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itwaslastnightwhenifellinlove · 5 years ago

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Preference #37: Ice Skating 1/2

Brad: I couldn't believe it was that time of year again. The cold weather and Christmas was right around the corner. I was sitting down at the kitchen table trying to plan everything. I loved having a list and everything planned, it just made everything so much easier. We just a few weeks away from Christmas and I just had so much to do. Brad was good at knowing when I was stressed and when I needed a break. “Babe,” he said as he came downstairs. “What babe?” I finally turned away from my computer. “Let's go out to get something to eat” he said. “Sure” I agreed. I got up from my chair and stretched as it had been a while since I stood up. I made my way upstairs and got ready for dinner. We just went to one of our favorite spots that we normally go too. “I have a surprise for you,” he said. “What you mean? I thought we were just getting dinner” I looked at him. “Well I guess you don't know me that well” he smirked. “Brad,” I said. “Just trust me,” he said. He paid for dinner and came back to the table grabbing my hand. I followed him out of the restaurant but we didn't go straight to the car. We walked down to where the town just opened up this skating ring. It was for the season but I didn't know how to skate. “Brad, I can't skate,” I said. “Just trust me” he kissed me softly. “I don't want to fall” I took a deep breath in. “I got you” he smiled as he walked to get the skates. We both sat down on the bench and put our skates on. He stood up grabbing my hands pulling me up to him. We walked to the ring, he went onto the ice first. I stepped on the ice and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I held onto him though I wouldn't allow him to let go of me. “You got it, babe,” he said as he held my hands. “Brad don't you dare let me go,” I said. “You are doing amazing,” he said. He gently let my hand go and I was skating alone. He still had his arms out just to be sure I didn't fall. “I can't believe I'm doing it,” I said as I looked up. “You are baby” he smiled. “Whoa, you let me go,” I said. “And you aren't falling, I got you if you do,” he said. “Ok” I took a deep breath and started to focus on what I was doing. He intertwined our fingers together as we skated around. We soon took a break so we could rest, I rested my head against his shoulder. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked. “Of course,” I said as I played with his fingers. The night sky started to set in and the lights lit up the ring, it was beautiful. We made a few more rounds the ice before deciding to go home. I made up hot cocoa and we snuggled up by the fire. It was the perfect ending to the day.

Tristan: Living the fast pace of life was sometimes insane. I never could believe how fast time was going. It was just the new year and yet here we are again looking Christmas in its face. I always did my shopping as quickly as I could but Tristan loved waiting until the last minute. I couldn't even try to explain his mindset but as long as it got done. I sat down in the den with the fireplace going. I started to wrap the presents that I had gotten, just to get it out of the way. “Babe?” he leaned against the door frame. “Yes,” I leaned back so my back was against the wall. “What are you doing?” he questioned. “Wrapping the presents that I have” I said. “We normally wait until Christmas eve,” he said. “No that's you and then I have to help because you waited to the last minute” I looked up at him. “True” he smiled slightly. “But I love every second” I got up from the floor. “I know you do” he smirked as he pulled me to him. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I was wondering if you wanted to go do something tonight,” he said. “We should go ice skating,” I said. “Uh you know I can't skate,” he said. “Well first time for everything” I said. “Babe” he pouted slightly. “No we are going, Ill teach you,” I said. “I'll fall on my ass” he looked at me. “Please” I played with his shirt. “Only for you” he leaned down and peeked my lips. “Thank you” I leaned up and kissed him softly. “So do I need a pillow?” he chuckled slightly. “No, well maybe” I smiled. “which one are we going to?” he questioned. “Let's go to the one downtown, the one with all the Christmas stuff up,” I said. “And then we could go to that restaurant you love so much,” he said. “Sounds like a plan,” I said. We both went upstairs so we could get ready, I watched him in the mirror. I knew he was only doing this because of me which made me love him that much more. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Resting his head against my shoulder, his hands resting against my stomach. “Ready?” he whispered. “Yeah I am, just gotta grab my coat,” I said. “Alright babe” he kissed my cheek softly. I pulled myself free from his arms. I grabbed my jacket and phone before heading downstairs. I slipped on my shoes as he made his way downstairs. We got into the car and we were on our way downtown, it was a little drive since we didn't live in the city. We got to the skating ring and I went to get our skates, I could tell that he was nervous. I made my way back to where he was sitting. I sat down next to him and placed his skates next to him. I leaned in and kissed him softly, placing my hand against his cheek. We both put our skates on and walked to the ring. I got onto the ice before and reached my hands for him. He stepped onto the ice and took my hands, trying to keep his balance. He held onto the wall and my hand until he slowly started to get the hang of it. “There you go,” I said. “I can't believe I'm actually doing this” he smiled. He let go of the wall and we skated around the ring. He started to show off, I just knew this would land him in trouble. He tried to skate backward and ended up falling on his ass, somehow I got tangled up in him and fell onto the ice. “Are you ok?” he asked. “Yeah I'm fine” I smiled slightly before I started to laugh. He looked at me for a few seconds before he started to laugh. We pulled ourselves off the ice and went to sit down. We returned the skates and made our way to the restaurant. Even though he might have not wanted to go he seemed to have a blast.

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whatyourfathersays · 6 years ago

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going to a concert with brad would include:

he would definitely surprise you with the tickets randomly for your fave band because you couldn’t afford them

he wouldn’t tell you until the day of the show

he’d make sure to book some time off work for you

it would be all inclusive: brad paying for everything and making sure you have the best time

even though you’re in the mosh pit and it’s difficult to have fun in a mosh pit where it’s so hot and so crowded

he’d definitely pay for you to have a new outfit

always holding your hand in the mosh pit when you get involved because he doesn’t want to lose you in the crowd

glaring at all the guys staring at you

his arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind when there’s sad songs

dancing together would be a definite

he’d have learnt all the lyrics so you could both sing the words together when your favourite songs come on

when a song he doesn’t like comes on that you like, he’d just hold your hand and stare at you

making sure you’ve always got water or you’re definitely fine. he’d have a pack of paracetamol with him in case you feel dizzy etc.

he loves seeing you so happy so he definitely manages to get a few vids or pics of you without you realising

when it’s finished, he’d hold your hand so tight so that you don’t get lost in the crowd of people

he would probably get you backstage to meet the performer(s), too

booking a hotel nearby so he didn’t have to drive home but mostly so you can get to sleep ASAP.

