Coffee Cups and Onion Rings || Brad Simpson (The Vamps) Fanfiction

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I just wish that there is someone out there who understands me.

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"So, Pops, care to explain what happened last night?" Brad said when the old man finished his food, then Noah's grandfather sighed a little.

"Well, it all started when I was thirsty. I stood up from my bed, walked downstairs to get some water, and when I opened the fridge, I just blacked out. I barely had time to click my pager," Noah's grandfather said, then Brad, who was sitting on the chair next to him, held his free hand gently.

"How did I get here?" Noah's grandfather said, then Brad looked at Noah, who sat at the far edge of the room, before clearing his throat.

"Noah heard your glass shattering to the ground, then she immediately investigated what happened. She checked if you had a pulse, and when she found a weak one, she rushed you here. She called me when they brought you in," Brad said, then Noah's grandfather looked at Noah, who gave him a small wave.

"Why didn't you call the emergency number instead? It would have been easier for you," Noah's grandfather said, then Noah shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know what it is," Noah said, then Brad's eyes widened. Noah was quick enough to catch his expression, however.

"What? All I know is the number back home. This is a completely different country from mine, if I have to say it again," Noah defended herself, making her grandfather laugh.

"She got that from her father," Noah's grandfather said, making Noah smile at the thought, since it was true. After a while, they heard a knock on the door, then a doctor came in.

"Oh, is this a bad time?" The doctor asked, then Brad shook his head no as he stood up from his seat.

"It's fine, Doc. We can have a word outside," Brad said, then the doctor smiled at Brad before they both left the room. When the door was closed, Noah's grandfather looked at Noah, then he smiled as he pointed to the chair where Brad used to sit.

"Can you please come here, Noah?" Her grandfather pleaded, then she stood up from her corner and sat down on the chair where Brad used to sit. Her grandfather then reached out for her hand, which she gave, then he held it dearly.

"Thank you. You saved me," he whispered, making Noah shake her head.

"No, I didn't. I just, did what I had to," Noah said, then her grandfather chuckled a little.

"Oh, Kathy. Don't invalidate your actions. Thanks to you, I'm here. Thanks to you, I feel much better now. Thanks to you, pinky still has a job," her grandfather joked, making Noah laugh as she remembered what Brad was wearing.

"Look, about the past few days," her grandfather started, but Noah stopped him before he could go any further.

"No, grandpa, stop. It's okay. I'm fine," Noah said, then her grandfather shook his head.