Apprentice (Bradley Simpson Fanfic)

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I roll over and come face to face with Brad, staring me down! He’s looking all over my face, I swear if I look awful right now I’m going to have a breakdown. Mornings are not my best time of the day, but it will test the strength of our relationship, if he likes me like this then I think we’re safe.

‘Good morning babe.’ He says, his voice deeper than usual and husky, it’s sexy.

‘Morning Mister Simpson, fancy seeing you here… in my bed.’ I smirk.

‘I must have been pretty tired, the excitement of you coming with us must have worn me out.’

I decide to play a trick on him and see what he does.

‘Um… about that Brad, I kind of don’t have an in date passport, so I cant come.’

He sits bolt upright. I now notice that he has taken his top and jeans off and is sitting in his underwear alone, he looks incredible. His tanned toned body was pressed against me all night and I didn’t even know.

‘Bella, please tell me you’re joking. Do not tell me that you haven’t got a passport.’ I continue to stare at him, not changing my facial expression at all.

‘Bella, seriously are you joking?’ I can’t contain my giggles anymore, as soon as I laugh he falls backwards onto the bed his hands running through his hair, I move closer to him and place my hand on his bare chest, kissing his cheek before moving down to his neck and collar bones. His eyes are shut but there is a small smile on his face.

‘Of course I have a passport idiot, I wouldn’t have wanted to come if I knew I didn’t.’ I jump out of bed and walk into the bathroom; surprisingly I don’t look completely awful, just half awful. I stare at my reflection in the mirror criticising everything about myself when Brad enters the room and stands behind me. Looking at the same reflection as me, except he see’s something different, he thinks I’m beautiful, and perfect and I don’t know why. How the hell did I end up with someone who fancies me, even in the morning? 

‘What we doing today then.’ I turn around leaning on the counter, placing my hands on his hips, I cant help but look down slightly, since he is just standing in his boxers. Even like this I can tell he’s impressive. He grabs my chin making me look him in the eyes. Heat takes over my cheeks, knowing that he knows I was staring at him.

‘Bella it’s fine, you don’t have to be embarrassed, stare all you like I’m yours.’ He steps away from me as he’s speaking spreading his arms out so I can look at him.

‘And I was thinking, we could organise something for all of all to do, like dinner or something since we leave next week and Angie is going home for a while.’

‘Sounds great, how’s Tris coping with the idea of leaving her for six weeks?’

‘Not great, we’ve all be pretty lucky since you lot are all coming with us, he’s the only one who’s going to be alone on the tour.’

‘Maybe, I could talk to Angie and see if she wants to fly our towards the end and surprise him, after 4 weeks of touring I’m sure that would be nice for him. Also, by that point he’ll probably be gagging for it so we should probably help him out in that department.’

‘You could help me out in that department.’ He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows.

‘One day Bradley, but that day isn’t today, excuse me I’d like to get ready now so can you leave please.’

‘Nope, I’m staying right here.’ He sits on the bathroom floor, legs crossed, looking up at me.

‘Fine.’ I begin undoing my onesie and he gets up.