BONUS

when you get back to the hotel he would let you lay down and take your makeup off for you

paracetamol and water on your nightstand for when you wake up cos you’ll probably have a headache from the loud music

(and from the few shots you ordered behind his back. he would be more mad that you payed for it than the fact you took shots)

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alltoomaples · 2 years ago

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until i found you💌

back in the old times of love; drive-in movies, picnic brunch, slow dancing, handwritten letters, love songs, and the two of us <33

a/n: new theme! being single for a long time has made me confess my hopless romantic wants and wishes into these writings. soo hopefully y'all will enjoy reading these! At the moment, I will be writing for Bradley Simpson, Charles Leclerc and Lando Norris. In case i feel like writing for anyone else, will be updated here.

happy reading <33

love.jpg - LN

life in film - LN

you are in love - CL

--- MORE UPDATES COMING SOON ---

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ihopeimsomeonesstellasomeday · 2 years ago

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Another You

Brad put his hand on her knee once more to stop her from the insistent habit. It was understandable how nervous she felt, but the longevity of her behaviour surprised the band. Yes, the song was one of the most personal they have written together, and yes, it was nerve wracking. But the ball of stress didn’t leave her chest since the first time they decided that it would be best to include her in the performance. It wasn’t even a big performance anyway, just a cosy party with fellow industry people and an acoustic little performance. It was a piece of cake, just to have fun.

Breath in, and then slowly out. She repeated to herself a couple of times, willing his non-existing lunch to go down. God, wasn’t she furious with herself, felt betrayed most of all. It was just a stupid performance, but she was still thinking about the person she wrote the song to. About how he would feel after hearing the lyrics, if he ever did obviously. Would he feel sad, like a blade was piercing through his heart, like how she felt every time she saw him with another? The tears starting to cloud her sight was the last thing she needed at the moment, so she looked up and tried to shoo the unpleasant thoughts away alongside the tears. Standing up and evening out the edges of her skirt she marched out of the room with confident steps. It was enough time she wasted on feeling sorry for everything. Now it was showtime.

She walked over to the small table that held cocktails and fetched herself the brightest one with the umbrella, it was going to be a great night. The big room wasn’t much, a classic penthouse if you will, with a small area in the farther middle with some mic stands and enough space to fit a small-portioned band. Very cosy and cute if you asked her. Even though singing in front of everyone made her nauseated from the start, even though she had to agree that the feeling mostly went away, she got used to it with time. And the boys really helped, they have known each other for roughly three years. The first meeting happened again in one of the industry parties she attended with 5sos, luckily there was another boy band that consisted of goofy youngsters, if you may excuse her French. It was safe to say they hit it off from the start, especially her and Brad. They never cut ties after that night, having exchanged numbers already.

Brad was a constant thing in her life. Even though it was hard to keep updated of each other’s life every day, they did a splendid job at never making it too long, whether it was just a simple ‘everything good?’ or just some stupid joke they thought was the funniest thing they heard. Everything became easy after that and suddenly Brad was her comfort person. There were some things she wouldn’t feel comfortable talking about if it wasn’t with him, and vice versa. Which brought them here, about to perform one of the most sentimental and heart-felt songs they have ever written, together or individually.

Another you, was written after both of their monumental break ups, when she decided to stay in England for a few weeks to catch up and to mend her broken heart if she can. Then the song was born. It was a piano ballad, it was sad, but it was also hopeful in the way it promised them a start. It helped them get their head straight again, gave them a place to hold on to, a place to carry them forward. The alternative was to drown in their heartbreak and cry themselves to numbness with a bottle of wine, which really lost its appeal after a week of doing exactly that. So, one night, when they were basically having a battle on ‘who can talk more shit about the other’s ex’ they looked at each other and decided to stop feeling like that. They wasted enough time dwelling on them, but now was the time they understood the craziness of the situation. No one is irreplaceable. So, if it was not meant to be, there will always be someone else. (Or not obviously, she was all for being independent, but that is not the point now.)

Walking back to the boys with a new-found confidence in her steps was something she would be proud of later in the evening, alone. A soft smile placed itself on her face at the sight of her friends, warming their voices up while messing around. It was always astonishing to see bands that got on so well, their dynamics, their friendship and all the other bonuses. No one can deny the appeal of a band like One Direction but something about friends from the start really played with the strings of her heart. The lightning inside the room had a golden dim to it, just enough to give it the necessary luxurious vibe with the sincereness still intact.

“Do you know when we’ll be on?”

She asked, to no one in particular. “Probably in about half an hour.” Replied Tristan, while threading his fingers through his hair. Nice, she thought, enough to get mentally ready, but not enough to drive you mad. She gently sat on the small place next to Brad who was playing some specific chords and singing along. She joined him and reached out to the piano a little farther in front of her. Singing something she wrote always brought calmness and happiness to her, Making her feel extremely proud and causing her to disassociate from the real world. Her voice combined with Brad’s calm voice soothed her. Couple of other songs, some warm-up sessions later they started to move over to the little stage. Some with their instruments and the others with a couple of water bottles in hand. It was true that she was only going to be in one song, but the boys will be there for a small set of about four songs. She did a couple more of those breathing exercises to decrease her heartbeat.

Brad was seated on the piano, next to him was her on a stool with a microphone in front of her. She arranged the mic stand to her height while others either checked their instruments one more time or took a sip of their water, she raised her head and caught Brad eying her with a giddy tinkle in his eyes. He raised a brow, asking if she was ready and smiled wildly when she replied with a small nod of her head.

He cleared his throat and leaned into the mic that was attached to the piano in a charming, his hands sitting on top of his thighs. “Good evening, everyone.” He greeted everyone first.

“I am Brad, and we are The Vamps, plus one. This is our dear friend Leighton. She is going to be singing our first song with us. The song is called Another You, Leighton and I wrote it a while back and felt like it was time we introduced it to the rest of you, the song is very dear to our hearts and…. Hope you enjoy it.”

He faced her one more time to assure, and then started the song after a countdown. The first line of the song burned a hole in her chest, the desperation in the first verse was just as touching every time she listened to Brad sing them. She was amazed by the way Brad put these together in mostly freestyle. They were so heartfelt that it felt wrong to share with the world, the exposure was real in this one.

“Am I to blame?

Is "leave me lonely" written on my face?

Did I try too hard to make you stay?

