Brad Simpson X Reader

Part 7

Your POV.
(on the phone to Brad)
"Hey Brad, are you okay? What happened?" I asked him down the phone the second he picked up. "Hey Y/N," he sighed "it's a long story really, do you mind if I came over for a while? I think it would be easier to tell you in person..." he sounded scared but also kinda relieved. "Yeah, of course, see you in a bit then" I replied. He hung up without saying good bye. "Shit!" I exclaimed, realising I wasn't dressed or showered. The shower would have to wait. I threw on a pair of white skinny jeans and a black bralette, brushed my hair frantically and sprayed my self with way too much perfume in an attempt to mask the fact that this was my third day without a shower. Then I heard him knock at the door.

Brad POV.
I hung up the phone to Y/N and grabbed my car keys. I didn't care about the fact the boys were worried about me and that they wanted to help, I had to see her, she has the right to know. I turned the stereo up to max volume and pu my IPhone on shuffle and what would be the first song to show up? LoveStuck. I calmed down thinking back to when I first met Y/N. Why couldn't I have just left it there and not became friends with her, it's all my fault, if she gets hurt in all this I won't forgive myself.

Authors note.
Got locked out of my account but I'm back bitches!!