fall • brad simpson [on hold]

twelve • dates - part two

'Ok, close your eyes' He directed as we neared an exit door. I obliged, shutting my eyes swiftly as I felt Brad place both of his hands around my waist, pushing me forward through the doors. 'Ok, you can look now.'

The sight in front of me was extraordinary. In my direct vision was a small ice rink, lit up by yellow and white fairy lights of which dangled from the sides of the rink and from the trees towering above the ice. Families were skating all over the place, holding hands, jumping, spinning, whatever trick they could manage. Hot chocolate stands were placed on every curved corner, serving what smelt like the most heavenly drink I had ever tasted. The stars were lighting up the dark sky, managing to free us from any more rain falling. 

Even though I was dying to kiss Brad in the rain again, but I kept that to myself.

'Oh my God' were the only words I could once again manage to allow to escape my lips, as Brad led me over to where we would exchange our shoes.

'You like it?' Brad asked, nervously. I was unsure why though, this entire day had been utter perfection. I wouldn't have minded if we stayed in all day watching movies and cuddled up on the sofa, but this – this was out my wildest dreams.

'I love this! Thank you so much, for everything.' I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving Brad a tight embrace, letting him know how grateful I was about this whole day. 'How did you know I liked ice-skating?'

'You told me when we were walking home yesterday, so I looked up places, and I thought that night-time Christmas ice-skating would be romantic'

'This is beyond romantic, Brad, this is amazing. This is- this is the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you again.'

'You deserve the best' He shrugged, acting as if it was nothing. I gave him a wide grin and we finally paid attention to the man behind the desk 'Size 8 and 5 please' Brad asked, politely. 

'Coming right up, sir. Quite a looker you've got there' the man responded, making me nervously look down as Brad hooked his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

'I know' He said, looking down at me. 'What is with everyone today, can't keep their eyes off you, even when I kiss you, which is going to be happening very soon if that red on your cheeks doesn't die down a little' Brad joked, making me blush even harder. The man returned with the shoes, and we quickly put on our skates and made our way to the ice.

Luckily, both Brad and I knew how to ice-skate, so we were both free to skate wherever we wanted, without the hastle of having to hold onto the bars at the side of the rink. I took Brad's hand and led him around the rink a few times, and he returned the favour by leading me the complete opposite direction and letting me go, so I went flying towards the side of the rink. This happened many times – both of us ending up in ecstatic laughter as one pushed the other over, trying so hard not to lose their balance.

'Let me try something' Brad said. I raised my eyebrow at him, already knowing what he was trying to do. 'Just trust me, go to the other side of the rink and skate as fast as you can towards me, then jump. Trust me, please' He begged.

'Ok, but if I end up losing a finger I'm blaming you.'

'I'll chop one of mine off as well so we're equal' He shouted from behind me as I made my way towards the edge. 'One, two, three... go!' Brad screamed, and as fast as I could, I skated towards Brad, pushing down slightly as I got closer and closer to him. This could go two ways, one, we miraculously succeed and manage to perfect the lift that Brad was dying to try. On the other hand, I could crush Brad and we could both end up losing a finger or two. Let's hope it's the first option.

When I thought I had reached a reasonable distance between Brad and myself, I jumped as high as I could as Brad's hands held onto my waist, pushing me up. I held my hands up high, and somehow we managed to perfect the 'Dirty Dancing' lift, but on ice.

For approximately two seconds before we both plummeted to the ground.

'That was amazing! I felt like I was flying!' I exclaimed, pulling Brad up from the ice, trying to regain both of our balances. 'Thank you, once again, this day has been the best ever, thank you, thank you, thank you!' I shouted, as Brad wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

'I'm glad you had a good day' He smiled, staring at my lips.

'It wouldn't have been nearly as good if it wasn't for you. Look at everything you've done! We went to a theme park which was incredible, and now this, I honestly can't thank-' I was cut off when Brad pressed his lips to mine.

Momentarily, I was completely oblivious to the families watching on, staring, 'aww'ing and smiling, as I lifted my hands up to roam my fingers through Brad's hair, my elbows resting comfortably on his shoulders. His hands moved to my back, his palms spreading wide across my jacket. To my dismay, he pulled away too soon, yet still kept his face merely centimetres apart.

'Now I have your attention, Lily, will you please do the honour of being my beautiful, funny, smart, gorgeous, sweet, caring, and let's not forget smokin' hot in that dress right now, girlfriend?' He asked, eyes full of hope and admiration. It took me no time to answer, already knowing what I was going to say.

'Of course. I'd love to be your girlfriend, Brad' I smiled, before reconnecting our lips in a chaste kiss.

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I WANNA SAVE YA

WANNA SAVE YOUR HEART TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

god i love 1d i'm 1d af

anyway, i hope this chapter was what you were waiting for, if not then none of you told me so lmao

also i wanna go ice skating at night time at christmas why did i write this i hate myself i need a boyfriend preferably harry or brad ugm

SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT THIS IS SO SHIT AND IDK MAN I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE 

ilysm thank you all for the reads and votes awww ilysm xxxxx