Guess I let my hopes get high again.”

She easily found herself closing her eyes and losing the feel of anything other than the lyrics. The possibility of Calum seeing this was high, but she didn’t care at the moment. She just wanted to express that she moved on too. That she didn’t care that much either, that it was time she got him out of her heart too. Because it was unfair, in her opinion, how he got to move on as fast as he did, leaving no choice for her but to suck it up and do the same. She was almost sure he was pretending but the knowledge didn’t make it hurt less unfortunately.

“It took some time

For me to figure out that I'll be fine

Without you there to keep me warm at night

I guess you never were my ride-or-die”

She knew the part that would hurt the most was her dig to their tattoos, but she just simply couldn’t help herself. It felt like the heaviness behind them was something to get over. They were not a ride or die, maybe in the past, but not now. So, she wanted to make that clear, and hit it low. Feeling the tears pooling in her eyes once more while singing her verse, she forced her voice to get affected by the personal emotions.

The song seemed to end too quickly once it started and she was almost startled back to reality with the sound of light claps. While a genuine smile appeared on her face she thanked them quietly and gave Brad a quick hug, wishing him good luck on the rest of their performance alongside the boys. She walked away slowly from the stage, trying to find a decent enough seat to sit.

‘That went well’ she said to herself once seated comfortably, with a new bottle of water she fetched on the way. Her heartbeat slowly turned back to its normal pace since she was out of the spotlight now. And even if the word gets out and finds him, well then… It is what it is.

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v-vamps · 7 years ago

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hey hey hey

i’m lou and i’ve made a lil imagine blog for the vamps

i’ve run imagine blogs before so i know how this goes, so please request imagines/preferences/blurbs for me to write because there is only so many scenarios that i can think of myself

so ye

cheers xo

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lnfours · 6 years ago

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Its been raining all day here, kinda dreary. Can you do something about being stuck in the house w Bradley please?

anything for you, lovie

blurb night

you could hear the strumming of the guitar from the living room, almost loud enough to drown out the sounds of the pouring rain hitting the windows of your apartment. you smiled softly to yourself, putting your book down before padding into your bedroom, spotting brad on the bed, guitar in his lap as the notepad and pen sat in front of him.

you climbed up on the bed behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and putting your head on his,”hi,”

hed smile,”hi, love,” hed lean his head back,”did i distract you?”

youd shake your head no before pressing a soft kiss to his lips,”no, just really wanted to watch you play.”

hed nod and pat the spot in front of him, letting you get situated as you both sat criss cross on the bed, you watching as his fingers moved across the strings.

you heard paws sliding on hardwood floor and smiled as jesse made her appearance known.

“look at that,” hed smile,”both my favorite girls in one room.”

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cheepwine · 6 years ago

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I actually just wanna run my fingers through his hair. I don’t care when. Hugging? Hands in his hair. In bed? Hands in his hair. Watching TV? Hands in his hair. He’s stressed? Hands in his hair. It’s just so soft.

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bradleybearsimpson-blog · 6 years ago

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can you do an imagine where brad is throwing a going away party before going back on tour with the boys, and y/n talks to all of the other boys in the band and makes them promise to take care of her boy for her? btw I love your writing sm 🥺🥺

I love you!

It was a chill evening, you spent the party at Brad’s. Even though you were happy for him that he finally got to go on tour again, your heart ached a bit at the thought of not seeing him in months. You were in the middle of the room, loud music and happy people surrounding you with a drink in your hand, completely lost in your thoughts. You flinched when you felt an arm wrapping around your shoulder. “Love, are you alright?” Your boyfriend looked at you in concern.

You shook your head and shot him a lovely smile. “I’m alright, it is just overwhelming”, you smiled and pecked his lip. “Go, have fun, I am good on my own”, you claimed. He lightly squeezed your shoulder and gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, before he vanished in the crowd.

When you went to the kitchen you found Tris, Connor and James talking to each other, having a blast. You couldn’t help but went up to them to talk about something serious. “Guys?”, you started. “(Y/N)!”, Tris shouted, he was totally tipsy. “What a pleasure to see you, are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah, I am”, you replied and chuckled, when he almost tripped over his own feet. “Actually I wanted to talk about something”, you explained and all three of them looked at each other. “You are pregnant! Are you? You are pregnant, I knew it when you started wearing baggy clothes, oh my god, congratulations”, Tristan shouted and pulled you in a warm hug.

You stood there, not knowing what he was talking about. “Yeah, we are going to be the best uncles ever”, Connor cheered and you finally managed to free yourself. “What no? What is that supposed to mean, do you think I gained weight?”, you asked Tris and he backed off. “Wait, you aren’t pregnant? Well, this is awkward.”

“Anyway, I really need to tell you something and I really hope that you’re able to comprehend what I am saying considering you’re drunk af. As you hopefully know tour is starting tomorrow and I wanted to make sure that Brad is being taken care of, you know? Please make sure that he doesn’t do anything stupid, more importantly don’t encourage him to do anything stupid. If so I’m gonna kick your asses”, you clarified and they all looked terrified. “Yes M’am”, James said. “I mean it”, you told them once again and felt a presence behind your back.

“Wow, you really earned their respect”, Brad chuckled and wrapped his arms around your neck with a glass of wine in his hand. “I’m gonna be fine”, he assured you and brought the wine to your lips. “Now, come on, let’s have some fun!”

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bronwiebear-brad · 4 years ago

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Masterlist 🌸

You can find here everything I write, enjoy!

* = contains smut || » = angst

Bradley Simpson

blurbs / requested imagines

wedding vibes

morning views

another cliche scene

one heck of a family

a few days off in the countryside

trowing a show in the backstage

lover

bubbly times

9:45am

golf lessons

rainy sunday night

I’ll end the hunger, princess *

laughing into the kiss

Tastes like heartbreaks and mistakes but I can’t wait *

Monday mornings *

That bloody tea

Still loving you >

italian cottage

stay *

nice, slow and deep*

aphrodisiac potion *

fell into your fingertips >

concepts

road trips

fooling around

jealous!brad

boxer!brad

quarentine with Brad

protective

protective 2.0

Mob!Brad

headconnons

vocal *

needy

hot baths

good morning sir *

meeting his family

birthday special

series

somebody to you: 1 2 3 4 5

Live long the prince: prologue; 1 2

Harry Holland

Where it all started

Jealous Haz

Intimacy

I'll love you right

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ohholyfanfics · 3 years ago

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11 w/ Brad please. Thank you

Prompt(s): 'you seem like a bad boy/girl type.'

