Unprecedented | Bradley Simpson

two

chapter two

I am in complete and utter shock as Bradley Simpson walks towards my car. I'm not a huge fan, or fangirl for that matter but I know that Brad is the lead singer of his band, The Vamps.

I remain in shock until he knocks on my window, causing me to jump in my car seat. I wind the window down in record time and for the first time in oh, I don't know, forever I see his face up close and believe me, I think my breathing falters momentarily.

He runs his hand through his chocolaty brown hair, before clearing his throat and saying "Are you alright, love?"

"Yeah, I'm alright." I breathe, barely containing my catonic joy. My hands are shaking with relief. Someone is here to rescue me!

He eyes me and my car thoughtfully before he says "And your car? Is it, you know, dead?"

"Yeah." I mumble, finally remembering why I am here in the first place.

"Oh," He says softly, as if feeling my pain right now. "And you live how far away?"

After a moment of pondering the street, the traffic, and the current time── nine o'clock ──I give him a stern answer that I'm sure is correct.

"About an hour." I say, biting my lip.

"So," He says, awkwardly jamming his hands into the pocket of his jeans. He also runs a hand through his hair. "Do you have any way of getting back home, tonight?"

Where is this going?

"N-no." I stutter. Words have failed me.

"Well, love if you would like, you could crash at my place for the night?" He says, smiling shyly.

Oh my guacamole. Um.. yes? Maybe? Okay.

I gulp. "Yeah, I g-guess that would.. um.. be okay..." I stutter, a little nervous about agreeing to going to a complete stranger's house to spend the night.

His smile gets wider as he opens my car door. I step out of the open door, grabbing all of my belongings. I lock the door, and it clicks.

Where does he live exactly? I ponder, not wanting to walk a long distance.

He points his apartment out to me, as if answering my question. It is a penthouse apartment in what looks like a posh apartment building. Though it is quite far away, the only reason I even see where he's pointing to is because it's so high.

"Cool," I mumble, trying for a nonchalant expression. "Nice place."

"Thanks," He says, grinning down at me. "And love?"

Is this my new nickname?

"Mmhmm." I mumble in a daze.

"What's your name?"

"Sady Wells, but I like Sades better." I say, shyly.

"Beautiful name, for a beautiful girl." He murmurs more to himself, than to me. Even then, I still blush furiously. Though, I don't know why he would say that because I'm not beautiful. I'm nowhere near beautiful.

"Do you know my name, Sady?" He asks, calmly. Of course I do, but I decide to play a little game with him.

"I'm not sure. But I do know that you're in a band... what's the name again?" I say, snapping my fingers and feigning innocence. "Oh yeah! I've got it. One Direction. You're the curly haired one... um, Harry, right?"

I giggle at the absolute horror on his face. He honestly thinks that I believe he's Harry Styles. Though you wouldn't blame me if I actually thought he was Harry Styles. They look a lot alike.

"Okay, okay. Jokes aside, now. You're Bradley Simpson, lead vocalist of The Vamps." I say, still giggling.

Bradley breathes a sigh of relief before he grins widely at me. "Not funny. I get compared to that guy all the time."

"Oh, it was totally funny." I say, grinning back at him. "Oh and by the way," I say flirtaciously. "I prefer brown eyes to green."

"Oh really?" He asks, flirting back. "I like blue eyes on beautiful girls." I turn away, without an answer, desperately trying to hide my blush.

"So Sady you think it's cool to call people Harry Styles, huh?" He asks, amused.

"Yes Brad, I do. Because I'm a sadist that won't give you the satisfaction of hearing your own name." I mumble sarcastically.

"Oh, so you're a sadist now. Well Sady 'sadistic' Wells, I find you quite intriguing." He teases me. His eyes are alight with amusement.

Great, now he thinks I'm a sadist.

"Well, Bradley 'Harry Styles' Simpson, I'm glad I could be hired as your personal comedienne." I say, smiling.

He smiles back.

For five minutes, we both walk down the street in a comfortable silence. Me, giddy from being so close to him. And him, lost in his own thoughts. We walk straight, dodging a few cyclists── who the hell bikes at this time of night anyway? ──before Bradley pulls me to a stop in front of a large, classy building.

Wordlessly, we walk into a homey, light blue lobby. But the homey effect is kind of ruined when you look up and see the massive chandelier, adorning the building's roof. The lobby attendants── girls and guys ──all greet Brad with everything from love to lust dancing in their eyes. He waves to them, completely oblivious to their looks.

Bless him.

We get on the elevator and Brad presses the button that says 38. The elevator takes us to the 38th floor and Bradley's apartment is right in front of us. He unlocks, then opens the door. We both step into the apartment and there are boxes everywhere.

The boxes could only mean that he's just moved in. Either that, or he's just a slob. I choose the first option because I like him, and don't want to think of him negatively just yet.

"Can I offer you a drink or anything?" He asks. I can't help but smile at how much of a gentleman he is being. I never get offered drinks anywhere, not even at the restaurants I go to. And they're supposed to offer you drinks.

"No, thanks." I say, still smiling a little. It's all a bit too surreal for me to comprehend.

He full-on grins before walking towards what I assume is the kitchen. I trail behind him. I stand there awkwardly as Brad grabs a Coke from his fridge. I watch as his adam's apple bobs up and down with every gulp that he takes.

"Shit!" He hisses suddenly and facepalms himself. I pray that for my sake and his that he hasn't left a dent on that face.

"What? What?" I shriek, looking around frantically for any trouble devouring the human race.

"Love, there's no trouble." He says, raising an eyebrow. He smirks, as I sigh with relief.

"But..." He continues. "The reason I said shit! is because I just remembered that the other rooms are full of boxes and paint cans. So, um you'll have to sleep in my room. With me." He says, staring at me. His voice is soft and kind.

I don't know what else to say, so I just mumble an "Okay."

"Okay?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

I nod quickly, not taking my eyes off him.

"Okay, you'll sleep with me?" He asks, almost jubilant.

"Yes Bradley! Okay, I'll sleep with you! Err.. no, not sleep with you. But I'll uh.. sleep in your room." I stumble over my words.

He smiles at me before mumbling to himself, "Cute."

He guides me into the room and I freeze in shock at what I see. The room is bare and has a faint masculine smell, but that's not where the terror is. It's the freezing cold wooden floor and one king size bed, that make me freeze.

Shit! is very correct in describing this situation.

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a/n: woah chapter two omg