PLAYLIST FOR THIS CHAPTER.
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All about you- Mcfly
Baby I'm yours- Arctic Monkeys
Stay here- The Vamps.
Loving you- Paolo Nutini.
Shout about it - The Vamps
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On the morning of Valentine's Day I woke up feeling great. Alone in my own bed, my groggy hangover gone and not expelled from school. Plus it was Valentine's Day, the first Valentine's Day that I'd had a boyfriend for. Neither of us were particularly sentimental, so I didn't expect anything super mushy- but I was excited.
When Brad knocked at my door at around 5 I was still getting dressed. I subconsciously shoved on a robe and leapt to the front door, I flung it open and gasped... Brad's previously eyebrow covering hair had been chopped, not dramatically but enough to make him look almost older. His lip and eyebrow piecing shimmered under the dull sunlight. He'd clearly been on a sunbead as his skin was 2 shades darker than normal, his skin stood in perfect contrast to his buttoned down shirt, showing off a few of his delicate tattoos on his chest and neck, and then his heavy winter coat.
"Holy shit you look good." I gasped, hugging him tightly. "You hair looks great." I said into the fabric of his coat.
I looked up to see his smile, so I smiled in response.
"I love it when you smile." He spoke huskily, pressing his index finger to my lips. I kissed his finger, grinning again by instinct against his skin. I grabbed Brad's hand to pull him upstairs but he stopped me.
"Babe. I just wanna speak to your dad real quick... I'll be up in a sec, okay?" He asked softly.
I nodded, slightly confused but not pushing it. I sprinted back to my room, where I had all time low, a new band that Connor had introduced me to- a kind of punk vibe, but I liked it.
I was dancing around the room and trying to work out what to wear for our mysterious night out when Brad let himself in. I jumped in my stride, bursting out laughing as Brad rolled his eyes and asked me why I was listening to 'Connors shit'.
"I kinda like it." I replied honestly. Laughing again as Brad laughed at me. "Why did you wanna speak to my dad?" I asked curiously.
Brad smirked. "You'll find out later."
"I want to know now baby." I winged, poking out my lower lip. Brad moved forward and pecked at my lips sweetly.
"It's a surprise..." He whispered into my mouth.
We left the house 15 minuets later, Brad having helped me pick an outfit of casual attire- leaving me guessing what we were doing this evening. We chatted casually about the band, about school and whatnot as we walked to the train station and boarded a train to Birmingham. No matter how many times I asked where we were going, he just smiled at me through his perfectly sculpted dimples and shook his head. Once we eventually reached Birmingham it was dark outside, the city was illuminated by streetlights and kept alive by the people on the streets. Brad led me through the crowds, pulling me though the chatters of people, holding me close as he felt my palms begin to sweat and my heart begin to race.
"Nearly there babe. Hold on." He murmured into my ear, soothing my anxiety.
As we got closer to our destination I soon became aware of the alarming amount of young girls and teenagers walking with us. That's when I looked up and realised that Brad and I stood outside a large building which read 'Genting Arena'. I looked at Brad quickly, catching glimpse of his happy smirk.
"We're here." He smiled. I turned to face him, looking up at his beautiful face.
"Who are we seeing?" I asked quietly, unable to contain my excitement.
"Mcfly." He replied, his smile growing as he watched my face stretch into grin.
I jumped into the air, releasing a small excited squeak. Brad laughed at my reaction, leaning down and kissing my wind blown hair.
"Did I do well?" He asked.
"Your the best." I replied, pulling at Brad's waist and pressing my head against his chest, breathing in his sent- god he smelt good.
We marched into the venue, surrounded by floods of excited fans all kitted out in the bands merchandise. We awaited in our standing area, jumping with excitement, me still beaming with happiness. I smiled at him, clutching his hand tightly, taking in his beautiful features. He just looked so perfect- I didn't tell him enough.
"I don't think I told you how gorgeous you look this evening." I crocked into his ear.
"Nahh, you did babe- but I like hearing it so it's cool." He laughed, biting his lip seductively.
Eventually the band came on and the screaming was slightly overwhelming, Brad grinned at me as he yelled along to the words, his dimples popping as he grinned. I screamed and shouted at the stage where the boys stood, shouting 'I love you Dougie' at least 200 times. Brad laughed at me, cracking up over my shouting.
"Don't laugh at me." I laughed, lightly punching his arm.
"If I change my name to Dougie, learn the bass and grow a few inches will you marry me?" He asked, smirking slightly.
"Shut up you fool." I laughed.
Once the gig was over we ran to the train station, not wanting to miss the last one over the sea of fangirls. Once we got to the station Brad walked over to the register to buy our tickets, leaving me leaning against the glass wall. I smiled to myself at the amazing night I'd had. I was 100% sober, we both were, no alcohol at all. Yet I felt so high. I opened my eyes slowly as I felt a shadow over me, I stared confusedly at a guy maybe slightly older than Brad standing beside me.