Prompt mastlist: x

She sucked in the inside of her cheek as she eyed the man sitting across from her. Her eyes traced the rim of the wine glass that was placed before her, she hummed softly in agreement as her date when on about some subject she had no interest in. Sighing, softly her eyes drifted along the the room before they landed on a head of full brown hair.

"What do you think?"

She blinked rapidly turning back to him with a soft smile. Chewing on the inside of her cheek as she parted her lips lightly to speak before being cut off.

"I think we should-"

"Um, don't you think that's a little much?" she mumbled as he looked her over with a blank expression. She fought the urge to roll her eyes as he went on to explain whatever point it was he was trying to make.

"So you get it? It's really not that big of a deal.." he mumbled with a shrug as he picked at the salad that was placed before him.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom.." she muttered as she stood up slowly placing the napkin on the side of the plate.

Tugging on the ends of her dress, she let out a breath she didn't even believe she was holding. Her hands calming as she entered the small hallway.

"You know, you seem like a bad boy type of girl.." a voice came from behind making her jump at the sound. "kinda disappointed in you.."

She looked over her shoulder to be meet by the same pair of brown eyes that caught her attention earlier. He most definitely more handsome up front, he looked her over with a small smile as she chuckled.

"Hmm what makes you think that?"

He let out a chuckle shoving his hands in his pocket. Her eyes trailing over his body.

"well for once, you didn't seem the slightest big interest. Also he is the most proper lad you'd ever walk through that door with.."

"For the record, there's nothing wrong with shopping the market.." she mumbled picking her nails. "Plus, how would you even know?"

"darling, I own this bar and from what I can tell you aren't the least bit interested in that block over there. So how about you ditch him and come with?"

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itwaslastnightwhenifellinlove · 6 years ago

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Brooklyn’s Night

Type: One-shot about Brad Rated: Pg Word Count: 2452 Date: 3-1-19 | Requested: Yes Enjoy!

I found love but I allowed it to slip away from me. Everything was amazing with us but we allowed the petty stuff to tear us apart. It was so long ago that I can't even remember what the fight was even about. I didn't tell him that I was pregnant, that was one of my regrets. How can two people be in love one day and then the next has nothing to do with each other? I ran that question in my mind all the time, I wish I knew the answer. I wanted to pick up the phone so many times and call him. What would I say? I had no clue what we would say, would the love still be there? I gave birth to Brooklyn nearly 3 years ago. I moved out of the united kingdom and out of all the places to move so we moved to Brooklyn. It was just easier to be in New York, my work and my family was there. I could use all the help with Brooklyn but I still wanted Brad.

“What time do you have to be at work?” my mom asked.

“In about an hour” I nodded.

“You taking Brooklyn to daycare or do you want me to watch her?” she asked.

“Can you watch her?” I looked at her.

“Of course I can” she nodded her head.

“Thank you mom” I sat down at the kitchen table.

“I love watching her and being apart of her life” she also sat down at the kitchen table.

“I know you do mom, I'm glad I moved back here,” I said.

“Have you talked to Brad?” she asked. “No” I sighed before taking a deep breath in.

“Maybe you should, Brook will be turning 3 soon,” she said.

“We blocked each other on everything mom, I wouldn't even know where to start,” I said.

“You better get off to work” she nodded.

I grabbed my bag and slipped my shoes on. I kissed Brooklyn's forehead and then left the apartment. I went to my job but I couldn't get Brad out of my mind. I sat at my desk and tried to focus on what I needed to do. I leaned my head against my hand as I started to have flashbacks about our love story. I laid back in the bed we shared, watching him walk out of the bathroom. He leaned against the bedroom door, watching over me.

“Come over here and lose that towel” I looked at him and bite my lower lip.

“Maybe I shouldn't” he smirked as he watched me.

“And why is that?” I asked.

“I love to watch you squirm,” he said.

“Oh, you do?” I asked as I made my way over to him.

“You know I do” he looked at me.

I leaned up kissing him softly, pulling on his bottom lip. I ran my hands down his chest and to his towel. I gently tugged it making it fall to the ground. I smiled as I looked at him, he placed his hands against my hips. He placed his lips against mine, moving us back towards the bed. I laid back against the bed pulling him over top of me. He moved his lips against my neck, I placed my hand against his chest. I let out a few moans as he pushed my shirt up above my head.

“Y/N” someone called.

“What?” I snapped out of my daydream and went back to work.

“What are you thinking about?” my friend asked

“Just something my mom asked me today” I sighed.

“Which is what?” she asked.

“About Brad” I looked at her.

“Oh,” she nodded.

“I wouldn't even know where to start,” I said.

“You will figure it out,” she said.

We both went back to work and I pushed Brad out of my mind. I finally finished my shift it felt as if I was there forever. I got back to the house and of course, Brooklyn was already asleep. I went upstairs to my room and sat on the bed, undoing my shoes. I slipped them off as well as my socks, the memories started to rush back into my mind. I took a deep breath in and went into the bathroom. I started to the water and I leaned against the sink. I looked up at the mirror and for a split second, I thought I saw him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, a memory rushed back to me. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Looking in the mirror as he rested his head against my shoulder.

“Let's take a shower, see how steamy we get it” he smirked as he kissed my neck softly.

“Steamy huh?” I bite my lip.

He turned me to face him, lifting me up onto the sink. He leaned down kissing me softly, I grabbed the back of his neck and kept the kiss between us. I wrapped my legs around his waist making sure he wasn't going anywhere. He moved his lips against my neck, I left out a few moans. I leaned my head back as he moved down my body, gripping my shirt with his teeth. He pulled my shirt over my head and went back with his lips against my body. I pulled on his boxers as he continued to drive me crazy. I pulled him up kissing him softly but intensely. He pushed his boxers down, lifting me off the sink. I finished getting undressed and went into the shower, allowing the water to run over me. He wasn't too far behind getting into the shower. Wrapping his arms around me keeping me close to him.

“Mommy,” Brooklyn said.

“Uh,” I snapped out of and realized I was in the shower with my clothes on.

“I hungry mommy, open door,” Brooke said.

“I'm coming baby,” I said as I got out of the wet clothes and got into my robe.

