Apprentice (Bradley Simpson Fanfic)

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When we’re finally directed to the table I fall into the chair placing my head between my arms on the table, I knew they were going to hate me, but I didn’t think it would happen this quickly. I thought he’d at least wait until America to tell people we were in a relationship. This makes things so much harder. The three boys arrive together followed by the girls in a separate party, making it seem like two different groups. The way it was probably meant to be done to avoid this drama. The tension is obvious as everyone looks between Brad and me. Dinner is awkward, to say the least, the other couples are clearly confused by what they’ve walked into and don’t know how to ask what’s happened. I push my chair out and head towards the bathroom. Barely a second after I get in there Shay appears.

‘What’s happened Bella, you and Brad have not said a word to eachother.’ She’s right, I’m not annoyed at him, I’m confused why he did it, but we were going to have to address it at some point, I’m upset by what the girls were saying, if today hadn’t been bad enough being threatened by a fan. Now they all hate me. The pictures are already on twitter, and once they’re there anyone can get a hold of them. I just wanted to chance to make them like me, but that idea is already out of the question. After explaining everything to Shay we head back to the table, I have to show Brad that I’m not annoyed at him, but that I’m just worried about what’s going to happen now. The fans opinion was one of the reasons he didn’t want to be with me in the first place, this adds so much pressure to our relationship.

I take my seat back at the table, everyone stops their conversation and looks at Shay and myself, I smile at everyone and they begin talking again.

‘You okay?’ Brad whispers into my ear, the closeness of his body to mine sends shivers through me. I turn my face towards him so we’re face to face, extremely close I may add. I smile and nod at him, lightly kissing his lips, but lingering for longer than he expected making him smile.

‘They’ll come around.’ He says, talking about the fans.

‘I hope so, it would make things a lot easier you know.’ He kisses my hand and continues with his meal. The boys suggest that we all go back to theirs and have a few drinks. We’re all of legal age so why not, we can celebrate being able to go to America, and all finally being in relationships after a bumpy start for me and Brad.

When we eventually leave the restaurant the fans have gone, I would assume they’ve gone home since it’s about 11pm. We get into taxis, Brad, Angie, Tris and myself in one, Con, Shay, Charlie and James in another. Driving back to the boys apartment goes by in a flash as I lay my head on Brad’s shoulder and listen as he sings the songs on the radio. His voice is so beautiful, maybe one day he’ll be singing lullabies to our children. Woah Bella, calm down, bit far in the future there, but you never know.

When we arrive, the other taxi had already emptied out and we walk into the kitchen to find 8 wine glasses filled to the brim with red wine. My favourite. I have a feeling we may all get a little tipsy tonight. We sit on the floor in a circle with our drinks, the couples laying all over eachother, I’m sat up on one elbow, with Brad laying with his head on my waist, my other hand running through his hair as we all chat.

‘We should do truths.’ Tristan suggests, it would be a good way to get to know eachother better before we spend six weeks on the road. Everyone agrees and we begin going in a circle asking and answering questions. The boring ones start the round, ‘Favourite thing about –insert name here-’ etc. The questions everyone is happy to answer. As we begin to get more intoxicated however the questions get deeper and more personal.

‘Girls, name your favourite body part about your lad, excluding anything on his face, body parts only.’ Con pipes up. He’s become extremely confident since having some alcohol.