Apprentice (Bradley Simpson Fanfic)

nineteen

I slam the door open into my room and crash-land onto the bed. I don’t even try and hold back the tears and screams that are erupting out of my body. I’m angry, hurt, upset, tired, every emotion you can think of. I didn’t want to leave Brad; of course I didn’t I’m in love with him. It was the right thing to do; I can’t handle being the reason that the band potentially loses fans. I can’t handle the idea of Michael being annoyed at him for ruining the company. I can’t handle the idea of being in a relationship with him when I’m not beside him for six weeks. I don’t know what to do with myself, I’m in such a state, my breaths are rapid and out of pattern, I’m sweating, but I’m cold. I’m heartbroken, and I’ve got no one to blame but myself. I knew last night was the end, I knew it all along, but I was selfish and wanted pleasure for myself. I don’t know if I can even stay in London, work is going to be awkward, Michael isn’t going to trust me, everyone will leave for America and I’ll be alone. This has completely changed everything, I wish I could go back to how I felt last night, I had never been happier. Scary how quickly everything can change. I lay in bed, makeup staining my face as I continue to cry, I’m over tired and crying isn’t helping the headache pounding in my head right now. I need sleep. The thunderstorm outside keeps me awake, but not for long.

I’m woken up by a fist bashing on my door. I pull my limp body out of bed and use all my remaining strength to pull the heavy door open. Behind it is stood a sight that takes my breath away. Not for a good reason. Brad I stood there, his hair is undone, his clothes are soaked through, his white t-shirt, see through exposing his body, his face is still red. He’s still crying. He falls to his knees in front of me and wraps his arms around my legs.

‘Bella, please, please don’t walk away from me. I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t know what to do without you, I’m not happy when you’re not there.’ I fall to my knees and get on his level, moving his hair off his face he looks at me quickly before closing his eyes.

‘Bella, I’m begging you. Do not say this is the end.’ He opens his eyes, his face moves closer to mind, his hand finds its way up to my cheek.

‘I’m in love with you; you can’t leave me like this. I love you, I’m completely in love with everything about you.’ My mouth drops open, he loves me back. I’ve never seen him so emotional and vulnerable. I pull him up and shut the door, we’re standing face to face, I look into his dark eyes, and they’re so broken and unhappy.

‘I’m in love with you Bradley, one hundred percent.’ I smile for the first time in what seems like forever. He sighs a breath of relief, but I still don’t know what’s happening, it’s not fair to put this pressure on his career and all the boy’s lives just for our relationship. I can’t think about that for too long because Brad presses his lips against mine, soft at first but becoming more intense as it continues, his tongue finds its way into my mouth and roams around fighting with my own. It feels so right, kissing him, being with him. He pulls away and rests his head against mine, taking a piece of hair between his fingers and moving it around his hands.

‘Brad, I don’t know what to do. I’m not going to America, that’s six weeks away from you. Your fans already hate me; Michael will probably give me an awful reference. I should just go home and not bother.’ I let my head fall into my hands.

‘Hey, don’t talk like that Bella. You know the first thing I noticed about you, the very first thing. How passionate you were when you were speaking about your job and the career you want to do. That day you inspired to me to be more caring about what I’m doing. I’m not going to let you give up on this incredible opportunity because of one set back. I’m going to have a meeting with Joe later and see if he can coax Michael into letting you come. Your ticket is already in your name so it will cost the company more money to change that, plus Joe can keep an eye on us and make sure you’re working well. I made you a promise Bella, no matter what happens you are coming to America. I won’t let you stay at home alone.’ The determination in his face makes me feel better about the situation; he isn’t going to let this go. I walk into the bathroom and grab the complimentary robe from the hotel, I’ve never found a reason to wear it, but Brad might. I take his top off and he pulls off his jeans and slips into the robe.

‘Much better, thankyou.’ He kisses my temple and searches around the room before returning to the bed with my laptop.

‘Want to try and settle some issues the fans might have?’ I nod, but don’t completely understand what he’s insinuating.

He logs on to his twitter, sending out the tweet…

‘@TheVampsBrad: Hey guys, few things to clear up with you. Twitcam at 5pm sickkkkkk.’

‘We’re going to do a twitcam together okay, I’m going to explain who you are, truthfully, and ask them to be respectful. I want them to see how happy you make me.’ A smile tugs at my lips. We have half an hour until we have to do the twitcam, so I change my clothes into some leggings and my breaking bad t-shirt, I put my hair in a ponytail and reapply the makeup I cried off earlier.

The time has come, the views begin climbing on the live stream and Brad begins talking.

‘Is it working?... yeah it’s working. Hey guys, thought you guys might like a little update so here we are. I haven’t really got anything planned, maybe a Q and A or something.’ He looks at me cheerily, sensing my nerves and takes me hand between his own.

‘I’d like to introduce this lovely lady, this is Bella, and yes she is my girlfriend. Sorry to disappoint guys but I am no longer single. I am happy though, so please respect her, I think you might really like her if you take a minute to check out her FAN TWITTER ACCOUNT.’ He yells into the camera, making me cover my face in shame, all the fans are going to find my fan girl account, how embarrassing. I can see the comments whizzing past up the side of the video.

‘She’s pretty.’

‘How did you meet?’

‘I thought we were getting married’

‘Tell us about her’

‘Bella, why don’t you tell them a bit about yourself.’ He says directing me to talk to the laptop.

‘Um, well I’m 18, I’m going to uni in September to study management, I think Brad smells really bad and that’s about it really.’ I turn and smile at Brad as I finish my introduction.

‘She think’s I smell good really guys.’ I shake my head behind him at the camera; the views continue to climb as we begin our Q and A. That then leads to us making pancakes in the kitchen area of my hotel room. Brad manages to flip the pancake and is very smug with himself, I also manage to flip one, I stick my tongue out at him to show him he wasn’t that good if I could do it too. About an hour passes before he decides that it’s time to finish the twitcam.

‘Thanks for watching you guys, I’ll probably see you soon. We love you.’ He says before the video cuts out.

‘See it wasn’t too painful was it, they like you a lot more now you seem like a real person.’ He jokes flicking through the TV channels, once he’s decided on Friends we sit for hours watching episode after episode. He gets up to leave for his meeting with Joe.

‘Wish my luck, I’ll call you tomorrow and see if anything’s changed. I promise I’ll try my hardest for you babe.’

‘I don’t doubt for a second that you will, I love you.’

‘I love you too.’ He shouts back walking out of the room.

I check my phone and scroll through the many notifications telling me people had followed me. As I am sat on it I get a notification telling me Brad has tweeted.

‘@TheVampsBrad: Thanks for watching earlier guys, please be nice to Bella, I kind of like her a lot x’

I favourite the tweet before climbing back into bed, lets see what happens now.

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