The Vamps Prefrences

Bradley Simpson Imagine

Christmas.

Who doesn't love Christmas?

You usually love Christmas, but when you find out two weeks before the most exciting day of the year that your boyfriend of two years had been whoring around with a few random girls for the past six months, it's pretty obvious that you weren't all too excited for it this year and rather than staying with your ex boyfriend in America as previously planned, you were waiting to check in at the airport to go back home to England, to spend some quality, nuch needed time with your family to help get over some low life dude who was clearly never worth the two years you had together.

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"I just can't belive he done that, you know. I loved him. Well, I thought I did. I hate him." You cried on the phone to your best friend from home, Y/B/F/N, who attempted to comfort you but was failing miserably.

"He's just an idiot who punched way above his weight and you can do much better, Y/N. So, so much better."

"But why? I just want to know why? I'm meant to be spending Christmas here with him but istead I'm sat in an airport, crying my eyes out over some pig with random people looking at me, all while waiting for my flight to start boarding."

"Y/N, hun, he's not worth your time anymore. Forget about him. Go find some hot boy and join the mile high club because, well, you can." Laughing slightly while wiping away the final few tears from under your eyes you noticed an extremely good looking group of boys sat laughing and joking a few seats away from you, before replying.

"You know what, Y/B/F/N? I might just do that."

Saying your farewells and see you soons', your phone call ended and even though you still had a few tears in your eyes, you couldn't help but silently giggle at the advice Y/B/F/N had given you; 'Go find some hot boy and join the mile high club' - telling yourself that you would do just that, but only if you could find someone half decent and willing to do so.

After another ten minutes or so, the urge to have a pee occurred, meaning you had to walk past the group of boys without looking like a spanner with red puffy eyes, but nature called so you had to go.

Hauling you rather heavy hand luggage off the floor and flinging your handbag over your shoulder, you headed towards the ladies room, trying not to hit people on the way past, but that kinda failed when you hit one of the hot boys with curly brown hair over.

"Oh my gosh I am so, so sorry." You apologised, attempting to help him back up but not really helping at all, insteaf watching him get back on to his feet instead.

"Oh, no, don't worry love. It's fine." He smiled, showing off a pair of perfectly white, straight teeth that only braces could create. You blushed, clearly, he just called you love who wouldn't blush?

"Oh, okay. Sorry, again" You smiled, starting  off in the direction of the toilets one more.

"Wait," he called after you, causing you to turn around. "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You replied.

"Well, Y/N, my names Brad."

"Well it was nice meeting you, Brad. Sorry about the whole knocking-you-on-the-floor thing." You laughed.

"It was lovely meeting you too, Y/N. So anyway, where are you heading?"

"Um, the toilets." Brad just raised an eyebrow, chuckling at the same time.

"Well, I meant where you heading as in what country but okay." You went into severe blush mood right then and there.

"Of, of course. I'm going back home to England. A quick change of plans for the holidays I guess."

"So am I! I mean we.  My friends and I." He gestured overt to the group of boys be was previously with, laughing and joking around.  "And why the quick change of plans?" You thought for what seemed like a while although in reality it was only a few seconds before deciding to tell him.

"Well I found out that my boyfriend, I mean ex boyfriend, has been fucking a few random girls for the past few months so I thought I should leave and never go back." Smiling at the end Brad must have thought you were a complete weirdo with his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Seriously?"

"Yep."

"Is that why I saw you crying when you were on the phone earlier?"

"Yeah. Pathetic, I know. My friend was trying to cheer me up by saying that I need to gind someone hot and join the mile high club." You sighed as Brad smirked at you.

"Oh, right."

"Yeah. Anyway, I better go, I really need to pee."  Laughing as you walked away.

"See you around. Maybe." Brad said as you replied with a maybe in return.

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'Calling flight 327 to London Heathrow is now boarding.'

Time to go home.

Boarding the flight you felt empty, but you felt as if a weight had been lifted off you shoulders and that made you happy.

Finally taking your seat in the middle of the Virgin Atlantic plane you relaxed slightly, not expecting the person who did to come and sit next to you.

"Hello again, Y/N." Brad whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" You whispered in reply.

"Because I can. Anyway, you found anyone to join the mile high club with yet?" He asked, making you choke on the water you were taking a sip of, at his straight-forwardness.

"Um no. Not just yet."

"Hmm, okay." You just laughed.

-

Five hours into the flight you only had a couple of hours left, everyone seemed to be asleep apart from yourself and Bras who had getting to know each other a bit bettet and flirting every now and again.

"So anyway,"  you started, "do you have a girlfried or not?"

"Nope. I'm as single as a pringle and I'm readt to mingle." He laughed.

"Because that makea so much sense."

"It does, actually."

"Whatever Trevor." You replied before standing up to go to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Brad asked as you squeezed past him.

"To the toilet." You answered, leaving him in his seat as you went to release your bladder.

Just as you had finished washing your hands someone knocked on the door, opening it you saw Brad.

"Oh, did you need to pee? Sorry, I'm finished now." You said as he just kinda stared at you.

"No, I was thinking about joining the mile high club." He stated with a smirk before pushing you bavk into the toilet, him following behind and locking the door.

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Oh, hey again.