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

twelve (trigger warning)

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The past is the past, but I don't want to let go...not yet, at least.

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Noah never went out of her room since what happened last night.

When she woke up, she wasn't in the mood to sit up and go downstairs for breakfast. What made matters worse is that Brad and her grandfather tried to knock on her door to check up on her, but she would lie and say that her period just came, and that she is in pain because of the cramps.

Brad knew better, however. When he brought her a bottle of hot water and some painkillers to ease the pain, he knew that there was something wrong. For starters, she was still wearing the clothes she was wearing yesterday when she took him home.

It's as if her life was put on pause, and she's forced to stay in her place as the world continued to turn. She knew that she was wasting time, but, at the same time, she didn't care. She just wanted to be invisible and to fix everything that went wrong.

"Is everything okay, Noah?" Brad asked the girl, who just nodded her head as she lied flat on her bed.

"Yes. I'm just tired," Noah said, then Brad nodded his head, leaving the room after a short while. She started to sob to herself uncontrollably as scenes from the dreaded day started to flash in her mind, and there was no stopping it.

Slowly, her chest constricted as more tears poured down from her eyes, every drop symbolizing the amount of pain that's still planted in her heart and soul. Ever since that day, she would smile and laugh, but she never felt truly happy. The only reason why she keeps hanging on is because of her art, which has been keeping her sane for how many years now.

After staying in bed the whole day, she heard muffled footsteps outside of her door. She looked at the time and saw that it was time for her grandfather's nap, making her realize how long she has been lying down on her bed.

Just when her mind was about to flash another scene again, Brad knocked three times on the door before entering, then he looked at Noah as she pulled her blanket towards her.

"Brad, please, just go away," Noah said, but Brad did the opposite and instead sat down beside her, handing her the familiar box that she would bring out whenever she was stressed. Noah's heart started to beat quickly, seeing that it's what she has been craving for so long.

"How did you get them?" Noah asked Brad, who sighed.

"Come with me," Brad said, then he stood up and made sure that Noah was just right beside him as they went out of the house and walked further uphill, making Noah a little unsure.

They eventually reached a small clearing that was surrounded with trees. Brad removed his hoodie and laid it out on the ground, then he gestured Noah to sit beside him. Noah pulled a stick out, and, to her surprise, Brad did the same. She then lit her cigarette with her lighter, then Brad did the same after.

"I thought you don't smoke," Noah said to Brad, who chuckled as he smoothly blew the smoke away from her face.

"I do it occasionally. Just because I'm a health worker doesn't mean that I can't," Brad said, then Noah chuckled a little to herself.

"So, Bradley, what's your deal?" Noah asked, then Brad shrugged.

"Tristan told me about the time you met. I guessed that what you feel right now is similar, so I decided to sneak your cigarettes from Pops' bedroom and give it to you," Brad said, then Noah sighed.