Unforgettable (A Bradley Simpson Fan Fiction)

Thoughts

Brads POV:

"Daddy!" I hear the voice of thirteen year old Chloe say as she barges into the room. I slowly open my eyes as my arm pats down the empty space next to me in the bed. It's another night without Alyson. I never knew something this serious could affect me this bad.

"What, baby?" I ask Chloe as I rub my eyes.

"So, you know my friend Deanna, right?" Chloe asks as she sits at the front of the bed.

"Yeah, why?" I ask as I sit up in the bed and mess with my hair that's lost it's curl-ish texture weeks ago.

"Well since I turned fourteen a week ago, she wants to take me out to L.A. so we can go sightsee and shop, then have lunch in San Diego," Chloe says excitedly.

"Can I go?" she asks.

"Hm," I debate in my mind whether I should let my young daughter wander through the streets of Los Angeles with another one her young friends.

"I don't know..."

"But, dad, please. I hardly ever get to do anything socially and this would really mean a lot to me," Chloe begs.

"I don't think so, baby, I'm not comfortable with the idea of you walking through the streets of L.A. with all the paparazzi trying to attack you. Don't forget who you and and who your parents are," I say.

"But, dad, please, we won't be gone that long!" she plea's.

"I haven't even met her parents," I rub the back of my neck.

"Then you can meet them before we leave!"

"I don't think so, love. Maybe next time..." I say.

"Fine, whatever!" Chloe says as she gets up and storms out of the room.

"Don't get an attitude, young lady," I warn.

She comes back into the room radiating with anger. "Why shouldn't I?! You haven't been the same, dad! You've hardly slept in a while, you were lucky enough to sleep last night! With mom dead, it doesn't affect just you, it affects Jonah and I as well! We're trying to move on because that's what mom would have wanted us to do, but you can't do that!" Chloe shouts before she exits the room again.

I bow my head down to the bed comforter and a tear escapes my eyes because what she says is true...

I wake up from my nightmare as my hair is matted from sweat. I look around the area I was sleeping in and I find myself in Alyson's room still. I look next to me and I find Alyson not in the bed with me as she was when must have I fallen asleep. I get up and see a light coming from the bottom of the door since it's closed. I walk towards the light and open the door and the brightness of the light from the stair case impacts my vision as my eyes are trying to adjust from darkness to light. I walk downstairs and find no one in the living room but Jonah and Chloe's' blankets on the couches. I turn to the kitchen and see Alyson shaking up two bottles as something is sizzling on the oven.

"Hey, babe," I say in a sleepy voice.

"Hey," she says with a full smile as she approaches Jonah and Chloe who are in their carriers and on the counter. She gives them each their bottle and puts a blanket underneath the bottle to support it up.

"What are you doing?" I ask and enter the kitchen. "Nothing, just giving the twins their bottles and making some dinner just in case you woke up." "That's nice," I hold her against the white counter and kiss her.