Apprentice (Bradley Simpson Fanfic)

thirty four

I am awoken by Brad ripping open the curtains in our room exposing me to broad daylight that is streaming through the window, along with waking me up it has simultaneously blinded me and made me even less likely to leave bed. I don’t remember coming into the room last night so I assume that Brad carried me in from the car, after our little ‘workout’ in the cupboard before the show last night I was pretty tired. I roll over and am greeted by Brad grinning at me from the other side of the room, he’s only wearing his boxers and I can’t help myself from sneaking glances down his toned body.

‘Morning sleepy.’ He says whilst climbing onto the bed, cuddling close to me and kissing my cheek.

‘Morning, what time is it?’

‘Like 11, you slept the whole car ride and didn’t even stir when I carried you in.’

‘I guess I was tired.’

‘No idea why.’ He winks and gets up, browsing through his suitcase full of clothes for todays outfit.

‘Why did you wake me up?’

‘We have a day off and we’re not wasting it, in case you have forgotten you leave in a few days and I want to spend time with you.’

‘Aw you cutie, what are we doing then?’ I ask finally climbing out of bed. 

‘I was thinking, maybe a picnic in the park with some drinks and food, which I didn’t make apologies but the kitchen facilities in hotel rooms can only go so far.’ He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder.

‘Sounds perfect.’ I turn around so I’m facing him and rest against his chest, taking in his familiar smell and feeling, his arms rest on my back whilst mine are around his waist.

‘I don’t want you to go.’ He whispers, barely audible.

‘Me either.’ I sigh.

‘I’m still pissed at Michael, he’s a prick for doing this, there was no need.’

‘Brad it’s been weeks since that happened, you need to chill. It’s only one week, you’ll be busy you probably wont even notice I’m gone.’ I look up at him half smiling, knowing that I’m in no way making him feel better.

‘I will notice Bella; it’s impossible not to notice you. You’re amazing.’ I roll my eyes, pushing him off me and walking into the bathroom to shower. When I climb out I wrap a towel around myself and another one around my hair and exit the bathroom. Brad is spread out on the bed on his phone; although he barely tweets that phone never leaves his sight. I sit cross-legged on the floor and begin traipsing through the remaining unworn clothes I have in my suitcase. Which is running low. I glance out the window to check the weather, cloudy. I pull out my black denim shorts, which are frayed at the bottom and my black tights, along with a thin long sleeve, white jumper. I begin walking towards the bathroom to change when Brad looks up at me.

‘You can get changed in here you know?’ I shuffle uncomfortably, I know I can but it’s still awkward, obviously we’ve seen eachother naked but it’s weird just changing in front of him when usually we’re about to have sex.

‘I know.’

‘I’ve seen it all before Bella, it’s not a bad view.’ He winks at me, and I continue to the bathroom. When I re-emerge 5 minutes later Brad is perched on the edge of the bed tying his shoes up, there is a basket next to him and a blanket. I lean against the doorframe and smile at the sight. 

‘What are you grinning at?’ he asks me.

‘It reminds me of our first dates, we had a blanket and we sat in a park, it seems so long ago.’