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Chapter Five

"Bradley?" Cameron asked softly, placing a kiss on the spot where my neck meets my back and divides into my shoulders.

"Mhm?" I hummed, sleepy but conscious.

"Can I ask you to stay?" He whispered "With me? Be my boyfriend?"

My heart jumped, I wanted it, I wanted it so bad, but my heart wouldn't cope with the distance, I needed someone close, someone there all the time. Someone like Tris.

Fuck sake, stop thinking about Tris, dickhead.

"I'm far too fucked up." I whispered "You don't want me, promise."

"I do." He nodded "I've missed you far too much to not want you."

"...I'm still finding myself. I don't know if I'm ready to commit." I replied

"Find yourself in me." He reasoned "I'll try and be everything you'd ever need."

"I'd love to. But I'm not going to be in London forever." I reminded him "I'm going home soon, Birmingham. Four hours away, the distance would tear me apart." I whispered gently, feeling his skin against mine and knowing it'd drive me nuts still having to sleep alone "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise, I understand." He nodded, letting his hands drop from my hips "If you're ever in London and lonely, feel free to swing by again though, it was wonderful to see you." He commented as I made a move to start leaving.

"Right back at you, if you're for some reason in Birmingham and I'm at home. Pop in." I smiled gently, pulling my clothes back on and leaving his house, finding it had started raining whilst I had been indoors. Not having the money for another taxi I walked to the station, getting soaked in the process.

"Why are you soaked?" James asked as soon as I walked in through to door "Twat."

"Harsh." I frowned "I walked, in the rain, you know, water that falls from the sky."

"Woah, it's raining outside?" Con asked, coming down the stairs, it took my a few seconds to work out that everyone was ready to leave to go out for dinner to celebrate the record deal.

"Yeah." I nodded, looking up at the bassist, asking where Tris had got to, considering the rest of the band had gathered in the porch, including Dean, Joe and Rich.

"Need my jacket then." He nodded, picking his black denim jacket up from the hook, Tris appearing from the kitchen with a half eaten sandwich in his hand, everyone staring at him.

"What?! I was hungry as fuck okay?" Tris shrugged, ignoring everyone and finishing up his sandwich before we all went out to the van, Tris and I taking our usual seats right at the back.

"So, who's Cameron then, hmmmmm." Tris teased quietly, nudging me in the ribs as he always did, making my heart skip beats "Is that your code name for this girl?"

"Uhm, sure." I nodded, everything still not being adequately thought through yet, so I decided it was best to lie "Why were you reading my messages?"

"I caught it at a glance." He told me "Not my fault your brightness is up so high."

"Fuck off." I rolled my eyes, shaking my head "How much did you see?"

"Just enough that I knew where you were going, what you were gonna do." He shrugged "Any good?"

"Yeah." I hummed "...She asked me if I had anything to say to her, basically begged to be my girlfriend, I didn't really want that if I'm honest."

"What? No way!" Tris gasped "You turned her down? Savage."

"Hardly savage, she lives way too far away from me, I wouldn't deal with it. She's nice to Fuck around with though." I explained, Tris raising his eyebrow at me.

"How many other girls are you fucking around with? There's at least two I know of." He winked "Four? Five?"

"No." I shook my head "I'm not like you, Tris."

"You're not like Con either." He raised an eyebrow "And you're certainly not James."

"What about Con and James?" Connor turned around in his seat to look at us, Joe immediately basically screaming at him to put his seatbelt on and keep it there.

"Brads fucking around with like three people and is refusing to admit it, basically." Tris announced "I'm managing plenty more than that, You're hung up on one girl, and James, well he's not getting any."

"That's not true!" James defended himself "I'm getting plenty enough, thanks."

"Your hand doesn't count, James." Con laughed, James then grumbling something about how we just didn't understand.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." I rolled my eyes "I'm not talking about this anymore."

"Ooh there is more than one." Con teased "And you're torn between them all, I see you Simpson."

"Yeah yeah, fuck off, Ball." I replied, turning to the window.

"Why are you being so moody at the moment?" Tris asked me "You've been really off with everyone, especially since you got back."

"It's nothing Tris." I shook my head

"I know it's that time of year again." He reminded me "Do you want me to come to the grave with you?"

"I don't want to talk about it." I sighed, Tris' hand finding it's way onto my shoulder and following my arm down my bicep reassuringly.

"It'll be okay mate, you'll get through it, you always do." He smiled gently as Joe pulled up outside the restaurant. We all bundled out of the van and towards the building where we had a reserved table for all of us.

"I'm so hyped for what this record deal means for us." James beamed "This is my dream."

"Yeah yeah yeah." Tris rolled his eyes, sitting down next to me "I'm going out drinking after this, anyone coming with?"

"I'm in." I smiled a little, Con shaking his head and James not even having to reply before we knew his answer.

"Woo." Tris smirked "Gonna hit up so many clubs, you're gonna get more wasted than you ever been."

"Please don't do anything stupid, Tristan." Joe reminded him "You have an image, remember that."

"Yeah yeah, image and all that bull. But mostly, party!" He ignored