The One - Bradley Simpson Fanfiction

Chapter 15 - Under the Mistletoe

The year went by and soon it became December. As usual, it was bitterly cold in England, but still didn't snow. Lights went up on houses, trees were decorated and presents started to fill under the trees.

Brad came to visit my family, as we were planning on spending Christmas together.

"What a year, hey?" 

"I don't want to think about half of it," I joked.

I was holding a Christmas ball that night (21st December), and had invited the boys along because we hadn't all been together for a good few months.

People rushed around the house to make it look perfect, whilst I had my hair curled and make - up done. I was wearing a long, pale pink dress by Sherri Hill. Finally, I was adding a pair of nude heels to the outfit, before I was ready.

"You look gorgeous," Brad said, kissing my shoulder.

I smiled, laughing.

The guests started to arrive and flooded the house.

I went over to Tristan as we hadn't spoken in a while.

"Hi!" I said.

"Hi," he said, kissing my cheek.

"How've you been?"

"Good, and yourself?"

"Good, thank you."

We stopped to chat for a while, whilst one of the girls from management talked to us. I often caught Tristan looking at my bare shoulders, curious as to what was going on, but said nothing of it.

"Guys, there's mistletoe above you... you know what that means!"

I gulped, looking away from Tris.

"I have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, she does, Em," Tris replied.

"Go on, it's only a bit of fun! Nothing serious."

'Nothing serious.' The words echoed in my head. I thought of that night in the kitchen with Tris and how badly I had wanted to kiss him. I looked up to see him gazing at me.

I leant forward and kissed him, expecting it to be a peck. Instead, it lasted for a few seconds at least, before I had to force myself away from him, his hand making its way around my waist. Emily clapped and cheered, whilst I went running off.

The night went on and champagne was downed. I couldn't face talking to anyone else that night and went to stand outside to get some fresh air, clutching my glass. I hadn't seen Brad or the girls for most of the night, but noticed James making his way over.

He looked at me sympathetically.

"Don't!" I yelled.

He threw his hands up in defence and laughed. He sat down on the bench next to me and tapped it, inviting me over.

I sat there and sighed. Nothing would go my way.

"He's always going to love you, you know that. Brad, on the other hand, doesn't have a bloody clue how to treat a girl. I feel for you because you're stuck but you need to choose."

"I always thought, from the moment I saw Brad, he was the one. But I keep going back to Tris. Why?"

"It's called love." 

I threw my head down in shame.

"Find out who you love and everything will become easier."

I got up and went inside to the dinning room because Tristan was there. I whispered in his ear that I needed to speak to him. He followed me to my room upstairs and sat on the bed.

"What?" he asked.

"Be honest. Do you love me?"

"You know the answer to that."

"ADMIT IT," I yelled, slamming my drink down. "YOU'RE NOT MAKING THIS EASY FOR ME."

"Yes."

"Do you want to be with me?"

"Yes."

I dropped my drink and walked straight over to him, and without thinking, kissed him hard and passionate, because I wanted to be loved so hard myself.

Then, it is gentle, but captivating, a mixture of sweet root-beer and salty ocean water. Mesmerized lips press together time after time, transporting us to another world. Ragged breathing and dancing tongues bring a fiery heat to the cold ocean air. With just the two of us there, the rest of the world disappears. 

Desire ignites the world around us as we become lost in a sea of lust and love. It is a spicy, powerful combination that sends waves of passion crashing over us. The rest of the world is engulfed in our lustful burning flames as our kisses grow more urgent; rushes. 

He starts to undo my dress, my legs intertwining with his, causing them to heat up and give way. I bit my lip, begging for air, as soon we lay bare together, with only the heat of our bodies for warmth.

As our lips pull apart, a gentle breeze flutters over the flame extinguishing the desperate heat. Our breathing comes out in short, desperate gasps. The intensity has washed away. The rest of the world is slowly coming back into focus.

There was a loud beeping noise, something I couldn't stop. I turned my head to see a bright red light and some numbers, starting to become the focus of my observation. My alarm. I slammed my hand down on the snooze button and looked across.

"Morning," Brad said, kissing my forehead. "Had a good dream?"

I faintly smiled.

'Dream...' Was it all just a dream?

"Brad, what's the date?"

"21st December, why?"

"No reason," I gulped, dreading what may come.