"You alright love?" He asked creepily.
"I'm good thanks mate." I stammered- trying to sound confident to not make myself look vulnerable.
"You looking for a lift home?" He asked, licking his dry lips and pressing his hand against the glass wall and leaning over me, his eyes fixed onto my chest.
"No thankyou. My boyfriend is just over there... I should probably get going." I replied sternly, trying to push past him.
"You sure?" He asked, pushing me back against the wall.
He went to say something else, but was cut off by Brad shoving him out of the way.
"The fuck do you think your doing!?" He yelled at the creep, glaring at him icily.
"Mate, common I was just talking to her." He slurred. I looked at Brad, trying to disguise just how fucking scared I was.
"Go home your pissed... And stay the fuck away from my girl." He snarled, his eyes widening.
The guy laughed hautily. "Your girl? Don't make me fucking laugh, holy shit babe- you could do better." He slurred again. His manner made me feel sick, and I wanted nothing more than to go home. Brad sensed my anxiety, punched him straight on the nose, his face turning an angry red as he smiled at the 'click' that the bone made. The man staggered back, the mix of his drunkness and pain causing him to tumble to the floor. He cursed vigorously, smacking his hands on the floor and yelling at Brad.
"Twat." Brad snarled, his eyes livid. "Sorry baby." He muttered, locking his hand with mine as a security guard marched over. To my horror he pulled Brad's hands into and cuffs.
"Stop!" I yelled, almost in tears. "That guy!" I pointed to the pissed-up arsehole trying to get off of the floor. "He was harassing me... He wouldn't leave me alone!" I protested.
The guard frowned at me slowly.
"Don't move." He snapped at the guy on the floor. He proceeded to ask what we were doing here so late.
"Mate we're just on our way home from a concert, we were only trying to have a nice Valentine's Day." Muttered Brad, rolling his eyes as the guard slowly un-cuffed him.
"Go home you too. This isn't a place for kids like you this time of the night... As for you." He nodded to Brad. "Try to contain your anger- I know it's hard when someone's all over your woman, but handle it like a man."
Brad and I sat on the train together. He draped his harm around me when he saw me shiver. I rested my head on his shoulder, kissing his neck. We shared a train with a few girls from the concert who oohed and ahhed at us.
"Thankyou for tonight baby." I whispered in his pink ear.
"Was it okay?" He replied.
"Fucking amazing... I definitely love you more than Dougie by the way... Your hotter too." I giggled, rubbing my nose against his jacket and smelling the sent of aftershave, the cold and cigarettes.
"Are you smelling me?" He laughed, stroking my hair. I nodded innocently, laughing into his chest.
We laughed all the way home, Brad occasionally chipping in about how excited he was to get the band going properly now.
Once we arrived back at Sutton station Brad wrapped his jacket around me, pulling the heavy fabric across my chest.
"You'll be cold." I said, trying to remove the coat, but he tugged it tighter around me, blocking the wind from me, his arms wrapped around my waist, tracing his thumbs over my stomach.
"You can thank me later." He smirked.
As he dragged me into the taxi, he gave just his address to the taxi man, kissing me deeply.
"I gotta get home too." I said quietly.
"No you don't..." He trailed off, looking very pleased with himself. I threw him a puzzled look and he chuckled.
"When I spoke to your dad earlier, I asked if you could stay over mine... Provided of course that I sleep on the sofa." He stopped for a moment, tracing his finger over my leg. "Obviously I won't be sleeping on the sofa... I'll be sleeping with you." He smirked.
So that's why he was talking to my dad earlier.
I lunged forward, gripping at my clever boyfriends face, kissing his cold pierced lips, trailing my teeth down his exposed neck.
"Your so fucking smart." I laughed into his neck as I pulled at his windswept hair.
We contained ourselves throughout the rest of the journey. I continued to tell Brad that he was clever, and he oh so modestly just replied with. "You can thank me when we get back."
So, we let ourselves into his grand house, kissing up the stairway, falling into his room. My eyes widened to see Brad's freshly made bed, a bunch of roses laying on his bed, unlit candles dotted around his room.
"Oh." He let out quickly, pulling a lighter from his pocket and lightning all of the candles, grinning at me.
"You so planned this." I laughed, smiling at his shocking effort.
"I just hope your not on your period again, because as you can see lots of love and care went into making this shag pad look nice and it needs to be put to good use."
I chucked, taking his bottom lip between my teeth, quickly pecking his mouth.
"Well... Your in luck. Plus I feel like I need to thank you for giving me the best Valentine's Day ever."
And boy did I thank him...
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