Even If It Kills Me (One Direction and The Vamps Fan Fiction)

Chapter 29

Cat's POV

"WE HAVE BEEN THE VAMPS, AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU HAS BEEN AMAZING!!! GOODNIGHT!!" Brad yells to the crowd as all The Vamps members make their way off stage.

I've been from backstage watching the show the whole time. Some stage crew members run past me and begin to change the set for One Direction to perform.

Connor, Tristan, and Brad all high five each other and look very pleased with their show. James's fake smile fades as soon as he's off stage and he sadly walks toward the dressing rooms. I catch up to him.

"Wait, James!" I say.

"Yes?" He asks.

"Aren't you gunna stay for the show?"

"No. I'm going back to the hotel, none of these guys want to talk to me anyway." James says sadly. I frown.

"I guess if you insist on going you can, but I think-" I try to convince James to stay, but he's gone before I get the words out.

I feel bad for James, everyone is mad at him because of the Katie situation. I was very mad at him too and I have to admit what he did was pretty bad, but he was crying on my shoulder about it a few hours ago so I still want him to be understood. I have to find a way for everyone to see he may not be as bad as they think. But I also don't want to create more drama.

At this point a very sweaty Brad with wet curls runs over to me.

"CATNIP!" He yells excitedly, using the nickname he gave me.

He throws his arms around me like he hasn't seen me in months, I just saw him before he went on stage.

"Ewww, you're all sweaty, get off!" I laugh and try to get out of his hug.
He refuses to let go.

"I missed you!" He says, ignoring my request to be let go. He smashes his cheek against mine, squishing my face.
He finally let's go after a few seconds of face smushing.

"You're hair looks very nice right now." I say sarcastically, running my hand through it. It's unbelievably wet, I wipe all the sweat from it on my shorts. "That's disgusting." I add.

Brad chuckles "Sorry, I worked really hard out there." He says.

"I know you did, I saw you running and twirling around like a five year old. Glad you had fun though." I put my arms around his neck. He smiles and kisses me.

"OOOOOO, CAN I BE THE BEST MAN AT YOUR GUYS' WEDDING?!?!?" Tristan yells from the other side of the room.

Brad and I pull away and laugh. Then the sound I'm very very used to at this point, teenage girls screaming, is heard as the One Direction members walk on stage. I barely even notice though as Brad kisses me again.

"I never get tired of kissing you everyday," Brad states after we pull away again.

"You've only been kissing me for like three days!" I laugh.

"Still not tired of it," he quickly pecks me on the lips again and then rests his forehead on mine. "I really need a shower, I'm so gross right now," he says quietly with a laugh.

"Yeah, I know!" I giggle.

"Wanna hang out after I do? In my room?" He asks.

"Yeah, sure." I agree, there will be plenty of chances to see One Direction on tour, I don't need to stay for every show they perform.

We leave the venue and go back to the hotel. I wait in my room while Brad showers and go to his room once he's done.

"I was gunna rent a movie, sound good?" Brad asks.