I came out of the bathroom and picked her up. I took her into the kitchen and got her a snack, we sat at the table so she could eat. Once she finally finished I took her back upstairs but she didn't want to go back to her bed. Of course, I gave in and allowed her to sleep in my bed. In the morning I allowed her to sleep in and I got up. I went downstairs and made breakfast, I sat down and ate mine. I put hers in the oven to keep it warm until she woke up. I opened my laptop and went through a few things. I searched around on social media and of course, I found myself on Brads page. I grabbed my phone and made that decision to reach out.

“Hello?” he answered the phone.

“Hey Brad, this is Y/N,” I said.

“Oh hey, how are you,” he said.

“I'm good” I nodded as I didn't know what to say.

“I would love to sit down and talk, I hate how we left things,” he said.

“I do too, but I'm not in the united kingdom anymore” I sighed.

“I'm in New York for a few weeks, for media stuff,” he said.

“New York?” I asked.

“Yes New York, Where are you?” He asked.

“I've been living in New York,” I said.

“Oh cool, we should meet up,” he said.

“Where?” I asked.

“What about dinner? Shot me your address and ill pick you up” he said.

“Alright,” I said.

We both hung up and I sent him a text message with my address. I wasn't sure if I should introduce him to Brooklyn before or after dinner. I started to get ready because I didn't know what time he was going to come. I sat in front of the mirror and started doing my hair. Brooklyn woke up and ran over to me, hugging me and giggling. I smiled as he held her in my arms. If anything good came from this was her, just everything about her was perfect. I took her downstairs and gave her breakfast. I sat beside her and started to do some work on my laptop. Once she finished eating I took her upstairs and got her dressed.

“Where we going mommy?” she asked.

“I have someone that you need to meet,” I said.

“Who?” she responded.

“Your daddy,” I said.

“I have a daddy?” she acted as if she was surprised.

“Yea you do” I smiled slightly.

I finally finished getting her ready and I finished getting myself ready. I sat on her bedroom floor and did her hair and we started doing flash cards. She loved doing flash cards she was pretty smart for her age. I heard a knock on the door and Brooklyn got excited and ran downstairs. I went after her and helped her open the door, allowing Brad to come in.

“Hey Y/N” he smiled and hugged me.

“Hey” I smiled as I hugged him.

“Who is this little one?” he asked as he kneels down in front of her.

“I Brooklyn,” she said.

“Hello Brooklyn” he smiled as he stood back up.

“We need to talk,” I said.

“Yea we do, I'm sorry about the fight,” he said.

“Me too, we shouldn't have allowed it to come between us” I nodded.

“Are we going to dinner?” he asked.

“Yea but Brooklyn is coming as well” I nodded.

“Sure” he smiled.

I picked up Brooklyn and we left the apartment. I stood her in front of his car and went to get her car seat.

“You my daddy,” Brooklyn said.

“Uh? No sweetheart” Brad looked confused.

“Mommy says you are” Brooklyn folded her arms.

“I'll talk to you mommy” he nodded.

I came back and put the car seat into his car. I placed Brooklyn into the car seat and made sure she was buckled down. I shut the door and was about to get into the passenger seat but he stopped me.

“Do you have something to tell me?” he folded his arms.

“What you mean?” I swallowed hard as I looked at him.

“Is she mine?” he asked.

“Yes” I wanted to say more but that's the only word that came out.

“We will talk about this later, let's just go,” he said as he opened the door for me.

I nodded and got into the car. He got in on the other side and we were off to dinner. I think him meeting Brooklyn changed his plans because we pulled up to chuck e cheese. He got out of the car and got her out of her car seat. We walked into the restaurant as he was holding her. We ordered pizza and drinks, he got her some tokens. They took off and started playing games and going into the jungle gym. I barely even saw them just when they came to the table to get drinks. With what I saw they both were having a ball. I called them back to the table when the pizza arrived. She climbed into his lap and started to eat. He had his arm around her making sure she doesn't fall or get hurt as he ate as well.

“I'm sorry,” I said.

“We will talk about this later” he nodded. “She's beautiful” he smiled as he looked down at her.

“Thanks” I nodded.

“I want to be a part of her life, and yours,” he said as he looked at me.

“I would love that” I looked at him.

After Brooklyn finished eating and got off his lap. She grabbed his hand and started to pull him. He smiled and went with her and once again they were off. I ended up joining them, we were acting as if we had always been a family. She finally got tired and he picked her up. We left the restaurant and he placed her in the car seat and she fell asleep on the ride back home. He pulled up to the apartment and picked her up, making sure she stayed asleep. I showed him to her room and he laid her down in her bed.

“Thank you,” I said.

“She's perfect” he smiled as he walked out of her room.

“I really am sorry that I didn't tell you,” I said.

“I understand your reason but I'm here now and I want to be here,” he said as he grabbed my hand.

“Should we move to the U.K or stay here?” I asked.

“Could you two move?” he looked at me.

“Yea we could as long as we are stable” I nodded.

“I want to work on our relationship,” he said.

“I do too, I still love you” I took a deep breath in not knowing what he would say.

“I love you and always will” he kissed my cheek softly.

We went downstairs and talked about everything. The love that we shared was still there and it was as if no time had happened. I told him everything I could possibly tell him about Brooklyn. Just seeing her face light up tonight and laughing made everything worth it. He stayed with us over the next few weeks and they grew closer together. I realized I should have reached out earlier. I felt guilty that he missed out so much with her but they had forever to catch up. We did make that move back to the united kingdom. We moved into the house that he just bought an he made her the best princess room he could. Of course, she loved it because she loved everything princess. Our relationship started back out slow but we were on the right path. I had to get used to everything in the U.K again but I didn't mind. I was back in that love state of mind and I loved every second of it. He always came back home from the studio early so he could read stories to Brooklyn and tuck her into bed. It was always Brooklyn's night when Brad was around, she had her daddy wrapped around her little finger.

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Senorita → Brad Simpson (Part One)

A/N: hello! this is gonna be a very mini series based off of the music vide ‘Señorita’ by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello. Feel free to watch the music video first to get a general gist of what is going to happen.

Words: 4.5k, I got carried away

Brad runs a hand through his dark curls, pushing them off of his forehead as he walks into the small café on the corner street of Long Valley. A white vest top clung to his torso with ease, broadcasting his muscles perfectly. His trousers were black, contrasting his vest top well. Only he could look that good in such a simple outfit. Everyone in the café that noticed his presence instantly looked away from the towering, intimidating man.

