#bradley simpson fanfic
Okay I’m really annoyed at myself because I started writing this imagine a couple of days ago and then my computer crashed and I didn’t save it. But anyway, here’s the first imagine in ages (and here’s hoping I don’t suck at writing!). X
Brad loved being on tour with his band somuch and he wouldn’t dream of doing anything else as a career, especially with the amount of success the band was gaining. He couldn’t imagine how his life could get any better than it was right now; he had the perfect job, most amazing friends and family and the best girlfriend he’d ever dreamed of. He had it all.
Every single time Brad came home from touring his parents would throw him a ‘surprise’ party, although it stopped being a surprise after the 3rd time it happened. It didn’t matter the time of year, or the weather, they would always have people over at the house or in the back garden.
This year when Brad finished tour it was the start of summer. Sure, the band still had a handful of summer shows and festivals to play at but they were mostly in the UK with a couple of events scattered Europe but that was towards the end of the summer so Brad wasn’t too worried about it yet.
“He’s home! My baby’s home!” Brad could hear his mum shout from the front door as he was getting out of the taxi and dragging his suitcase out of the door.
She ran down the front steps as Brad paid the taxi driver and slammed the door shut. Just as the taxi drove off Brad spun around and was pulled in to a massive, suffocating hug from his mum. He laughed, although struggled to breath before dropping the handle of his suitcase and doing his best to wrap his arms around her.
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Once they were inside the house and settled with cups of tea, Brad started to wonder where everyone else was.
“Mum, where’s Dad and Nat? And the other hundred people you usually have over when I come back from tour? Please don’t say you’re stopping the ‘surprise’ parties… They’re the best things about being home.” Brad cheekily grinned, adding the last part to see if his mum would notice.
“Oi, I thought the best thing about coming home would be having me do all your washing.” Brad’s mum joined in on the joke causing Brad to cackle in laughter.
“No there will be a party, but it’s tomorrow. Tonight was too short notice and plus, I thought you’d be too tired. Instead we’re going to have a family movie night.” Brad’s mum continued once Brad had finished laughing, finally answering his question. “Oh and I’ve invited Y/N.”
Brad immediately grinned with the mention of your name. It had been so long since he’d seen you and the fact that his parents had thought to include you in a family movie night made everything so much more better.
You and Brad had been dating for many years now; way before he was contacted by James and The Vamps were formed. You’d been there through everything and although sometimes you’d both felt like it was too much to carry on dating you made it work. You’d never felt the amount of love for Brad than you had for anyone else; although you had only dated a couple of guys previous; you knew he was the one and he felt completely the same about you.
With being on tour for months, Brad had been left alone with his thoughts each night in the tour bus. He’d thought about your life together and how you were going to grow old together one day. He was sure that you were the one he was going to marry. He just needed the perfect timing.
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When Brad woke the next morning he felt content. He stretched slightly before quickly realising he wasn’t in the cramped tour bunk that he’d been sleeping in for the past month and a bit. If that didn’t make his morning a whole lot better then seeing you lying next to him in one of his t-shirts definitely did.
His smile grew bigger as you stirred slightly and started to waken. He lightly pressed his lips to your jaw, leaving small kisses on after an other before going down along your neck until he reached your collarbones, moving the t-shirt slightly with his hand.
“Good morning, baby.” He mumbled into your skin, causing you to grin like an idiot but blush slightly.
“Morning, handsome.” You returned as Brad kisses back up to your jaw before he was eye level with you and pecked your lips a couple of times.
“You… look so… beautiful… Y/N.” Brad said in between pressing kisses to your lips.
“Brad, I just woke up! My hair’s probably everywhere and I bet you anything there’s mascara from yesterday under my eyes.” You laughed, pushing his face away from you and turning away from him.
“Well, yeah you’re right there is mascara under your eyes but you still look incredibly and insanely beautiful… Which doesn’t surprise me, because you always seem to do.” Brad was being serious, you could tell by the tone in his voice.
“How did I get so lucky to land with you as my boyfriend?” You turned around so now you were both on your sides, facing each other.
“Good question.” Brad winked, making you laugh before hitting his arm lightly. “I’m kidding, baby. I’m the lucky one.”
And with that, Brad’s lips found yours once again but this time the kiss was a lot deeper and led to more than just a couple of compliments.
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