MISSING YOU; Bradley Simpson

5.

EVELYN

"Please don't do this," I plead quietly to Faith while I'm trying to calm her down.

"Everything okay in there?" I hear Brad's voice coming from the other side of the door and I panic.

"Yeah, everything's fine," I respond. Faith finally calms down and falls asleep in my arms. I put her back in her crib, leaving the room.

"Anastasia is with you?" Maggie asks to save the situation.

"Yes," I nod, shooting her a thankful look. She just smiles at me as we make our way back to my living room, sitting back on the couch.

We sit in silence for a few minutes before I ask if any of them would like something to drink or eat. Brad denies politely, but Maggie asks me to bring her a glass of water. I walk into the kitchen, letting out a sigh of relief. I pour two glasses of water and return to the living room, finding Maggie and Brad engaged in a conversation. I hand my ex roommate her glass and sit back down next to Brad, listening to the two.

"And when are you leaving for tour?" Maggie asks Brad.

"Next year," the boy answers. "We already toured a lot this year," he ads.

"I have some news by the way," Maggie grins at both of us.

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows, waiting for her to tell us.

"I'll tell you at dinner," she stands up, placing the now empty glass on the coffee table. I stand up too, knowing this is a sign that she's leaving.

We walk to the front door and say goodbye. Maggie tells me she'll text me later before walking out to the hallway and towards the elevator. I close the front door, walking back into the living room and looking at Brad.

"So, um... how's writing?" he asks, looking up at me.

"I'm almost finished with my new book," I smile, sitting down.

We stare at each other for a few seconds before Brad turns his body completely towards me and presses his lips against mine. It takes me by surprise, but I eventually kiss back, wrapping my arms around his neck while his snake around my waist and pull me onto his lap. I move my hips as we kiss, making him groan in pleasure. I shouldn't forgive him so easily, but I can't help it. Brad has the same power over me as he did two years ago. I don't think I will ever stop loving him.

"I missed you so fucking much, Eve," he mumbles against my lips.

"I missed you too," I smile, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

When I undo the last button, Brad takes the shirt off in a hurry and pulls mine over my head, throwing it onto the floor.

"Have you been working out?" he asks, looking at my stomach.

"Yes," I chuckle.

We continue kissing and I start moving my hips again, this time feeling how hard he is. I moan as Brad bites down on my lip and starts kissing down to my neck, finding my sweet spot. One of his hands goes down and starts rubbing me through my jeans and I bite my lip to not moan too loudly and wake Faith up. In a swift move, Brad lays me down on the couch and hovers over me, attacking my neck again. This time, he goes further down, stopping just above my bra. He makes sure to leave a mark before kissing down my stomach, stopping above my jeans. He looks at me for approval before getting it and unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down on my legs. As he starts kissing me again, I unbutton his jeans as well and he pulls them down, taking a wrapper out of a pocket before throwing it away. He unclips my bra, taking one breast into his mouth while massaging the other. I moan, tugging on his curls.

After his done sucking on both of my boobs, he takes off my panties and slides his boxers down. Brad takes the wrapper in his mouth, opening it and sliding the condom on. My eyes roll back into my head when he pulls into me and I moan continuously when he thrusts slowly.

"Faster," I moan, opening my eyes.

"No, I want to enjoy it," he groans.

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"Are you hungry?" I ask, shivering slightly as Brad runs his finger down on my arm.

"Nah, I had a pretty nice lunch," he smirks down at me. I giggle, hitting his arm playfully.

I sit up on the couch, pulling the blanket with me. I pick up my clothes and walk into my bedroom. I toss my clothes into the laundry basket in my room and walk into my closet, choosing a new outfit for the rest of the day. When I'm done dressing up, I go back to the living room to find Brad already fully dressed.

"We should leave, the others are already on their way to the diner," he says. I nod, texting my brother if he could watch over Faith. He immediately texts back, saying yes.

"Could we please wait for my brother to pick up... Ana?" I ask, biting my lip.

"Sure," Brad nods.

In just a few minutes, my brother rings the doorbell and I let him in.

"Okay, so I told Brad Anastasia is with me so he won't be suspicious. Please play along," I whisper pleadingly.

"Okay," Tim smiles understandingly.

We walk towards Faith's room and he greets Brad as we pass the living room. Then it hits him and he stops me in the hallway of my apartment, turning me to face him.

"What is he doing here? Is that a hickey on your neck?" he gasps, pushing my hair away from my neck. I bite my lip, nodding. "Whoa, did you guys make up?"

"Kind of. I don't know," I shrug.

We continue our way to Faith's room. Tim starts packing a bag with her things and I watch in surprise. I expected him to stay here until I come back from dinner, but I guess he has other plans. When he's done, he smiles at me and we go outside.

"Thank you for watching over Ana," Tim says, playing along. I shoot him a thankful smile as we walk to the front door, making sure Brad doesn't see much of Faith's face. They look so much alike, he'd immediately find out my secret.

"Anytime," I say before Tim leaves with my daughter in his arms.

I pick up my purse and wait for Brad to slip on his shoes so we can go. When he does so, we leave my apartment and I lock the door, following him to the elevator.

"Now that I think about it... I could go with a little dessert," Brad smirks, pressing me up against the elevator's wall.

"Okay, you'll get your dessert after dinner," I chuckle, pushing him away. He groans, but still smirks.

The doors to the elevator open and we step outside. To my surprise, Brad takes my hand in his and intertwines our fingers. This makes my heart flutter and I feel those stupid butterflies in my stomach, like I'm back in highschool.

We leave my apartment complex with our hands intertwined and walk towards his car. I sit in the passenger seat and buckle myself up as Brad starts the vehicle and drives off. I turn on his radio, switching through the stations until I find a song I like. I start quietly singing to the lyrics, but stop when Brad puts his hand on my thigh. It's not even a sexual gesture, he used to do this all the time. This is just a sign of affection from him.

I continue to sing quietly with a stupid grin on my face, placing my hand atop of Brad's.

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A/N: sorry if there are any mistakes, i didn't edit it.