Apprentice (Bradley Simpson Fanfic)

twenty five

In my brain its 9:30AM right now, but my clock reads 4:30AM. Jet lag is a complete bitch, I’m wide-awake and Brad is sound asleep next to me. He’s been here long enough to adjust to the time difference; I on the other hand, have not. This is awful. I reach over to the counter and grab my phone; scrolling through twitter I see fans tweeting me about Brad, asking if I’m with him, asking him to follow them. I go onto Brad’s profile and look at the number of people he follows. In comparison to the other boys he’s following barely anyone, but in his defence he is pretty bad at using his phone, all the boys will agree that he doesn’t quite understand he concept of communication.

I walk around to the other side of the bed and grab his phone; I unlock it and go onto his twitter.

‘@TheVampsBrad: Brad’s asleep, but I have jetlag how about a follow spree on his behalf?’

Immediately tweets begin pouring in begging for follows, Brad doesn’t understand why his follow means so much to them, but I get it.

‘@TheVampsBrad: How about you send me a picture of your best Brad face and I’ll follow you back?’

This is going to make it more interesting for me, a wide range of faces erupt on the phone, hundreds of tweets fill his notifications and I begin to follow a few people. After about 15 minutes of following from the faces I begin just following people who are asking for their 1/5 etc. I go back onto their profiles to see their reactions to having ‘a Brad follow’. It makes me smile knowing how happy I’ve made these people. I’ve followed 400 people before I tweet again.

‘@TheVampsBrad: Thankyou for joining me whilst I had jetlag, I’m going to try and sleep again. Hope you got followed, will do it again soon maybe. Bella x’

I place the phone back next to Brad and attempt to get some sleep, I move closer to him getting comfortable before I slowly fall asleep. It feels like I barely close my eyes before Brad is moving next to me, getting up and ready for the day.

‘Good morning angel, how did you sleep?’ He says leaning over me and planting a kiss on my nose.

‘Shit, I was awake at half four. Like wide awake.’

‘Ah jet lags rubbish isn’t it, what did you do?’ I smile at him.

‘A follow spree. On your account.’ He pauses what he’s doing to look at me.

‘Really Bella? What on earth possessed you to do that?’

‘I don’t know, everyone was begging for a follow and I wanted to make some of them happy, they were you know. It made their day.’

‘Well if it kept you busy then it’s fine.’ He kisses my forehead before disappearing into the bathroom to get ready. I continue to lie in bed and check my phone. Texting my mum letting her know how I’m getting on in America. He strolls out several minutes later in his rolled up shorts and unbuttoned check shirt, very casual. I haven’t got any idea what we’re going to do today, I haven’t been given my list of things to do yet, but I’m sure it wont be long. Brad sits on the edge of the bed and puts on his trainers.

I lean up on my elbow and look at him.

‘Why are you dressed so casual, I know we’re in a hot city, but I don’t think the business people will appreciate you being dressed down.’ He smirks at me and crawls over so he’s sat in front of me.

‘We haven’t got any meetings today, we’re only here for a few more days so we’ve got the next few days off before we leave so we’re going on a walk today.’ That makes more sense, but walking when I’m this tired doesn’t sound like a good idea. Walking in general for me is a bad idea.