Forever and Always *EDITING* || b.w.s

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(Savannah's POV)

I woke up in my king sized bed and stretched. I looked to my left and Izzy was still sleeping even thought it was 1pm. I decided to go into the kitchen and get us breakfast/lunch to take back to my room.

I crawled out of bed and walked out my room and through the corridor but I stopped just outside the kitchen and hid behind the wall. My dad was talking on the phone to somebody and I could tell that, that somebody was Brad. I didn't hear Brad but I could hear my dad.

"I know you want to talk to her but I know for a fact that she doesn't want to speak to you"

Then a long pause.

"I don't know, I like you. You're a good guy, I know you weren't her boyfriend but you were ten times better than any boy she ever brought home. You two are on thin ice right now but do what you want, I can't assure you that everything will go well, but its your choice lad" and with that, the call ended and I walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Sav, d'you sleep well?" asked my dad as I walked straight to the fridge. Typical me.

"Er.. Yeah. I called Brad last night..." I murmured.

"And..?"

"He thinks I hate him.. Im just annoyed he didn't call me like he promised..."

"Yeah I know love, well hopefully things will take a turn for the best with you two" replied my dad which made me smile.

"Thanks dad, I hope so too..." I answered before I ended up just making two chocolate poptarts and getting two glasses of milk. Mmm.. Poptarts dipped in milk.

I took the breakfast tray upstairs and walked into my room, where strangely Izzy was already up, smiling at her phone. "First things first, I have food. Second of all, who are you texting?" I shrieked, clearly over excited because I thought Izzy had a boyfriend.

"YUM POPTARTS!" she exclaimed,grabbing one and practically demolishing it.

"You still haven't answered my question" I moaned, she was clearly avoiding the subject.

"That doesn't matter. What matters is, what are you doing tomorrow morning?" She asked.

"I have a day off work luckily, why?"

"Oh, just wondering.. Maybe we could have a movie day! I'll stay at yours tonight again then we start the day with just movies!"

"I guess we could, but we are not watching romantic films!"

"WHATEVER". We both just laughed and dipped our poptarts in milk until they were finished.

(Izzy's POV)

I woke up yawning and looked to see that Savannah wasn't beside me, probably went down to get breakfast.

I got my phone out and started browsing my instagram feed. Then, out of nowhere, I got a text from Brad Simpson.

'Hey Izzy, long time no speak, I know you probably hate me because I hurt Savannah but I really want her to forgive me and I need your help. I managed to get me and the boys tickets back to London, we are departing tonight and arriving tomorrow morning. I want to speak to her so I can explain because I love her. I always have and I think she is the only one to not notice that yet. Please help me, I need your help to keep her away from the city centre, I will be at her door at around noon, thanks x'

Wow.. Maybe Brad was actually a nice guy. He sounded as if he really wanted Savannah to forgive him. I guess it wouldn't hurt to help him and get them together. At least she wouldn't be depressed anymore.

'Sure Brad. She needs something or someone to put a smile on her face and hopefully that will be you. I'll keep her in the house for the day, see you soon ;) x' I replied, very happy that the boys would be back.

I've also missed them. Not as much as Sav obviously, they were all like a big family living next door to each other, but I missed them too. Especially James, I always thought he was cute.

"First things first, I have food. Second of all, who are you texting?!" shrieked Savannah who was standing at the door with poptarts and milk. Fuck.

"YUM POPTARTS" I exclaimed, grabbing one and eating, hopefully she wouldn't notice that I ignored her question...

(Brad's POV)

So I managed to get us and the boys tickets back to London. We are packing right now because our plane leaves New York tonight. I can't wait to see her.

We managed to earn quite a lot of money here and our fanbase has increased, but living in New York is a constant rush. I miss London, but I have to stay and live in NY. Thats what Joe says. Sophie's here too, she would be heart broken if I left...

"Hey, have you told Sophie where we're going?" asked Tris as he walked into our small music room in our apartment where I was currently writing a song.

"No.. I haven't even told her we're going. I'll tell her we're shooting the video for Can We Dance in the UK. She'll understand..." I murmured back.

"When are you going to tell her that your relationship is set up and that you don't really love her?"

"I don't know, I feel it would break her heart.. I don't want to do that to her. She really is a nice girl Tris, I just love Sav, not her, I always have" I said, deep in thought.

"Wait.. What?!" I heard someone exclaim. I looked up, and Sophie was standing there.

"How long were you standing there?" I asked, hopefully it wasn't too long. Then just like I expected, Tris left the room and I was alone with Sophie.

"I heard more than enough Brad! Why didn't you tell me that the relationship is all just a set up?! I would understand!" She shouted.

"I was going to tell you I promise.."

"Who's Sav and why are you going to the UK?"

"She's my childhood best friend, I've known her since nursery, then her, me and the boys moved to London together. She shared a house with her parents, next door to us. I just want to go see her, she's like a sister to all of us.."

"Oh.."

"I'm sorry but.. I still really love her. I didn't mean to hurt you and I hope you understand, I think it's best if we break up.." I said, scared of her reaction.

"No, I understand, I can tell you've always liked Sav, I wish you two luck, hopefully we can stay friends" she replied, hugging me. I was outright shocked. I was expecting a slap across the face to say the least.

"Thanks Soph, it means a lot.." I said and she walked out the room, took her stuff (Im expecting) and walked out the apartment. She didn't even slam the door.