|| hey this book is the prequel to my Tradley story Songbird, made to tie together a few loose ends, so if you want to go check that one out before/after this one, since it's a prequel it doesn't really matter to be fair || "I didn't think about love or how much I wanted him to be there with me, he didn't even cross my mind, the only thing I focused on was the pain and how badly it stung, how deeply the hurt was running through my body, my soul felt like it was throbbing and my heart was burning, I just needed it to end, it never crossed my mind that I'd pass my pain on to someone else, I never thought ending my life would also be ending his."

'It was like the blonde was obsessed with unmasking the younger boy, like it was now his own personal mission to unravel the boy's layers just so he could learn everything there was to know about him. Honestly, Tristan had to admit, Bradley Simpson was intriguing, a mystery just waiting to be solved and he wanted to be the first one to experience the real Bradley Simpson, whoever he may be.' OR The one where Brad has no emotions and Tristan is fed up with it.

I wrote a list of Prompts and I'm writing them with either members of The Vamps or New Hope Club, depending on what people request. I'm taking requests from both here and Tumblr, so feel free to ask for one! (Cover made by my mate Heather)