"Shh," he said, placing his finger on my lips, "don't worry about it! It'll all be OK, I promise. He doesn't need to know," Tris said.

We were now stood only inches away from each other and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. Why didn't I feel like this when I was with Brad?

As Tris leaned past me to reach his coat, we became so close that our bodies were touching. My shoulders were bare and I could feel his warm skin touching mine, turning my upper body to goosebumps. I felt the need to look up, kiss him, or something which stopped me feeling this way. There was an ounce of sexual tension that I couldn't explain. My heart started to beat faster, whilst Tris grabbed his coat and pulled back. He looked at me, just as I was looking at him. He placed his hand on my arm, making his way up to my shoulder. He pulled me in closer and I felt the urge to learn forward and kiss him. I did my best to stop myself, before we both heard someone walking towards the kitchen. We jumped back and tried to act normal, as Leigh walked into the kitchen. 

"I'm heading off now, bye!" she said, hugging us both and giving me a strange and confused look.

My heart stopped racing and Tris continued to get ready to leave. He put on his coat and headed towards the door. I turned around, slumping against the cabinets. He paused for a moment, turning back to me. He looked me up and down, before sighing and walking out of the door.

I sat down on a chair in the kitchen, trying not to panic. What had just happened? I couldn't get my head around it. Surely, I didn't have feelings for Tristan? I loved Brad. I always had done, from the moment we had met, all those months ago.

At that moment, Brad walked in. 

"Everyone is gone, so it's just you and me. My family have travelled back to London to see my cousins- Hey, what's up?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I said, trying to break a smile. However, I wasn't very convincing.

"Did I do something? Tell me what's wrong," he said.

"Nothing, I'm just tired," I said, kissing his cheek and heading upstairs to bed.

Once I was ready to sleep, I checked my phone. I had one new text... it was from Tristan.

'I know you felt the same. I'm here and I always will be. I'll never hurt you, I promise. I always keep my promises :) X'