We all sat in a circle, talking about tonight's show, everyone was buzzing and the room was full of chatter; it wasn't just us girls and the boys, it was the whole crew.
"All everyone's talking about on social media is Chardley." Joe laughed, watching Brad pull me into his chest and kiss the top of my head.
"It was so cute though!" Anastasia said, laughing at Brad when he pulled a face.
"Excuse me, I am not cute!" He said, mocking offence in his voice.
"Well what are you?" I giggled. He winked at the boys and they all stood up striking a pose.
"We are sexy!" They chorused and everyone fell about in laughter, god they're weird but you've got to love them.
"You wish!" I smirked, they all fell back on the floor.
"Oi!" Tristan shouted, "trissy boi is sexy!" I laughed at how offended he was and cuddled back into Brad. We sat there for a few hours and I was on the brink of sleep when a light flashed in front of my face.
"Hey!" I jumped up, in a boxers position, "who was that!" I looked at Connor and George who were both holding a phone in their hands, smirks plastering their faces. "Alright now, own up and nobody will get hurt."
"Check Instagram," James laughed, as I stepped closer to them. So I got out my phone and clicked on Instagram.
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Thevampstris: a rare lottie spotted in her most found position, asleep; on a rare Bradley Simpson.
"Tris!" I yelled, turning in his direction, "You nearly made innocent George and Connor get hurt!"
"But they"- he paused as I stepped nearer him, "they helped!" Brad giggle from behind me.
"Argh, I hate youuuuu!" I elongated my 'u' but giggled at the end to show I was joking, I love them all. Of course!
"We love you too Charlotte." I shook my head at them all jokingly and Fin stood up.
"Righto," he turned to us, "I think it's time we went to sleep."
I groaned and pulled a "feel sorry for me" face.
"Especially you missie!" Everyone laughed as I stepped backwards pretending to be offended.
"Well I'm locking the door so none of you dickheads can take pictures of me!" I smiled innocently and grabbed Brad's hand.
"Dickheads?" George yelled after me, "disgusting language!"
"I should probably wash my mouth out with soap!" I replied back and Brad giggled, pulling us into our hotel room and closing the door.
"There you go," He smiled, "you can get some sleep now." He passed me a long top that I'd stolen from his house.
"Thank you," I turned around and walked to the door with the bathroom. I never got changed in front of him, I had load of scars from Tom and being kidnapped and it really brought down my confidence, I hardly ever wore short sleeves. I couldn't let Brad see the scars. I walked out of the bathroom and Brad was standing there in some blue pyjamas, looking for something.
"What have you lost now?" I laughed at his puzzled face, as I climbed into the king sized bed.
"I can't find the plug sockets," he threw the charger cable at the floor, in annoyance.
"Babe there's two each side of the bed," I started laughing. "Why do you need them?" I asked.
"Just in case they have an update." He said, plugging both our chargers in the wall and connecting the phones. We both knew what he meant, he stays up late, to see if they've found the stalker, kidnappers and the person who ran me over. I'm so unlucky.
"Brad, I doubt they'll..." right on cue, my phone started ringing. I slid it off the table. Detective Jones. "Gimme a second I need to take this." I told him, getting up from my bed, sliding open the French doors and walking out onto the balcony.
"Hello Miss Manning." The detective answered as soon as I picked it up.
"Hi detective Jones." I greeted him back.
"Are you sitting down?"
Why would I need to be sitting down, I thought to myself.
"Yeah?" I replied, unsure. This never meant good news.
"We found who was responsible for your hit and run."
Brilliant, only took you a fucking year.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"It was..." my eyes widened in shock. It was them? But how? I never even did anything to them to remotely even make them want me dead?
"But, it's your mum." He said bringing me out of my trance.
"What about her?" I asked, standing up and taking a deep breath.
Everything ran in slow motion, the movement of the clouds, the sound of the cars below me, the chatter of New Hope Club and Harvey in the room next to me.
"She's dead." He told me bluntly.
"No she's not, you're joking." I screamed down the phone, Brad came out onto the balcony as well as George and James on the neighbouring ones.
"Charlotte, I wish I was," I heard him gulp, "I've worked really close with you and it honestly hurts me to tell you this."
"Say it again..." I whispered, ignoring my friends concerned voices.
"Your mum is dead..." I felt one single tear drop hit the wooden floor as my phone slipped out off my sweat cladded hand and I ran inside, Brad following behind me, shouting desperately, trying to block me from locking myself in the bathroom but I ducked under his arm, slammed shut the door and locked it.
"NO! NO!" I yelled at the top of my voice, falling to the tiled floor, crying. "NO! NO!" I kept repeating as I punched the tiles until my hands were raw red and bleeding.
"Charlotte baby," I heard Brad gently say from outside the door, "Charlotte please, open the door." He was crying.
But I couldn't, I don't want anyone to see me, my mum was, no is my rock and I refuse to believe she's gone. I have no family now. I have no aunties. No uncles. No grandparents. My dad doesn't even care about me.
Why does nothing ever go right for me?
"Fine then Charlotte, I'll get the others!" Brad gave up, and I heard him leave.
A/n; I cried whilst writing this chapter because I honestly felt awful about doing this to her and guess whose ill again🙄
