Bradley Simpson (The Vamps)

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You sat at an empty table, alone. No one wanted to go to Prom with you. At least, no one asked you.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see the curly haired boy you grown to love giving you his hand.

You gladly take his hand and he walks you to the dance floor.

"Why did you ask me to dance?" You ask.

"Because I was too nervous to ask you to Prom." He smiles.

You wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist.

"Well, does that mean you like me?" You ask.

You had a crush on Brad since the first day of high school.

"Yeah, it does. I have liked you since the first day of school." He says.

"Same here."

"Well, will you be my girlfriend?" He asks.

"Definitely." You say.

"Good, I have been dying to do this." He slams his lips to your lips.

His tongue slips into your mouth and you allow it.

Best night ever.

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