Bradley Simpson Imagines

Football game Part One

„Brad and the boys playing a football game tonight at the park pitch!" Your best friend says excitedly over the phone. „We totally have to go!" You laugh with her and agree. „What time does it start?" You ask, hoping it's sooner rather than later. „Six I think" She says unsurely. But oh well, as long as you're there to see him in an adorable sportswear it doesn't matter if you're early. You best friend says goodbye and tells you to meet at the park. „Be ready for some major cuteness". When you arrive at the park, the only thing on your mind is figuring out where Brad is. But before you manage to find him, you see your best friend flagging you down from the mostly empty bleachers in front of the batting cage. You sit with her, and the two of you talk about how cool it is to see so many people they know on one team. In the distance, you see Brad and the other team members walk onto the pitch and begin warming up. Brad spots you on the bleachers and a wide smile spreads across his face. „Oh my god! He's totally staring at you!" Your best friend squeals beside you. Though you hope she's right, you try not to get your hopes up. As the game progresses, Brad isn't doing too well. He's already struck out once and the other times he's gotten out on second base. During the change of sides, you hear his other team-mates teasing him. One of them in particular says: „Maybe you should kiss her for good luck." You go against what you had earlier tried not to do and get your hopes up, blushing at the thought of him kissing you. As your cheeks turn red, he looks at you while some other guy whispers in his ear, you can't help but hope it's something in relevance to what they said earlier. All your hopes come true as Brad approaches the batting cage while the other team is getting a pep-talk from their round and jolly-looking coach. „(Y/N), can you come here for a sec?" He asks, his melodious voice echoing in your head. Your best friend squeezes your arm and tries to retain her excitement, upon release you answer him, rising and stepping forward.  „Uh, sure!" You say, trying to sound 'cool'. You make your way down the bleachers and meet him by the batting cage. „I'm sure you've noticed, I've kind of been sucking tonight..." „Whaaat?" You say sarcastically, causing him to smile widely again. „Anyways, I was wondering..." he breaks eye contact, looking at the ground below with a slight grin and a tiny blush on his cheeks. He interwines his fingers into yours, as he finishes what he was going to say. „If you could maybe give me a good luck kiss?" He says bashfully. You smile at him and nod while you lean in slowly. Catching your lead he leans in too, and your lips meet in a hole in the batting cage. The two of you kiss softly and slowly, not caring about the people that might be watching (Which you figured was basically everyone at this point). As the two of you part, you smile at each other, hearing people whistling in the background. „Better?" You ask. „I feel like a winner now" He says, winking. You turn away and head back up the bleachers, your friend laughing maniacally at your side.