Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

THIRTY EIGHT

~*Becky's POV*~

Today is Brad's 19th birthday and if my memory serves me correctly, he is in Arizona. Joe has organised for me to surprise Brad by flying me over for a few days.

I am currently on the plane and about to land in Arizona.

From what I've been told, the boys are doing an interview at a nearby radio station, so Joe will pick my up from the airport and I'll surprise Brad by waiting for him on the bus.

I collect my holdle and exit the plane along with everyone else and make my way to the luggage carecel.

" Becky!" I hear Joe call from behind me.

I turn around to find Joe jogging towards me. I smile and we give each other a one armed hug.

I watch as my case approaches us. " How are you?" I huff, visibly struggling to tug my case off the belt.

" Here. Let me." I step back and Joe takes my case, placing it on the floor for me.

I thank him and we head towards the exit, conversting all the way.

We hear screams and see the fans as we near the doors.

" Shit... they must have followed me." Joe groans.

The police are trying to calm them and keep them at bay. Two of them are waiting for us just inside the doors.

" Lets just get this over and done with." I pull my shades down over my eyes and Joe takes me hand, in a friendly way to help to through the mob.

The doors open and my ears burst. One officer goes out in front of Joe, with me trailing behind and the other officer behind me. I feel bad and take a few pictures with some of them, but then the baby turns into the karate kid and I feel myself cramping up.

Joe turns in shock when I stop moving and groan in pain, doubling over.

He takes my case and shoves it at the officer behind me.

" Take this and meet us at the van!" He shouts.

Joe grabs my thighs and pulls me up onto his back and pushes through the mob as fast as he can.

We make it out alive and rush towards the van, one officer in front of us and the other a little further back with my case. I face balls up and I bury my face in the crook of Joes neck as my stomach loosens up and contracts again.

We must have reached the van, as the next thing I know, I'm sat in the passenger seat with Joe stood in front of me looking terrified, holding a bottle of water.

" Here. Drink." He instructs. I take the bottle and sip at it slowly.

I shove the bottle back at Joe and jump out the van as I chunder everywhere, bringing the water back up, along with my breakfast and the coffee I had before take off.

Joe rubs my back as I cough up the rest. The second officer turns up with my case and I reach for my holdle. Joe sits me back in the van and takes my holdle.

He pulls out about 6 boxes of pills. " Which ones?"

" Mefamenic acid. White box. I need 2." I whisper.

Joe gives me the bottle back and opens his hand, exposing two huge yellow pills. I take them at the same time and wash them down with the water.

" Come on," Joe sighs. " Let's get you to the bus."

I swivle round and put my belt on. The first officer shuts my door. I lay my head back against the head rest and close my eyes. I hear Joe's door shut and he rubs my leg before I feel the vehicle start moving.

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I wake up, I presume, on the bus, in a very cramped dark area. I blink rapidly, allowing my eyes to adjust to my surroundings.

" Hey, baby." Brad smiles down at me. He's laying on his side, propped up on his elbow laying there in nothing but his blue check PJ bottoms. He pushes some stray hair from my face and bends to kiss my forehead.

" I was meant to surprise you." I moan, pissed that the plan didn't go, well, to plan.

Brad chuckles. " You did surprise me, baby. You should have seen my face when I came back to find you asleep in my bed."

I smile. " Did you have a good day?"

" My day has been brilliant, thank you. Even more so now I have my two favourite girls with me." Brad smirks.

I giggle and Brad chuckles at me.

" Joe told me what happened at the airport."

I fall silent and my face drops. " Mum says it's because of miscarrying Charlie. She said she had the same thing. She said she had it for every pregnancy but mine. And she lost every baby but me." And I start crying uncontrolably.

Brad pulls me into his chest and holds me tight. " Everything's gonna be alright, Becky."

We lay there for a while, tangled up in each other while I cry and get it all out of my system.

" Bradley?" I choke on my words.

" Yes, Rebecca?"

" Sing to me."

Brad smiles softly at me and props his head up with his hand, leaning on his elbow. I snuggle into his chest and look up at him.

He starts singing 'Life of the Party' by Shawn Mendes as he knows it's my favourite and I always cry while listening to it.

Brad repeatedly brushes hair and tears from my face while singing.

By the time he's finished singing, I have no more tears to cry and I'm drained.

" Sleep now, baby girl." Brad tells me.

" Don't leave me." I beg.

" I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna stay here with you all night. Pinky Promise." He holds out his pinky and I giggle as I link mine with his.

I pull the covers up to my neck and Brad pulls the curtain over our bunk, sealing it at both sides before laying down next to my and pulling me close.

" By the way," I whisper." Happy birthday, baby."

Brad kisses my ever so gently before whispering his thanks and we fall asleep in each others arms.

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Hey guys, I'm incredibly sorry it's taken me so long to update and that this chapter is so short but I've been quite ill recently and I haven't been able to find the motivation to write.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and I would love to hear some feedback.

Lots of love