Mine (Brad Simpson) {IN EDITING}

Chapter 31

ALLI'S POV

A week has passed. 

One week of hell, absolute hell, and here is my recap:

Day 1:
I layed in bed. I didn't sleep, I barely ate (only an apple Rachel had to force into my mouth) and despite the TV being on, I didn't watch it. I was left to my thoughts for a whole day, and that was the worst thing I could've possibly done. On day one I got a visit from Pauline, Brad's mum, and she came up to my room but I didn't talk to her - I couldn't. She told me she would try her hardest to help him remember and that she was sorry. I didn't sleep that night.

Day 2:
On day two, I left my room to eat breakfast. But when I came down, James was there, so I took a box of cereal, carton of milk and a bowl and went back up to my room without saying a word. Once I was up there I realized I had forgotten a spoon, but I didn't want to risk going back down so I sipped it from the bowl. I tried watching the TV again, but when nothing interested me I went through Netflix - bad idea. Remember the Titans came up while I was scrolling through and I threw the remote across the room, burying my face in my pillow and crying all over again. I didn't sleep that night, either.

Day 3:
James tried to visit again, but when Rachel declined him he climbed up my window and into my room. There was no stopping him.

"Get out." I had deadpanned; I was still living off cereal without a spoon and absolutely not in the mood for this. I didn't need any reminders of Brad, but they seemed to be everywhere despite how much I attempted to avoid them.

"No." He had crossed his arms over his chest, smirking as his eyes wandered around my room, "Are you still only eating that?" He gestured to the cereal and I sent him an icy glare.

"Yes." I mumbled, turning away from him, "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to talk." James had shrugged, sitting himself on the edge of my bed, "I want you to know that I'm here for you and you're not alone. You've been through a hell of alot, that's for sure, and you need someone here for you."

"I don't need anyone, I'm fine without you, thanks." I crossed my arms and turned away from James as he sighed.

"Comeon, Alli, open up to me. Please. You can't keep this bottled up inside of you, it's not good for you." James had pleaded, crawling across the bed closer to me, "I only want to help. Tell me." 

And so I did. I told James McVey every tiny detail of what I was feeling, thinking, seeing right now and he listened better than I expected him to. When I was finished, I bursted into tears and he took me into his arms, holding me comfortingly as I cried. If Brad had remembered, he would accuse James of 'swooping in', but he wasn't; he was only trying to be a good friend. I had to admit, it felt good to let it all out and I'm glad that James had listened and comforted me. When it was time for him to leave, James promised to be back the next day and I had nodded in agreement; I wanted him to come back.

That was the first night that I had slept.

Day 4:

On day four, I had gone downstairs to eat cereal and have a coffee. I brushed my hair for the first time in three days and applied some makeup after having a shower, finally feeling good about myself. When James arrived, he said that I looked better; and I felt slightly better, too. I had told him that I didn't want any reminders of Brad, I just wanted a day away from the drama. 

So James gave me just that. He took me to the amusement park (despite my protests, he practically dragged me out of the house) and forced me to go on all of the rides I didn't want to; which I actually enjoyed, but James seemed frightened by the end. Then we played arcade games and he bought me dinner. I wasn't reminded at all of Bradley Simpson, and that relieved me. A day away from all of the drama was what I need and James McVey gave me just that.