Brads pov
We were all eating breakfast when Selma came in to tell us what we were doing today. So far America had been pretty cool, sold out shows and loads of fans. I had been worried we would have no fans here but we had more than I thought.
"Today you have an interview with New York Music Magazine. It's gonna be pretty much a normal interview if it goes to plan." she said. I finished eating and quickly got dressed.
"Brad, you first," called our new hair stylist. I didn't really like her but I think that's just because she replaced Sarah. She did the same thing with my hair as she always did, there was never any variation with her. And she'd stolen Tris' humidity spray.
"James next," she said. I shoved my hat on.
At the interview we were greeted my a girl about our age who was quite small but wore ridiculously high heels.
"Hi guys, sit down." she indicated to some bright orange beanbags.
"First question, who's the messiest?"
"Tris."
"Tristan or Brad."
"Me? Nah it's definitely Tristan" I said.
"Brad"
"Okay and who's the cleanest?"
"Definitely James," said Con. We all nodded.
"Yeah I get really OCD about mess," said James.
"Ok good, next question is who's single?"
"Tris and Connor are single. Brads, as most people know dating Sarah and I am with this girl called Tamara." said James. This was the first time he'd told like the public about Tamara.
"Oooo a new girl, more about that later then. Next question is who's the loudest?"
"Ok that's totally you Tris, don't even deny it." I said and the others all agreed.
"Ok fine I'm the loudest," he said.
"Good, good and finally what are all of your biggest fears?" she asked.
The boys all said things like spiders or heights but I was stuck. In the end I just said rollercoasters because how can I explain to them that my real biggest fear was that the girl I loved would fall in love with a French guy and forget all about me.
I had a text from Sarah waiting for me back on the bus.
Hey Brad,
Dad died just a few minutes ago. I know this means that I can come back but I think I'm gonna stay here for a while. I wish I could explain why but I don't really know why myself. I've managed to rent a room above a coffee shop for a bit.
Don't think I don't love you any less because that's not true, it's just that I some time to myself. I love you xx
After reading this I thought about it for a bit. She was choosing to stay away from me. She was actually choosing to be away from me. I had this thought with me and it kept me up at night.
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Knee Socks (BWS)
Fanfiction"She didn't look like the other girls, they all wore their socks at the ankles. If I'll remember one thing about this girl, it'll be her knee socks."