Best Mates | TRADLEY | Completed ✔

(14) Questions

*TRISTAN'S POV*

To say I was embarrassed about what I said in front of the group was an understatement. What I said was completely true but I don't know if I was ready to tell everyone just yet.
Bradley and I had gotten back to my apartment and he kept giving me the side eye the entire ride home. He seemed happy and content about my answer in truth or dare, but I thought maybe I shouldn't have even said anything.

We dived into the bed in our usual places and Brad instantly turned to me.

"So." He said, extending the word.

"So." I mimicked him.

Bradley giggled and looked up at me with loving eyes. I could feel my heart literally melting as I watched him form a smile.

"You're gay, huh?" I knew the question was coming and I looked over at him, trying not to smile.

"Maybe." I teased, making the brunette sigh.

"Just tell me, what are we? What's going on?" Brad whined before sinking his head onto my chest.

"I don't know you little goof ball." I said whilst ruffling up his curls.

"I like you." He said, looking up at me with a pouty face.

I grabbed Brad's chubby cheeks with both hands before pecking my lips onto his, softly.

"And I like you." I told him before letting go of his small face.

"Then let's be together?!" Brad continued to whine in the little voice he does when he doesn't get what he wants.

I shook my head and sighed.

"It's not that easy. I'm still not confident with telling everyone I'm gay." The words struggled to leave my mouth as I finally accepted my sexuality. Yet somehow it seemed easier saying it now than earlier.

"Tris, we don't have to tell anyone. Not until you're ready." Brad smiled and grabbed my hand, tightly.

"Are you sure?" I said

I was going to tell Bradley but I was rudely interrupted by a knock at my door. What? I swear people just love interrupting mine and Brad's moments.

I jumped out of bed and looked up at the clock on my wall. 11:12pm.

Brad jumped up too once he realised we had visitors and he looked puzzled on what to do.

"Who could it be, Tris?"

"Not sure, give me a sec."

I ran down the stairs and opened the door only to see James stood at the door alone.

"Hey, come in man what's up?" I said, letting the boy in from the rain.

"Look at this Tris." He shoved his phone in my face as my jaw dropped.

Someone had written an article about me and Bradley!? It was on a popular website called TeenNews or something and the title was "ARE THE VAMPS STARS TRIS AND BRAD A THING?" I shook my head in disbelief. Not only was I stunned by the title but nobody ever wrote about us, so this was extremely worrying.

"Why are you showing me this? It's clearly not true." I quickly said as James sighed.

"I thought you needed to know. You understand this could like, ruin our careers, right?" James bit his lip and tapped his foot nervously as he confronted me about the situation.

"What? How? It's just a stupid rumour." I shook my head and avoided eye contact so he didn't see through my lies.

"It can, and God help us if Joe finds out." He continued.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know? His last band that he managed split up due to two of them being in a gay relationship. It's fine to date someone from another band, like Con, but you and Brad? Nah man I'm sorry." I watched as James ruffled his hair and then slid his hands in his back pocket. He looked disappointed in me.

"Look, James, Brad and I aren't together. Yeah, we may flirt but we're both flirty people. That's it." My heart was pounding out of my chest, I knew things may not continue for me and Brad after this.

"Okay, if you say so." James pulled me into a hug and squeezed me tight.

I laughed and tapped his back before pulling away. James nodded and went to walk out of the front door before I stopped him.

"James—" I spoke.

"Yes?" His head turned as he smiled.

"Who would right something like that anyway?"

"Someone called—" he paused to read out the journalist.

"Hailee Monson?"

"Thanks man. Catch you later."

My feet had never run so fast up my stairs before and as soon as I reached my room I grabbed my laptop and opened the browser eagerly.

"Trissy, what's up?!" Brad leaped up and came over to the desk where I sat. He put his arms around me from behind and awaited my next actions.

I quickly typed in the name "Hayley Monson" into the search bar.

Did you mean: Hailee Monson?

I quickly clicked on the option of Hailee Monson.

The images took a while to load but once they did...

"Holy fucking shit." Brad shouted.

"What the fuck?" I gasped before grabbing my phone to call the boys immediately.