The Vamps Oneshots/Songfics Book.

Songfic #2 - Gone (Brad)

~ I advise listening to the song (Gone - Ebony Day) as you read, there's a link in the sidebar if you need it xx ~

The door to the two story starter home swung open, and Brad shuffled inside, dripping from head to toe. His red-rimmed eyes were pouring with tears, he was far from okay. Chloe followed him inside, tears streaming from her own eyes, and sobbing so much there was no chance of controlling it.

“I just want the pain to go away” Chloe shrieked through her sobs, before curling up in the corner of the room with her knees to her chest.

After the night of tense waiting in the hospital, neither half of the couple got any sleep, and in the end it was a fruitless endeavour. They returned home with the same quantity of people they left with – just the two of them.

Brad had no idea how to comfort Chloe, or if he even could at all. He needed comforting himself, but if he wasn’t the rock in the relationship, nobody else would be. He turned to look at his girlfriend, who was still sobbing erratically, but was now rubbing her stomach where the now empty bump resided.

“Chloe, maybe we should get something to eat, your choice of takeaway” he said softly as he walked over and sat opposite his girlfriend.

“He was right here, yesterday” Chloe mumbled, looking up at the ceiling then down at her stomach.

Brad swallowed back the lump in his throat, and kept his gaze firmly on Chloe, determined not to break down again, although inside he was just as bad as Chloe.

“And where is he today? Tell me where he is, Brad. Please” she prompted, causing Brad to feel as if he was walking on extremely fragile eggshells.

“He’s… he’s gone” Brad muttered quietly, as if the almost inaudible tone of his voice made the statement any less of a reality.

Chloe let off another batch of sobs, and for once Brad didn’t set off to comfort her, didn’t set to cradle her in his arms.

“Maybe it’s us” he stated, tone of voice as sturdy as a rock.

“What do you mean” Chloe replied, wiping her eyes yet shifting her gaze to the wooden floor of the living room.

“Maybe it’s us. Maybe we’re not meant to be together, maybe we-“

“Don’t say it Brad, please” Chloe begged, her voice as shaky as her hands. Usually, she would’ve laughed at the pathetic movie character saying the same thing, but somehow it wasn’t a cliché when happening in real life.

“But what if it us, Chloe? If we were meant to be together, like really, meant to be together, why did this happen to us?” Brad began, his voice getting significantly louder with every syllable spoken.

Chloe couldn’t respond, couldn’t believe these words were coming out of his mouth. She could only stare, and pray that he would see the true side of things.

“After all the months of trying and trying and trying, we were both fine, that’s what they said. And when it finally happened, our miracle baby, it was the best damn thing in my life. Why did this have to happen? To me? To us? If we were meant to be, like all that soulmate stuff we see everywhere, this wouldn’t have happened, it just wouldn’t” by the end of the speech he had ended up the way he started, in a crumple on the floor with his voice barely even a whisper.

He sat with his head in his hands for a few minutes, until his sobs had died down in volume and his breathing was somewhat manageable. He then focused on Chloe’s sobs, and how they didn’t change in volume, pitch or quantity. Every so often, he would hear his name in the undertone of a sob, occasionally in the context of a prayer.