Tradley Imagines

Hope (Bad Reputation Part 2)

Mentions of Sexual violence and anxiety attacks !!

Tristan's Pov
It's been over a month since I asked Brad to move in with me. Let's just say that it hasn't been easy as Brad wants to keep on doing his job. Which I have been absolutely furious about and he keeps on saying that he doesn't deserve me.

We haven't had sex or anything. As I don't feel as though it's right at the moment. We haven't exactly labelled what we are yet. Obvisiouly I like Brad but I'm not sure if that's in a friend way or more.

I'm currently making us both some macorni cheese which is Brad's favourite. While Brad is sat on the balcony watching the stars. He tends to do that quite a lot. I think it helps him to remind him of his parents.

"BRAD TEA IS READY!" I shout while placing both of the plates on the table.

When Brad doesn't respond I go out onto the balcony. I then see Brad sat on the floor with his legs crossed while looking up at the sky.

It's absolutely freezing out here so I grab one of the blanket and we do it around him. Brad then looks up at me and smiles before pulling the blanket tigther around himself.

"Why do you like the sky so much ?" I ask hoping to not upset Brad.

"My Mum used to tell me when I was younger that if for whatever reason she wasn't here with me anymore to look up at the sky and she'll be there." Says Brad softly before a few tears fall.

I then grab his hand and hold it in mine. Brad then squeezes.

"I'm sure she's very proud of you." I say without even thinking.

"PROUD OF ME TRISTAN I'M A FUCKING PROSTITUTE. HOW ON EARTH WILL THAT MAKE MY MUM PROUD OF ME. I'M AWFUL, DISGUSTING AND UNLOVEABLE !!" Shouts Brad before standing up.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that." I reply feeling absolutely awful. I can't even bring myself to look at Brad.

"WELL YOU DID. MY PARENTS WOULD BE SO EMBARRASSED TO CALL ME THEIR SON !" Shouts Brad before storming of inside.

I then quickly follow him to see that he's gone into his bedroom if that's what we even call it. Brad basically keeps his things here. I do let him borrow my clothes and sometimes he sleeps in my bed.

I then go inside and see that he's putting his coat and shoes on. Please don't tell me he's going to work ?!

"I'm of to work." Says Brad before looking at me and then walking out of the bedroom.

"Wait. I've made us your favourite !" I say smiling.

Brad then turns around and sees the freshly made macaroni cheese. I can tell he's hungry as it's been a bit hard getting Brad to eat. As I'm sure he doenst usually have three proper meal a day.

"Thanks. But I really have to go." Says Brad and I can tell he doesn't want to leave.

"You don't have to go. Stay here with me and we could watch a film." I say grabbing his hand.

Brad then looks at our enjoined hands and pulls away.

"NO STOP TRISTAN. I NEED TO GO FEND FOR MY SELF. GOODBYE TRISTSN !" Shouts Brad.

But before I can say anything he's already gone out the door. For fucks sake Tristan. Why didn't I stop him ?

I hate it when he goes to work. He doesn't even need to work. I can easily look after us. I have a job at least I do at the moment. I haven't been working that many shifts as I've been trying to spend as much time with Brad as possible.