The Vamps Imagines

13. Bradley Imagine for @Jasmine_Simpson

A/N: Thank you so much for this request. I really hope you love it so much.
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He was going to be here any time soon. You looked in the mirror one last time to make sure that everything looked perfect, you wanted to look perfect just for him. Never in your life did you ever think that this would be happening to you. You always thought that you were going to be just another fan in the crowd, just another person in the army of dedicated followers he had for himself. This truly was a dream come true.

You had met Brad last month at the airport in London after they had flown back from America. 50 hours you had sat on the floor near the gates waiting for them, receiving strange looks from people passing to catch their flights as you slept on the floor but surely it would be worth it just to see that boy from Birmingham in the flesh. It's strange to think that you waited so long for the chance to meet him and now, here you were sat on your bed waiting for him to pick you up to take you on a date.

You heard a car pull up your driveway and someone step out. This was it, in a matter of seconds you would again be face to face with Bradley Simpson, the boy you had obsessed over ever since you discovered his youtube account where he would upload himself singing to the world. You suddenly became so nervous as you made your way down the stairs, grabbing your purse and phone on the way out of your bedroom. 'What if he didn't like me anymore?' you worried to yourself. Yes you had direct messaged each other on twitter since the day you met him at the airport and he seemed to like you but still, what if after spending a day with you he didn't like you anymore.

Luckily, you didn't have much time to spend stressing, as the sound of him knocking on your front door snapped you out of your thoughts signalling is was time to see him again. Taking a deep breath, you placed your hand on the door handle and opened the door. There he was, his chocolate brown curls styled to frame is face making his big brown eyes stand out. His hands stuffed into the pockets of his black skinny jeans and his patterned shirt slightly unbuttoned, partially revealing his toned chest.

"Hello beautiful" his raspy voice spoke, giving you goosebumps as he took hold of your hand, entwining your fingers.

"Hey, Brad." you smiled widely, making him smile too as you made your way out of the door and to his car. As you sat in the passenger seat and Brad started the car, you spoke again. "Where are you taking me anyway?" You asked.

"Well," he began "do you remember the day after we met and I asked you to tell me everything about yourself?" He asked

"Of course" you smiled

"Well if I remember correctly, you said that one of your favourite things in the world was ice cream on a hot summers day" he continued, glancing at you occasionally. "And unless I'm coming down with a temperature, it's very warm outside so I found an ice cream parlour that has only just opened not that far from here, what do you think?" He asked, shooting you a nervous smile.

"Brad, there's nothing more that I'd rather do than eat ice cream and spend time with you" you smiled as he parked the car and quickly got out, running over to the passenger side to open your door.

"M'lady" he chuckled as he opened the door and took hold of your hand, leading you into the building.

Taking a seat opposite each other you ordered your ice creams and just talked. Conversations with Brad just flowed effortlessly and it seemed as though you had known each other all of your life. You were positive he thought the same because whenever you looked away even for a second he was smiling so widely you thought his mouth was going to fall off.

When the ice cream arrived Brad had an evil smirk on his face. "What are you planning, Simpson" you asked cautiously.

"Oh nothing" he replied casually, that smirk never leaving his face. "You're so beautiful, when I turned that corner and saw all of those fans, you were the only person I saw. You definitely stood out from the crowd" he looked into your eyes. "So beautiful, your eyes, beautiful, your lips, beautiful, your hair, beautiful, your nose," he paused, grabbing a spoonful of ice cream and bringing it to your face "beautiful" he stated bringing the spoon closer, all of a sudden you felt a cold substance on your nose. You squealed in surprise, expecting him to have put the ice cream in your mouth not on your nose.

"Oh it's on, Simpson!" You declared, taking a spoonful of ice cream and throwing it at him hitting him right in the middle of his forehead. Things escalated quickly and before you knew it you had no ice cream left in the bowl as it had covered the walls, floor, tables and yourselves. "Oops" you both laughed as the lady behind the counter shot you a glare colder than the ice cream.

"I think we should get out of here" Brad whispered linking your arms and leading you out of the building before the lady had the chance to make you clean it yourselves. Driving back to your house you noticed that Brad was quite fidgety, this made you nervous as you feared the worst. The doubts from before came flooding back into your mind. Well you had a good time anyway and at least you could look back on today and remember that once in a lifetime experience.

As you pulled back into your driveway you quickly exited the car and walked to your front door wanting to avoid the awkward conversation that was sure to follow shortly.

"Woah! Where are you going in such a rush?" Brad called after you, you turned around to see him walking towards you, looking slightly put back.

"Well, I just thought... I didn't think... You don't..." You stuttered, not really wanting to admit to yourself that he didn't want to see you again.

"You think I don't want to see you again don't you?" he asked, you nodded slightly. "Of course I want to see you again, you're amazing, funny, clever, beautiful, not bothered about being covered in ice cream, my perfect girl. And when I talk to you it feels as though I've known you all of my life. So of course I want to see you again. I was being fidgety in the car because I wanted to find the right way to tell you, so I'm just going to come out and say it." he stopped to take a breathe. "I... I think... No I know... Think I... I think I love you" he said, taking a small step back.

You quickly walked towards him and took his face in your hands. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in. Everything else seemed to be in slow motion and the world around you stopped. Your lips connected in a sweet, tender kiss and you felt butterflies take flight in your stomach. Cheesy I know, but it was truly how you felt. You pulled away after a few minutes and rested your foreheads together, catching your breath.

"I'm so glad I waited all that time at the airport" you giggled.

"I'm glad you did too, where have you been all my life?" He smiled.