It was a hot day in Long Valley, everyone out with their hats, sunscreen lathered on their skin to protect them from the heat, shorts on everyone's legs and minimal shirts on their body. It was a bold statement for someone to be wearing jeans, but Brad Simpson loved being that bold statement, always. From his retro motorcycle he'd bought five years ago when he turned eighteen to his leather jackets, skinny jeans, broad shoulders. There was always at least one reason to look at Brad Simpson, even if it was just for the pleasure of looking at such an attractive person.

He sits down on one of the booth chairs in the retro café. The floor was tiled with white laminate tiles, the walls tiled up too with a strip of red as a pop of colour. The faux leather on the booths' benches and stool tops were the same burgundy red, matching the marble counter that drinks were currently being served on as people craved the cold, refreshing drinks.

The only reason Brad had found himself at the café at the day's peak was because he had some friends to meet up with who were passing through town. They were usually moving from city to city, placing bets, getting with girls, doing drugs, drinking alcohol. Brad would much rather do that in the comfort of his own town, where he knew everyone had links to get whatever he wanted far as cheap and as soon as possible. But with their unexpected arrival in town, Brad had agreed to meet them after their absence in his life.

He looks over his shoulder as a girl in a pink uniform-dress walks out of the door separating the café's bar from the kitchen. Orders were usually taken at the tables if people were planning on staying to eat, while quick drinks were ordered at the bar. So, expectantly, the girl ghosts her eyes over the café before landing on Brad, the only table that she knew hadn't been served yet.

Brad was well enough known in Long Valley—whether for his reputation with girls or his reputation with his bold statements, he was known, and not for the greatest reasons. Everyone seemed to know Brad, or at least know of him. He was a brooding boy, a constant stoic and unreadable expression glued onto his perfectly porcelain features: he was pretty difficult to miss.

However, the waitress walked over with such confidence—head held high, shoulders up, back arched—that Brad couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at her, a smirk hinting on his lips. She had dark hair, it fell to her hips, complimenting the curves Brad could see from her uniform-dress. A name tag with her name on was actually hidden from his view by her long hair, which made him want to push her hair behind her ear—not only a way of flirting, but a way of knowing what her name was. He didn't though, for she opened her mouth to begin talking before he had the chance.

"Welcome to Retro Bites," she says, her voice confidence unlike other waiters and waitresses who have cowered under his intimidating gaze. He was impressed she was keeping her cool, and he wondered if she was even aware of who he is. "Are you ready for me to take your order or would you like a few more moments to decide?"

"You on the menu?" He drawls, his eyes looking her over again. There was no evidence of blush, no evidence of swooning, and he knew it was a first.

"I'll give you a few moments to look at the menu," she says, rolling her eyes discreetly but Brad noticed. He chose not to say anything to her.

"Who said I wasn't ready to order?" He asks, his voice slow as he smirks up at her. He was in no rush for her to leave or for this conversation to be over.

"You thought I was on the menu," she says bluntly. "So I'm assuming you've not looked through it. If you had have looked through, you'd know I'm not on the menu."

He raises his eyebrows, surprised. He wasn't used to people talking to him, never mind back chatting. Yet she continued.

"And your sexist, unwanted comments are also not on the menu, last time I checked," she says. "So, as I said, I'll give you a few moments to look over the menu and then I'll come back to take your order."

She gives him a final smile, a smile that anyone who had dared to look over and see the minor dispute that had just occurred would've thought meant she was apologetic, or sweet. They'd definitely not think it was a sarcastic smile as she intended, and Brad received.

"What's your name?" He asks her, giving her no chance to turn around and leave. Instead, she brushed her hair off of her name tag for him to look at, since she didn't want to verbally engage with him. "Well, (Y/N), you've got quite a mouth on you, haven't you?"

She rolls her eyes in response.

"The cold shoulder already? We've only just met," he teases her, getting under skin successfully. He wanted to see how long she would last before she snaps and shouts at him; she seems like a feisty one. "Pass me the menu?"

The menu was nearer to him than her, but he was just trying to be difficult. He wanted to see if she'd be a good employee, telling the customer they're always right, doing as the customer wants.

She grabs the menu she had stuffed in her uniform pocket, throwing it down to the table for him to read. It wasn't laminated like the one on his table. In fact, it was crumpled up and creased from its lack of use yet constant position in her pocket, and he was far from impressed by its poor state.

"I said—,"

"Get it yourself," she says dryly. "You're right next to it."

He pushes the menu she had given him back to her before grabbing the menu. She takes the chance to leave the table and go to serve a couple of elderly that had walked in. They were regulars, she knew their order off by heart.

(Y/N) was fully aware of Brad Simpson's antiques—in fact, she knew someone first hand that had experienced his bad attitude. Her best friend, Taylor, had been walking home one night after a shift at his own workplace. It was only ten in the evening, maybe even earlier, and Taylor was wearing his own earphones as he walked down the street minding his own business. That was until two motorcycles pulled up to the side of the road and beat him to a pulp and stole all the money he'd earned.

It wasn't a surprise when Taylor came home and told her that it was Brad, he knew from the light on the lampposts that reflected onto the motorcycle. From that day onwards, (Y/N) hated every inch of Brad Simpson, even if she'd never had the displeasure of meeting him.

That was, until today.

By the time he's read through the menu and actually decided what he wants, his two friends from out of town are sat with him, laughing about some story from when they were high in a city up in Scotland. The three of them were loud in the quiet café, drowning out the sound of the eighties music that (Y/N)'s boss had put on in the background.

She walks out backwards from the door separating the kitchen and bar once more, this time holding a tray of two cups of coffee and some fries for the elderly couple. She serves them quickly and smiles before leaving and scanning over the café.

She inhales deeply, hoping her co-worker would take Brad's table instead, but of course her co-worker was too engrossed on the level of Candy Crush that they were adamant on beating, despite the game being years old by now, and totally out of trend.

Sighing, she grabs her notebook and pencil from her waistband, walking over to Brad's table with a false smile. His two friends weren't overly attractive, both sporting a black leather jacket, black trousers and a black shirt, ink exposed on their neck as a toothpick was in their mouths.

"Hello, welcome to Retro Bites," (Y/N) sounded like a broken record, repeating the same mantra for the billionth time that day. "Are you ready to order?"

