Unforgettable (A Bradley Simpson Fan Fiction)

The Right Time

I spent the night at Brads house last night because I was too tired to drive home. Not much attention was payed towards me as the rest of the boys came over after lunch yesterday and stayed until late at night. I'm not trying to be selfish or anything, so just trying to make that clear. They all talked and laughed like best friends in high school. But as usual, I sat all the way at the end of the couch and I felt James' eyes on me the entire time.

I'm starting to feel uncomfortable around James now. I'm not the prettiest girl, he can go for someone else but not me, please not me. I lay awake here in Brad's bed, as his arms are wrapped around my waist. He wakes up and kisses my cheek while greeting me good morning.

I greet him good morning before I hear my phone vibrate on the nightstand. I check to see who it is and it's Dad Harry who has texted me.

You need to start packing, most of our stuff is boxed up and ready to go

The text says.

Okay, I'll be home as soon as I can.

I send.

I sit up from the bed, breaking out of Brad's grip.

"You hungry?" I ask.

"Yes, please," he says with a bright smile.

"Okay, I'll make pancakes then," I say as I get out of the bed.

I'm making pancakes and I'm starting to rethink just being in my underwear was a bad idea. As I flip the pancakes, the small hot drops of the pancake batter fly up out of the pan and onto my thighs, burning me. I hear Brad come into the kitchen and he hugs me from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder.

"You know you're perfect wife material right?" he asks.

"You're everything, beautiful, amazing, funny, smarty and did I say beautiful?" Brad adds.

I laugh. "Well I'm not looking for marriage anything soon."

"Hopefully you do one day," Brad says as he kisses my cheek and walks to the living room, only in his underwear. I arrange the breakfast for both of us on the table, along with toast and orange juice.

I call Brad to the table as I go back into the kitchen and grab silverware.

"Whoa, okay, Paula Deen, I guess you went all out," Brad laughs.

"Well only the best for my bae," I use the slang word to my advantage.

Brad reaches across the table and kisses me.

During breakfast, I can't help the question I want to ask. Sex. Having sex with Brad. I don't know why I'm rushing into it with Brad, but I feel like since my life has been such a bore and I'm trying to become a new person, maybe that this will help me with my transition.

"Brad?" I call.

Brad's POV:

Alyson looks at me. "Yeah?"

"Remember...the night we were together in the tub? And we were about to have sex and we decided to put it off until you had your memory back?" she asks.

"Yeah," I recall.

"I'm ready," she says.

I nearly choke on my orange juice. "Really?"

She nods her head.

"Right now?" I ask.

I nod again.

I get up from my chair and hold out my hand. I lead her to my bedroom and lay her on the bed. I do my next famous position on her--my body hovers over hers.

I kiss her a few times before asking if she's sure she's ready.

"I don't want to take advantage of you and have your dads hate me if they find out," I say.

"It's fine, just relax," she assures me. Our bare bodies, but little bit of undergarment seem to be giving us that extra "boost" in our hormones. Our naked skin rubs against each other with every movement we make.

"Are you really sure? There's no going back like you said," I say.

"I'm sure," she confirms.

I smirk at her while moving down her body. I stop at her lace panties and tug at them, pulling them down. She looks over to her left side for a moment and I scold her for doing so.

"No, I want you to look at me the whole time. I want to look at me while you feel it," I say.

"I want to go slow so it's memorable. I want you to look in my eyes while you feel everything. I want you to trust me with your virginity," I say.

She nods and holds onto my arms as guidance. I slowly go in, then out at the same pace that I promised. The erotic feeling of all of this has me gripping onto the sheets of the bed, and letting out a few moans here and there. I hold a firm grip on her hips, me rolling my hips onto hers in a perfect way. I close my eyes to focus on the wildly intense feeling; the extreme passion that there is in this moment. I open my eyes as Alyson closes hers, having the same idea as I did. Her mouth opens slightly, only saying my name. She puts her hand behind my head as I still continues to roll my hips into hers. I kiss her a few times and her chest is inches from mine. We make direct eye contact and Alyson clenches onto the sheets. I go faster and faster, making me want every ounce of her. I've never felt this way before and I never knew you could feel this way. I feel Alyson clench tight onto the sheet while letting out a groan. I slowly start coming to an end and pant out of breath.

We're both currently out of breath, trying to regain energy as our lips connect with each other.

"I love you," Alyson breathes out.

"I love you, too," I reply, meaning the phrase.

I lay next to her after grabbing her hand and kissing it.

...

Alyson's POV:

Just after mine and Brad's intercourse, the rest of the guy's came over just to hang out. They're all together on the couch and so am I. I'm trying to wrap my head around the idea of me no longer being a virgin, and neither is Brad. I sit here next to Tristan with my hands together and my legs, too, feeling a bit sore.

James sits across from the opposite couch as I am, and he yet again has his eyes on me. I use my phone trying to find a distraction other than having James' eyes on me. I get up and excuse myself the bathroom to pee. I hear footsteps behind me and assume that they're Brad's, so I turn around and bump into James who is staring down at me.

"Whoa, sorry, just needed to get something," he says.

I swallow down a big gulp in my throat and no words seem to be coming out of my mouth. I inhale the fancy cologne that James seems to be wearing that can make a girl go crazy, yet woozy.

"Why so low?" James asks while tilting my chin up to look at him.

My body seems to be frozen by making no sudden action. "I'm just going to go to the bathroom..." I tell James who chuckles as I excuse myself.

I close the door and lock it as my back slides down to the floor and I sit on the bathroom floor, in front of the sink. My hands rustle through my hair and my phone vibrates as I reach for it. Another text from Dad Harry telling me to come home.