Apprentice (Bradley Simpson Fanfic)

eighteen

Now feels like a fabulous time to quote The Vamps lyrics…

‘Wake up in the morning with the sunlight in my eyes, no my head don’t feel so bright, what the hell happened last night?’

That pretty accurately represents how I’m feeling right now. Red wine hangovers are the worst thing imaginable and yet I continue to drink. I question this every time I wake up with a hangover. The light feels as though it is burning to my brain and singeing away brain cells. I’m such an idiot. I roll over to find Brad still fast asleep. A smile appears on my face as I recall the events of last night. It really was perfect. I close my eyes and begin to work my way through everything that happened. Some parts are blacked out from the alcohol but the main parts, I remember. As I am remembering my night with Brad, he begins to stir next to me, his eyes flutter open and he begins to rub them, I place my hand on his chest and kiss his cheek.

‘Good morning.’ I smile, unable to hold back how happy I am.

‘Morning beautiful.’ The look on his face matches mine.

‘Last night was perfect.’ He says taking my hands between his and kissing my forehead.

‘I know.’ I say returning the favours. I can’t believe it still, I actually had sex with Brad, he made me feel comfortable and safe. I hope it was as good for him as it was for me. From what was coming out of his mouth it was just fine.

‘Does your answer from last night still stand?’ I look at him confused by this random question, I don’t remember all of last night so who knows what I said.

‘Your favourite part of me, excluding my face. Does it still stand.’ Instantly I remember when he is referring to and bite my lip looking him up and down. He’s still completely naked next to me.

‘One of my favourite things, yes. That answer still stands correct.’ He laughs and fist pumps the air, clearly proud of his achievement.

‘What else then?’ He stares deep into my eyes.

‘I like everything about you Brad, your eyes, your eyelashes, you nose, your mouth, your smiles, your hair, you body, you style, how happy you make me, just everything.’ He moves his body closer to me and pulls me into a tight hug.

‘I feel the exact same baby.’ He kisses my nose before jumping out of the bed. He stands with his back to me exposing his ‘ghetto booty’, I shuffle over in the bed and slap him bum, making him jump. He turns and gives me look of death before smiling at me and disappearing off into the shower. I’m so happy with my life right now, I had no idea any of this would happen when I came for a summer job. Brad’s phone begins ringing next to me, I ignore it obviously because it’s not mine, but when it ends, it immediately begins ringing again and again. For ten minutes it continues to ring and hang up. Who needs his attention that badly. I look on the screen and it’s Michael, this cannot be good.

Brad calmly walks out the bathroom, a towel around his wait and his hair undone, he looks good, but now’s not the time.

'Um Brad, Michael ‘s been ringing your phone, pretty excessively. It must be urgent.’

He picks his phone up and rings back Michael’s number.

‘Hey Michael.’ He says cheerily but his face drops at the response.

‘Yep, okay I understand. Yeah I will. Okay. Bye.’ I look at him concerned.

“We both need to go to Michael’s office as soon as possible.’

Shit, this is going to be about us being together, and about being in public together. This isn’t going to go well I can already sense it. Brad looks nervous as he runs around his room grabbing pieces of clothing. I put on my clothes from last night; they’re going to have to do until I can change at mine this afternoon. Brad grabs his keys and walks out the door, he doesn’t talk the whole way to the office, I know he’s scared about what’s going to be said. Before we’re too close I stop him, holding onto his shoulder.