"Paiiiiige! I might have accidentally spilt milk everywhere!" You groaned as you realized that you now had to get out of bed. Well, he'd done it - your one day off and Brad had made you wake up.
"Brad, how do you always manage this?" You complained, attempting to clear up the milky mess on the kitchen counter.
"I'm sowwy baby," Brad pouted. Although you were mad, that cheeky face always made your heart melt. You sighed, giving up.
"It's fine. What were you trying to do anyways?"
"Make you breakfast in bed, but it uh, kinda failed..." He admitted, peering around at the catastrophe he'd caused.
"Well, cute effort boo but I don't think it worked," you smiled, leaving a kiss on his cheek. He gave you a cheeky grin, and that's when you knew he was up to something. You turned and went back upstairs to bed and clamboured in, pulling the sheets up to your chin and closing your eyes.
"AAAAARGH!" Brad yelled, jumping on top of you and flinging the sheets off you and onto the floor, then running off in excitement.
"BRADLEY WILL SIMPSON YOU GET BACK HERE NOW!" You cried, dashing down the stairs in an attempt to catch your adorable boyfriend. You could hear his sweet laugh echoing through the house, and then it stopped. Panting, you stepped into the kitchen, searching for Brad.
"Paiiiiiiige!" He shreiked, grabbing you from behind and kissing you all over, then taking you into the lounge and tickling you.
"B-Brad, stop!" You begged, laughing hysterically. Brad obediently stopped, and instead connected his lips to yours.
"I love you," you smiled.
"I love you too, Mrs Simpson to-be," Brad smiled back.
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The Vamps Preferences and Imagines
FanfictionHey guys! These are just some Vamps preferences and imagines about The Vamps :) If you want an imagine, either leave a comment with your name and the boy or message me on Instagram (@wtfjonnor)
