Best Mates | TRADLEY | Completed ✔

(26) Dinner

*TRISTAN'S POV*

I took one last glance at myself in the mirror before I had to leave. I was extremely nervous to meet Bradley's Mother, I'd even rehearsed my lines of what I was going to say to her.

"Hello, Mrs. Simpson, you're looking lovely tonight. I'm Tristan Evans, nice to meet you." And then I'd hold out my hand and shake it, like the gentleman  I am.

I sighed in the mirror and corrected my white shirt yet again, ensuring there weren't any creases. Was a suit too much? Or should I have just put on a shirt and jeans? I mean it is just dinner. Whatever, I did have enough time anyway. I grabbed my black blazer and quickly ran out of the door, texting Bradley that I  was on my way.

*BRADLEY'S POV*

Tris
On my way babes. Super nervous.

"Bradley, darling, it isn't polite to be on your phone. Here, help me out." My mother said, handing me the cutlery for the table.

I smiled and looked up from my phone, putting it back in my pocket. 

"Yeah, Mum." I grabbed the cutlery and began placing it on the table in neat patterns. My Mother had made myself and Tristan a steak dinner, and I couldn't wait for him to arrive so they could finally meet. Yet, my whole life felt like it depended on this moment, if my Mother didn't like Tristan, she wouldn't allow me to be gay - it's not like I needed her permission anyway, but it mattered. 

There was a knock at the door and I quickly looked up at my Mother, who grinned and started to walk over to it. I followed closely behind her, and I could see Tristan's outline in the patterned glass. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest as she opened the door, and in came my boyfriend, Tristan. He looked fucking amazing, his hair was slicked back and he was wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath.

"Hello, Mrs. Simpson, you're looking lovely this evening, I'm Tristan, it's great to finally meet you." He gave her a huge smile before shaking her hand, and I nodded to myself as he did so. I bet he probably rehearsed those lines or something. 

"Lovely to meet you, Tristan." She chuckled.

"Hey!" I interrupted, running over to him and jumping in his arms.

"Brad, Brad, not the suit babe." He whispered.

"Oops." I giggled as my Mother walked into the kitchen to finish off the food.

"Oh god, how was that? Did you think she liked me? Was the suit too much?" Tris began rambling.

"She probably loves you, now come on into the living room." I rolled my eyes and pulled him along with me.

"Probably?!" I heard him say as I walked into the living room, where we were instantly greeted by Jesse. Tris' eyes widened as Jesse ran over to him and started jumping all over him, something she always does with new people.

"My suit!" He laughed, bending down to tell Jesse off, who ignored her and started licking his face, excitedly. 

I smiled, watching my boyfriend and my dog get along, atleast I knew Jesse approved. I planted myself down on the couch and Tris sat next to me. 

"God, you have missed so much." Tris said as he put his hand on my thigh. 

"It's only been a couple of days, Tris." I said, confused.

"Yeah, but-" 

"Dinner is ready, boys!" My Mother shouted from in the kitchen. Oh God, here we go.

*TRISTAN'S POV*

"Do you have a job, Tristan?" Bradley's Mother smiled as she handed me my food.

"I'm in The Vamps, with Bradley." I replied, taking the hot plate off her and placing it in front of me.

"Oh, and how's that going for you?" She gave Bradley his food before sitting down with her own.

"Oh, you know, it's alright. We recently went on tour, a couple shows in London and what not." I nodded as I began tucking into my food, and I could feel Brad's eyes on me the entire time. I looked up eventually, and he had the biggest smile on his face.

"This food is beautiful, Mrs. Simpson, where did you learn to cook like this?" I smiled, chewing my steak.

"Oh stop it you, you're so charming. I can see why Bradley likes you," 

Bradley looked up in complete shock once those words left her mouth and I honestly felt a weight off my shoulders, too. 

"and please, call me Mary." She concluded.

"Alright, Mary." I said as I looked over at Bradley, who was in absolute shock. 

"I'm happy you two can see eye to eye." He finally spoke.

"Me too." I spoke.

Mary nodded and put her cutlery down before speaking, "If you're happy, Bradley, I think that's all that matters." 

*BRADLEYS POV*

"Oh my god, you genius. She fucking loved you." I shouted before grabbing my boyfriend's face and kissing him long and hard.

"Mhm," Tristan gasped, pulling away. "Thank you, baby." He finally chuckled.

"Wow, can you believe a couple of months ago she threw me out and now you're here?" I let out a long sigh of relief before jumping onto my bed. 

"It's pretty crazy if you ask me." Tris agreed, before taking off his clothes to change into nightwear.

"So crazy, thank you for coming and putting up with her." I smiled.

"Your Mother isn't that bad, not anymore atleast." He laughed, pulling off his shirt before sitting on the end of the bed. 

"Well then, your opinions have had a drastic change." I scoffed, putting my arms around his waist.

"Shut it, you. By the way, this bed is way too small for the both of us." Tris frowned.

"Looks like you're sleeping on the floor then." I burst into laughter and pulled the covers over myself as Tristan gasped.

"No way, Simpson." He shouted before diving on top of me and pulling the covers off. 

I finally gave in and let Tris squeeze in my bed at the side of me, not like I was going to let him sleep on the floor anyways. I'd missed him way too much for that. Being beside Tristan in my warm, but small bed was the best thing ever, I'd needed him here. The time passed quite quickly as Tristan told me all of the things I'd missed out on over the past few days. He told me about Reece and Harley, and James and Blake, and it was all very weird and confusing. I didn't even know if we were a band anymore, it's like everyone had parted in their own ways. My heart ached for them. 

"Anyway, it's almost twelve." I smiled, changing the subject as I awaited Tristan's response.

"Twelve? What's at twelve?" He teased. 

"Hey!" I shouted, slapping his arm, playfully.

"Alright, I'm joking. I know it's your birthday babes." He chuckled, throwing his arm around my side as he kissed my cheek.

"Do you think the boys are gonna even care?" I sighed.

"I don't know baby, but just know you have me."