"Ready to order some'a that ass!" The guy the nearest to her grins, taking his toothpick out and looking her up and down.

"I'll have a tray of fries and a coke," Brad says, glancing up at (Y/N) who looked evidently uncomfortable. In the time he had watched her walking around, he had time to admire her body but also understand why she was so sassy with him. "These will have a beer each."

She nods slowly, writing down their orders on the notepad. "Is that everything?"

"Yeah," Brad replies, glancing at his two friends who were surprised Brad wasn't making an offensive comment about the waitress. He sighs, trying not to ruin his reputation too much. "So you can go now."

Don't need to tell me twice, she thought before turning around and taking the order to the kitchen.

Brad felt bad for his comment that he made the first time she'd taken his order—she was just doing her job, not there to be perved on by customers. Maybe the fact that she had the balls to stand up to him made him feel bad, realising it's probably not the best thing to do to someone. He'd never say that to her though, she seems like the kind of person to gloat over him apologising to her.

Once their order was ready, she took a tray full of their drinks and went back into the café, making a beeline for their table before handing the drinks out for them and placing the fries in the middle. Brad slaps a ten pound note onto the table, paying for the food and drinks.

"Keep the change. It's your tip."

Surprised she got a tip from him, she takes it anyway with a curt nod, saying her usual scripted monologue about how they should enjoy their food and always feel free to call her for assistance.

She puts the ten pound note into the cash register by the bar, grabbing the change and putting it in the charity box rather than her own pocket. It was only fifty pence, so she didn't see why she should've kept it when someone else, a charity, could have it instead.

Not long after, Brad and his friends had finished drinking, eating, and talking really loudly and were ready to go. Brad got up first, sliding out of the booth and glancing around the café for (Y/N). She was serving another group of boys, however they were much more respectful than him and his friends as she smiles and laughed along with their innocent jokes. Brad's eyes lingered on her a little longer before he moves his head to face his friends who were complaining about the heat as they walked through the door.

That wasn't the last time Brad went to Retro Bites.

Brad walked into Retro Bites seven days later, all on his own. It had been a quiet day at the small diner, with only a few people littering around on the seats—a man sat at the bar, crying to the barman about his cheating wife, a lovestruck teenage couple smiling in the back corner, a group of young adults all laughing loudly. And then there was Brad, dressed in a white button up and his infamous black trousers.

He could see no sign of the waitress he'd arrived at the diner to see, though he thought he'd sit down and have a drink while he was here. The food and drink was nice enough, pretty standard, but the waitress he wanted to see was what really made him come back here.

He gets served by a woman with blonde hair and a kind smile as she takes his order quickly, her eyes never meeting Brad's out of fear. His name had been littered around town too many times for anyone to have the balls to look him in the eyes anymore.

Except, of course, (Y/N).

As the blonde waitress hands him his drink, he catches a glimpse of (Y/N)'s hair as she pulled up into a messy bun before taking the tray of food she needed to deliver to a the teenage couple. Brad made eye contact with her as she walked by, his fingers ghosting the ring of his latte.

"Anything else?" The waitress asks, pulling his attention from (Y/N).

"I'll have some fries," Brad says, digging out some money and handing it to her. "Keep the change."

She nods, moving away and keeping the change for herself as she gets his order of fries ready to be cooked.

"Brad Simpson wants some fries," the blonde waitress had said to the chef once she was in the kitchen and out of hearing range. "Get them done fast, yeah?"

"Yes, ma'am," the chef says, nodding and getting the fries done within only a few minutes. People knew better than to leave Brad Simpson waiting for too long.

She takes the box of fries into the diner, putting them down in front of him but his eyes were fixated on (Y/N) again as she set down some drinks for an elderly couple. As the blonde leans down to put the fries on the table, Brad's moved to the side so that he could still see (Y/N), catching her attention for a few seconds before the blonde speaks again.

"Is that everything?"

"Yeah," Brad nods, glancing at the blonde before trying to find (Y/N) again but she was walking back into the kitchen once more. He curses silently to himself, taking a sip of his latte before preying his eyes on the door in hope to grab (Y/N)'s attention again.

"Brad Simpson was looking at you," the blonde waitress had said. "Be careful, (Y/N, you know what he's like."

"I know what he's like better than anyone," she says. Most people that had confrontations with Brad Simpson never spoke about them, except her friend, Taylor. "Don't worry, I'll be careful."

Her concerned friend and co-worker nods with a smile before tending to a table that had just been sat at. (Y/N) sighs before going out of the kitchen, too, where she sorts out the money in the cash register. She could feel eyes burning into her but she shook off the feeling as she takes money from her uniform that she got from customers and puts it into the cash register, putting her tips in to the charity pot.

They money was all stuffed in her pocket from when the diner had met rush hour and she didn't have time to put the money in the cash register. Now, it had quietened down significantly as it reached closing time.

"Hey."

(Y/N) looks up, startled. It was sudden, it was confident, and it was the voice of Brad Simpson. He sits down at the bar next to the cash register, looking at her as he puts down his plastic tray of fries.

"Want one?" He offers, his eyes showing no signs of malice. She shakes her head, though, looking back down at the money in her hands as she continues to sort out the register. "You sure? I don't offer my food that often."

"I'm sure, I'm not allowed to eat on the job," she replies, her voice soft and gentle, unlike the first time Brad met her. He liked the sound of her voice.

"I won't tell if you don't," he winks, shoving the fries towards her. "Besides, you look famished. You should get some food in your system."

She glances from the fries, to Brad, to the clock, before back to Brad as she pushes the fries back to him. "I finish in thirty minutes, I can wait until then to get my own food. But thanks."

"If you say so," he says, taking a fry and eating it. "How long you worked here?"

Long enough to know the intentions of assholes like you, she thought before shrugging. "Not sure exactly. Couple years, maybe."

"And I've never seen you before last week," he drawls, glancing over her once over. "Are you busy tonight?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing?"

"Pretending I'm busy so you don't ask me to hang out with you," she says bluntly, putting the cash away and closing the draw of the cash register.

He chuckles. "You've always got a witty comeback, hm? It's quite entertaining to listen." She stares at him blankly, not biting back with a comment because she does want to give him that satisfaction. "A friend of a friend of mine is having a party tonight. You should come."

Brad Simpson didn't request people's presence, he demands it. Most people would agree, comply, no questions asked, except (Y/N).

