MISSING YOU; Bradley Simpson

29.

EVELYN

A few days have passed by since my father left for good and I'm slowly returning to my old self again. I hang out with my friends more to take my mind off of the terrible events and write more. Brad and Faith have been the biggest help getting my mind off what happened. They never let me rest, I always had to play board games with them or something else.

"Dinner's ready!" Brad yells from the kitchen. Faith and I stop playing Monopoly and hurry into the kitchen to eat.

Even through dinner, these two keep talking to me and making me laugh. I guess they make the best cheer-up team in the world. I laugh as Faith rubs some sauce on her father's face, the curly haired boy making the funniest expression. God, I love them.

After dinner, Brad offers to wash the dishes. Faith goes back to her room to get ready for bed. I make my way back to the bedroom, too, searching through the closet. As a thank you gift to Brad, I thought it'd be nice to put on my sexiest lingerie and surprise him.

Once I find the lace material, I start taking off my clothes and putting on the lingerie. I lie down on the bed, waiting patiently for the curly haired boy to join me.

As Brad enters the room, his jaw practically drops to the floor. I bite my lip just to tease him even more and stand up from the bed. Brad slowly closes the door, watching me make my way over to him.

"What is this for?" he asks, resting both of his hands on my hips.

"Just a thank you gift," I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his soft lips into a passionate kiss.

We slowly make our way to the bed and I throw him down on it, climbing onto his lap and continue our kiss. I start unbuttoning his jeans and pull them down, moving my hips in a circle to tease him a little bit. He slides his fingers into my panties and tries to rub me, but I stop him.

"No, no! It's all about you tonight. You've done enough for me," I whisper in his ear, making him shiver everywhere. I pull his shirt over his head and throw it to the side. I slowly get on my knees in front of the bed and watch as Brad eagerly slides down towards me. I take off his boxers, wrapping my hand around him and moving it up and down. I start with slow movements that get faster and faster as he shows how much he enjoys this. I put him in mouth slowly and move my head up and down.

"R-Rub yourself f-for me," he stutters out between moans. I oblige, reaching down my panties and beginning to do as he said while I pleasure him. "F-Fuck," he watches me intently. I feel him coming into my mouth and I let go of him.

Brad instructs me to lie on the bed and tells me to continue rubbing myself. I close my eyes, imagining it's his hand and slowly reach my high as well.

"Thank you," he kisses me before lying next to me and cuddling me. I've never done this before to myself and it sure felt odd, but thinking it was Brad doing it all along made it less awkward. "You're the best, Evelyn. I can't wait to finally marry you."

"I can't wait, either," I smile up at him.

We lie like that for a few more minutes before I decide to get ready for bed. I take a hot shower, then pick up my laptop from the coffee table and head back to the bedroom. While Brad takes a shower, too, I look through the movies on Netflix and pick out a comedy one I know we'll both like. When he comes back, I start the movie and rest my head on Brad's chest, one of his arms wrapping around me.

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The next morning, I am woken up by the ringing of the doorbell. I attempt to tell Brad to answer it, but he is nowhere to be found. I groan, getting up from the bed and wrapping my sleeping robe around myself. I leave the room and go straight to the front door, opening it to find Kirstie standing there with a smile on her face.

"You're getting married tomorrow!" she announces, clapping her hands excitedly.

"I know," I nod, watching her with tired eyes. The blond girl walks past me into my apartment. "Where's Brad?"

"The guys took him out to breakfast as a bachelor party or whatever," she shrugs, dropping her bag onto the couch in the living room. "We're doing the same with you, so get dressed. I'll be waiting here," Kirstie opens up a magazine I left on the coffee table.

"I have no one to watch over Faith," I shrug.

"She can come with us," the blond girl smiles at me excitedly. She loves Faith.

I just nod and turn around to walk back to the bedroom and get ready. I pick out a simple outfit; bright blue skinny jeans, a black belt and a white long-sleeved shirt. Once I'm done, I walk into Faith's bedroom and wake her up. I dress the small girl and we go out into the living room. Kirstie jumps to her feet and immediately picks my daughter up into her arms.

I throw on my jacket and step into my boots, ready to go. Kirstie follows me into the hall with Faith in her arms and I lock the door behind us.

"I'll drive," the blond girl extends one hand for me when we reach my car in the parking lot.

"Why?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Because you don't know where we are going. It's a surprise," she states. I roll my eyes and drop the keys into her palm. I occupy the passanger seat and watch through the window as my blonde haired friend circles the car, sitting in the driver's seat. As soon as we both fasten our seatbelts, she starts the vehicle and drives off.

I watch in silence as we pass the rather busy streets of Birmingham. The snow has already disappeared, but the roads are still wet. The weather's getting hotter and hotter as we aproach spring, but staying true to the UK, not too hot. 

After about thirty minutes of driving, Kirstie stops the car in front of a house in the middle of nowhere. 

"Are you going to murder me?" I ask with wide eyes as my friend gets out of the car.

"Just come," she chuckles. I oblige, climbing out of the vehicle, taking my daughter with myself and following her inside the house. It's too dark to see and I jump a little when the lights suddenly turn on and everyone shouts 'happy bachelorette party', making me laugh afterwards.