You're just lying in your bed and watching a new episode of your favourite series as you hear noises from your window. You press pause and look back at the window. Suddenly you see little stones pounding against it. "What?" Confused you get up and look out of your window. Brad. "What are you doing here?" You whisper, because you don't want to wake up your parents. "I wanted to see you." He shrugs. You roll your eyes. "You know that there is this invention called phone, you could have just messaging me instead of scratching my window with this stones. "I did, but you didn't answer, so you're coming out?" Brads asks smirking. Laughing, you shake your head. "I'm just changing my clothes." You close the window and change your clothes. It's not the first time you sneak out at night, just like Brad. Actually, you make it constantly. You take your phone and see that Brad was right he wrote you a few times. You write 'On my way' and put it in your jacket pocket and then go to the window. You open your window slightly, so you can sneak in later, then you try to get past the bedroom of your parents quietly and go down to the front door, which you close quietly behind you. You walk over to Brad, who pulls you at your waist to himself and kisses you passionately. "I've missed you." He whispers on your lips, which he kisses softly again, before he turns around and open for you the passenger door like a gentleman, so you can get into the car. "Where are we driving to?" You ask, while Brad starts the engine. "To our place." He smiles at you with his cutest smile before he concentrate on the street. You and Brad start dating three years ago, before that you were best friends. Your parents never loved the friendship between you and Brad and when they got to know that you two were more than just friends, it only got worse. They forbidden you to meet with him, but of course you don't listen to them and you meet each other secretly. "We're arrived." Brad smiles before he gets out and comes to you to open the door for you, after you get out, he takes your hand and intertwined your fingers. Although it's 3am in the morning, you're not afraid because with Brad you feel safe. Brad turns on his flashlight on his phone and carefully you walk through a small forest to your favorite spot. Behind the forest is a small park with a lake, it's beautiful. In the middle of the meadow Brad puts out a blanket. You lie down and watch the stars. "This is one of my favorite things we do, just sneak out spontaneously at night, come here and watch the stars and nobody comes between us." He smiles down to you. Your head is on his chest and you just look at him and nod. Suddenly he starts to tickle you. "Brad..stop...I can't...breathe.." You stutter. Brad is over you, so you have no chance against him. "BRAD!" You laugh but you try to stay serious. "Only if you kiss me." He smirks. "No." He's just about to continue when you stop him. "Okay, okay, I give up." You barely can't breathe, which is why you give up. He bends down to you and puts his lips to yours. A tingling goes through your body, it always feels like fireworks. "I wish everything could be as easy as it is now." You whisper, when he pulls away. Brad lies back down and looks at you for a long time, he looks at you as if he's thinking about something. "It could be like this." You look at him confused. "What do you mean?" "Why don't we runaway?" He asks. You're not sure if he's serious or not, he face is serious, but his lips show a smile. "Are you serious?" You asks. "I'm serious." He answers as if it was nothing big. You're surprised and don't know what to say, that's why you're just staring at him. "Look I know that's not easy to decide, that's why you don't have to answer right away, but just think about it, okay?" He smiles and gives you a kiss on the forehead. You still don't know what to say, so you both keep watching the stars in silence but in your head it is anything but silence, there are thousands of thoughts.

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Bradley Simpson Imagines
FanfictionJust a girl who's writing her imagination. Published these Imagines on my Instagram account @textingwithbrad