𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 ❛fuck you, simpson!❜ ❛my pleasure, babe❜ © hairtoolong

𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. It's hard to love someone you're going to kill. © hairtoolong

Y/N has a different story. Brad's determined to know it; no matter how he gets told.

Y/N starts to read, Y/N starts to love, Y/N falls more and more in love with bws.

"Don't even try to deny it", she spat at me. "I see the way you look at Brad, the way you talk to him as if you two are the only ones in the room. You're constantly around him, craving his attention. It's pathetic". "Wow, I'm pathetic? Yet I'm not the one feeling threatened by my boyfriend's best friend, am I?", I answered as she looked at me with eyes full of aversion. I had never felt more hatred towards me than at this moment. "Look, I don't know where this is coming from, but you're wrong, I'm happy with Jay". [...] "Wouldn't it be unfortunate if Jay were to hear about how you have to fake it in bed?" My heart sank at the sound of what she had just said. Brad had told her. He had told her the most intimate secret I had shared with him. "What do you think you're achieving by doing this?" I asked, swallowing down my tears. "You're gonna get dumped as soon as Brad hears about this". "But that's the thing, he won't know about this conversation, 'cause that would mean your precious boyfriend will hear about your little secret". [...] I had so many things I wanted to tell Brad, or more like yell at him. But I couldn't, because once again, that would have meant he'd know about Ash's blackmail. And I knew she'd go forward with her threats if I told anything to him. I was facing a wall. Whatever I decided to do, I would end up losing. If I told Brad about my conversation with Ashley, I'd lose Jay. But for her to keep her mouth shut and for me to keep Jay, I'd have to give up my friendship with Brad. But how good of a friendship was it anyway? A best friend wouldn't go tell all your deepest secrets to random people. No, a best friend wouldn't make fun of you like that. Based on my Instagram text story FRIENDS | @thevampsarecalling.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 ❝your body is a weapon and it rips me up inside❞

One little message could change your life, forever. The Vamps/Brad Simpson

•sequel to 'Instagram'• Love is incredibly powerful; sometimes love can test you when you least expect it to.. The Vamps/Brad Simpson

"Brad, what're you doing?" I whisper, only just loud enough to be heard over the music but soft enough to not ruin the incredible intimacy of the moment. His eyes flicker upwards to look intensely into mine again. "I was going to kiss you" he whispers in reply in an equally hushed voice. "Why?" What Not To Do When You're Alone With a Guy by Ella Evans. Chapter One: Ask the Attractive Guy Why They Want To Kiss You "Because..." he breathes as he moves his thumb away and his lips brush against mine just ever so slightly, "I've been dying to for weeks" * * * * * * * When Ella Evans' mother decides to get married, Ella is thrilled for her. What she's not so thrilled about is the Satan spawn, otherwise known as Brittany, her new step-sister-to-be, who is not only moving into the Evans household but also into Ella's bedroom. Ella has only two options. One. Kill the demon spawn. A tempting yet illegal offer. Or two. Go and live with her brother Tristan for a while. Perhaps the more sensible option. Or so Ella thinks. Until she meets the other guy she has to live with. Her brother's bandmate and flat-sharer, who goes by the name of Bradley Simpson. Warning: contains strong language and mild sexual content. Disclaimer: I do not own The Vamps, any other artists mentioned, any songs, lyrics or brand names used in the story. I do, however, own any original characters and the plot, and would appreciate if people did not steal or copy them. Thank you.