DEAL? {Brad simpson Fanfic)

•|Chapter 8|•

"Do you actually like brad or are you just in this for the money"

Those words spinning around in my head making me dizzy,
How am I going to go on a date with brad tonight if those words won't leave my head?
It's like a constant reminder!
You know when your mum asks you to do something and you tell her "in a minute" and she keeps nagging you until you get it done?
Well that's similar to the voice in my head.

It's 6:55 and my date with brad is in just over an hour, I've no idea what to wear because I haven't a clue where we are going?
Should I go formal, causal what?!?
Sitting on the floor rummaging through my suitcase throwing clothes all over the floor repeating the same words
'Nope'  'hell no' 'why the fuck did I buy this' 'I'm bringing this to the charity shop'
You never realise how ugly your clothes are until you are going on a date.
Rubbing my temples with a sigh I got out my phone and quickly dialled ambers number;
4 rings and she answered
"Hello?" She spoke through the phone

"Amber hey it's Ava.."

"I know I've caller ID" she laughed
"What's up?"

"I'm going on a date with brad in an hour and I've nothing to wear!!" I panicked

"Whoa whoa whoa calm yourself child;
You've a tonne of clothes your a model for fuck sake" she laughed

"Amberrr" I whined

"Where are you" she asked

"In a hotel in Birmingham can you get here?"

"Sorry babes but I'm with Alex in Manchester for the week"

"Well this call was pointless" I mumbled

"Listen just wear anything you feel comfortable in I know brad and he won't care if you wore a bin bag he likes you for you" she said reassuringly

"Okay, thanks anyways I'll see you soon"

"Enjoy your night"

"Enjoy your week and tell Alex I said hi"

"I will bye"

"Bye"

After ending the call I settled on a Maroon skirt and tights with a white vest top tucked in with a skinny black belt around my waist and a cream shaul and I wore my black ankle booties.
Curling my hair and keeping my make up natural it was already 7:56.

Looking at my appearance in the mirror there was a knock on the door,
Opening it I saw brad dressed with a white shirt his signature black skinny jeans a wine doc martins, they must be new cause I've never seen him wear them.
"You ready?" He smiled making his dimples prominent
"Yep let me just fetch my bag" i quickly retrieved my Michael Kors bag and returned to bradley.
"So where are we going?" I asked curiously
"It's nothing big but this new Italian restaurant opened up in the city and I hear it's meant to be nice" he told me
I noticed he kept fiddling with the ring on his index finger,
Was he nervous?
"Sounds great!" I reassured him
A look of relief washed over brads face and he intwined our hands together.

Walking out of the lobby a few fans where scattered around screaming at brad for a photo,
One girl pulled my hair to get me out of the way
"Excuse me what do you think you're doing!!" Brad snapped angrily coming over to me
"I just want a photo" the annoying little bitch said cockily
"There's a way of asking not pulling an innocent girls hair off her head say sorry!" He demanded
Brads tone was dark and angry I've never hear him speak with so much anger as he's usually a happy joyful guy but this girl struck a nerve with him
"K fine look Hun I'm sorry; better" she faked a smile
Brad just sighed and walked away from the girls, and to the limousine that was waiting patiently for us
"Are you okay?" He asked me sitting inside and pouring a glass of champaign
Nodding he handed me the glass and I took a small sip out of it letting the bubbly beverage slide down my throat
"Are you sure?" Concern covered brads face
"I promise" I assured him
I really was okay the girl only yanked my hair no serious damage.
"I'm sorry about that but some fans are really eager while some are calm and patient"
"I understand brad really I'm okay" I smiled trying to reassure him but for some reason he was still worried
"It's fucking ridiculous I mean that girl probably didn't even know one song! It's annoying when they aren't even fans but waste so much time to get a photo just to say they've met us!" Brad was really annoyed which is putting me in a bad mood, I don't want to spend the night complaining about fake fans.
"Brad just leave it let's just enjoy the night" I smiled
Brad sighed
"Okay I'm sorry" he ran a hand through his hair and poured more champaign into our glasses.
"Cheers" he said holding up his glass
"Cheers" I giggled and we clinked glasses and took sips in unison.
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"Wow this place looks amazing" I said in awe as we stepped out of the limousine to the Italian restaurant.
The outside interior was amazing it looked like a small cottage with lights outlining the roof,
A perfect cobble stone pathway leading right up to the entrance with grass either side with a variety of different flowers.
"Reservation for Mr & Mrs Simpson yes?" A man with a tuxedo and a clipboard spoke with a strong Italian accent
I tried to contain my laughter at the fact brad made it for 'Mr & Mrs Simpson' but I don't want the man to think I'm laughing at him.
"That's correct sir"
"Follow me" the man with the name tag
"Armani" instructed us,
We followed Armani to a booth at the back beside a huge window giving is the amazing view of a sea side
"Would you like any drinks?" Armani asked
"A bottle of red wine please" brad said politely
"No problem" Armani smiled and left us.
"This is quite the restaurant" I said looking around at the full restaurant with candle lit tables
" I was worried incase you didn't want to go out for food" brad admitted honestly
"It's perfect brad" I stretched my arms across the table to rest my hands upon brads stroking them with my thumb
"You're wine and menus" Armani returned setting a bucket filled with Ice and a bottle of Wine with 2 glasses and menus on the table
"Thank you" both brad and I said in unison
"My pleasure" Armani took a small bow and went off
"He's such a gentleman" I complimented the waiter
"So Ava..."
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"I'm so full I can't eat anymore cake" I groaned sitting back on my chair with my hands on my stomach
"Ugh me either" brad added
"C'mon we get the bill" I said which brad agreed,
We left our table and went up to the desk where we got our bill
"£195 for that whole meal" I said in shock
It's not like you can't afford it
My subconscious tells me making me mentally roll my eyes
"I got it" brad said diving into his pocket
"I'm going half don't argue" before me and brad could do the typical argument about who pays we both paid our half of the meal at the same time.

"I was going to pay for yours too" brad said as we got back into the limo bringing us back to the hotel
"I didn't want you to pay that much" I smiled
"Plus I don't mind paying for myself"
The ride back  was faster than expected
And soon enough we where outside my hotel room
"I had a great night Ava" brad said
"Me too" I smiled
We stood there looking at eachother for what felt like an eternity until brad started to lean in
He was going to slow and my anticipation to feel brads lips on mine increased so I grabbed the back of his neck and crashed our lips together
His lips where soft and felt like they where made just for my lips only,
We pulled away and I bit my lip softly
"Night" I whispered
"Night"
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