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

epilogue

2 and a half years later...

"So you're telling me that you met Mr. Perfect, but you completely let him go?" Noah's publicist asked her. They had gone out for a few drinks after finishing with yet another auction, where they were able to raise money for a country which was recently struck by a natural disaster.

"It wasn't going to work out between us, Rhonda. He lives over the pond. Plus, when I left, he was on his way to becoming a bonafide pop star. I certainly don't want to get in the way of that," Noah said, then her publicist drank another sip of her gin and tonic.

"Well, you're now about to be a professional artist. I'm sure he has heard of your work several times. Plus, it's not like I haven't caught you listening to his songs while you were painting for this exhibit," Rhonda said, then Noah chuckled nervously. If anything, her publicist was good at receiving signals and was very observant.

"It was to give me inspiration. I mean, can you even remember the painting? That was my way of saying that I'm over him, and that you should be proud," Noah said, then Rhonda leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"I am proud of you, Noah. You've changed so many people's lives through your work; the least you can do is get inspired to do your best," Rhonda said, then Noah smiled.

"Thank you, Rhonda. You're a great person," Noah said, then Rhonda's phone rang, then she smiled as she read the text.

"Well, I have to go home now. My husband's waiting for me outside. Maybe you'd like us to drop you home?" Rhonda said, then Noah shook her head.

"That will be fine, Rhonda, thank you. Wish him the best for me?" Noah asked her, then she nodded her head. They gave each other a small kiss on their cheeks before Rhonda left.

After drinking the remains of her drink and paying the bill, she walked out to the cold night and sighed, bringing out the ticket that she bought very last minute. She wondered if she still had time and if she could still make it after seeing that there were thirty minutes left before the time indicated at the corner.

"Taxi!" Noah yelled as she stretched an arm out, hoping to get the attention of the empty cab that she spotted. Luckily, it stopped right in front of her, then she immediately climbed in so nobody else could steal it. She asked to be taken to the location that was on the ticket, and before she could take it back and say her address instead, it started moving forward.

No turning back now.

During the entire ride, she would mentally rehearse what she would say and silently thank every red light or traffic jam that they would encounter, for they bought her more time to think about what she was going to say.

He never waited for her. They continued to talk a month after she left, but they never stuck like glue. Art school was taking up her time, and his music career was starting to take off. Eventually, despite Noah's attempts, they stopped talking, then they were led to more successful opportunities in their careers: Noah was going to graduate from her university in three months, and Brad was on tour with his bandmates. He even had a girlfriend now, although he never disclosed it publicly, for he wanted to keep his private life on private.

The taxi stopped right in front of the venue, then she paid her fare before getting off and getting in line, hoping that no one would notice her, for she was quite well-known in the area.

Her heart couldn't stop beating as she showed her ticket to the counter before getting stamped on her arm, allowing her to enter. Her legs were shaking as she walked to the hall, where avid fans were already running towards the barrier. She decided to stay somewhere around the back to keep her identity a secret.