"I already told you, I'm busy."

"I'll keep you company, (Y/N)."

She felt weird at the sound of her name rolling off of her tongue, but she shoves the feeling deep, deep down to the pit of her stomach. "You're just giving more of a reason not to go."

"Wear something nice," he says, grabbing the receipt the blonde waitress had given him when he was being served. He turns it over, scribbling some words onto it. "Here's the address, it starts at nine. I'll be disappointed if you don't come."

He downs the rest of his lukewarm latte, putting the glass on the marble bar before winking at her, leaning the diner swiftly.

She picks up the receipt with the address written onto it, glancing once over it. She shook her head, digging it into the depth of her pocket.

(Y/N) hated the party as soon as she walked in. She knew no one other than Brad, who she hadn't even spotted yet. People were drinking and dancing and talking and taking lines on the windowsill, and she felt uncomfortable. It wasn't her scene, she knew that before she even arrived, yet she still came without a real explanation as to why.

She wore a black dress, one that flowed from the waist yet still showed off her entire figure perfectly. Her hair was curled as it sat by her breasts, she wore a bracelet on her wrist and a ring on her middle finger, and she wore hooped earrings. She felt stunning, she looked stunning.

"Hello, beautiful," a voice says in her ear and she turns around, hand raised in defence and surprise, thankful its only Brad. Her shoulders relaxed. "Knew you'd end up coming. Can I get you a drink?"

She looked over his outfit for a moment, taking in his appearance. He wore black jeans that were cuffed up at the bottom, a brown plaited belt to keep them up while a white shirt was tucked into his jeans. He looked good, she couldn't deny that, but she knew it wasn't enough to make him get what he wanted from her. She wasn't as shallow to go for someone over their looks.

"No. I don't drink."

He nods slowly, his arm going over his shoulder because he knew people were looking at him. More specifically, the guys who wanted to catch (Y/N)'s attention and the girls who wanted to catch his attention. Brad was making a statement, claiming her as his for the night, proving to make sure that no one tried it on with her.

They walk through the lounge of the party, more people bustled around as they dance and laugh and gossip and drink. He had ditched his red solo cup somewhere else a while ago, which made it easier to spin her around and hold her hands at arms' length.

"Dance?" He says loudly over the music and she nods, letting him pull her close.

Her arms were slung loosely over his neck, his hands on her waist as they swayed to the beat of the slow song that he had told the DJ to put on 'once he was dancing with the prettiest girl in the room'.

"Surprised you came tonight," he starts a conversation, his head looking downwards as he makes eye contact with her.

"Me too," she says. "Don't know why I did come, actually. I don't like it here very much."

They both knew why she came, but neither of them wanted to say it to one another. She would just deny it and he would rub it in her face.

He spins her around as the beat drops in the song. She only turns one hundred and eighty degrees, causing Brad to pull her back flush again his chest. His lips dipped down to her ear, brushing over and sending a tingling sensation over her entire body.

"You look very pretty tonight," he says in her ear quietly. "The dress suits you, it's nice seeing you out of your uniform."

He spins her again, she turns a few times before he pulls her back to his chest, this time so they're facing each other.

"If the only reason you invited me here tonight was to offer me compliments so I'll end up sleeping with you, then I'll be leaving," she says, pushing herself away from his chest.

He was surprised, never being rejected before. Nonetheless, he begins to play it off cool. "Who said anything about sleeping together?"

"I'm not stupid, I think I know your intentions," she shakes her head. "You forget that you're known around town a lot, I've heard the rumours about you."

Rumours. Rumours, rumours, rumours. He hated that word, he hated every letter of it. There were too many untrue rumours about him, that the word started to settle wrong in his bones. There was nothing he hated more than falsities.

"They're rumours for a reason," he says but she shakes her head. "But believe what you want."

She takes a few steps back. "I'm going to go home, this isn't my scene." He doesn't react, he just watches her move away from him before she turns and walks out of the house, glad that the visit was short.

(Y/N) walks out of her work, just finishing her final shift of the week. She was ready to go home, relax, take some time to herself. After the failed party the night before, she was still exhausted from getting ready to go out.

She walks through the door, pulling her jacket tight over her body. It was cold as the darkness began to settle over the blue skies, turning it navy and the clouds gray.

"Y/N)," Brad's voice startled here, always seeming to be welcomed by surprise. She turns to her left to see him leaning against his motorbike with his arms folded. "I came to apologise."

"For what?"

"Misleading my intentions," he says, pushing himself off of the bike as he walks over to her. She sighs, not wanting to engage in a silly conversation with him. It wasn't that serious, she had hoped he'd get the hint and would leave her alone though.

"I'm not bothered, Brad. You didn't have to drive all this way to apologise."

"I know, but it felt like it an apology was due," he says, lifting up sunglasses she didn't even notice he was wearing. "For my comments the first time we met, for pushing you to go to the party, for misleading you with my intentions."

"Apology accepted," she says, beginning to move forward but Brad steps in front of her. "What are you doing? I have a bus to catch?"

"What's your address? I'll take you home," he offers and she opens her mouth to object but he beats her to it. "Consider it a part of my apology."

She sighs, nodding only because it would be quicker for her to get home. She's compliant, following him to his bike before he hands her his helmet, causing her to frown.

"You're not wearing one?"

"I've been riding this bike for years," he says with a chuckle. "Don't need one, really. Besides, you should wear it so you feel safer."

She nods slowly, putting it on her head before clipping it together. She gets on the bike, sat behind him as he grips the bike handles, ready to leave.

"Hold on tight, (Y/N)," he says as he turns it on. "Don't want you falling off."

She sighs, holding on to his torso as she jokes. "I'm starting to think that this was your way of getting me to hold you."

He chuckles before getting her address and setting off, the roar of the engine loud in her sensitive ears as they drive through the streets of Long Valley. It was dark, street lights blocking out the shadows as they lit up people's faces. Barely anyone was walking on the sidewalks anyway, most people resorting to driving at this time of night. The few shops that were open were dimly lit and mostly empty, giving the town a barren feeling.

When they arrive at her address, Brad turns off the engine of his motorcycle and helps her off as she's a bit dizzy. He only knew he way to her house because he's known every inch of Long Valley since he was a little kid.

"Thank you," she says honestly once she's off of the bike and has her balance back.

"My pleasure," he says. "Maybe I'll see you around, (Y/N)."

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