The Vamps Imagines/One Shots

Short Bradley Imagine

You looked at your watch. he was late for your first date. only ten minutes, but you were starting to get tired of sitting on a bench at the beach with nobody next to you. you sighed. every five minutes you looked at you watch as ten minutes turned to half an hour, but then you saw brad running up from the parking lot. a sense of relief and anger welled up in you, but it was released in a simple question.

“where have you been?” you asked, a slightly hurt look in your eyes. at first he only stood there with his mouth open, but then he continued as he pulled a bouquet out from behind his back.

“you have no idea how much I had to go through to get these.” he said, sitting down next to you and giving you the flowers. you let him wrap his arm around you as you looked at the fragile roses and smiled.

“tell me.” you said. and he told you the story of three closed shops, eight lines, two angry check out girls, and eighteen stop lights. he had never meant to leave you alone.