"Brad," You sigh. Looking around the rusty hotel. "This is not anything like the pictures you showed me."
"This definitely isn't the hotel in the pictures," Brad mumbles, resting his head into your neck, sighing heavily. "I try and do something sweet for my girl and this is what I get?"
A smile overcomes your face, as he lightly kisses the base of your neck.
"We could make do," You hum, leaving your sentence unfinished, too focused on Brad's smile against your neck.
"Reed lets me take you out over night and I planned this whole five-star, never had a bad review in its ownership, hotel and all of that was a lie? This was supposed to be the best night of our lives." He moans, dragging himself to the couch and falling down on it, as a ginormous cloud of dust emits into the air, filling the small room in seconds.
You start coughing, trying to get rid of the dust from in front of your face by moving your arms rapidly, making no difference whatsoever.
"There's now way in hell I'm sleeping in here Y/N." He says, getting up from the couch with a disgusted look on his face. "This place is shit."
"Well I could've told you that," You laugh.
"I'm really sorry baby," Brad mumbles, grabbing the bag from the ground where he dropped it and grabbing your hand. "Let's go and drive somewhere else."
"Baby, we can just stay here, it's really no big deal.." You mumble, scraping your eyes across the cracked walls and cobwebs hang from the roof.
"We'd get eaten by human-sized bed bugs. Now walk your fine ass out the door." Brad laughs, smacking your butt as you walk in front of him.
"We're two hours from home, Brad, where are we going to go? It's too late to go to a different hotel,"
"We'll sleep in the car,"
"The car?" You moan, just knowing how badly sore you'd be the next morning.
"You'll sleep on top of me babe, trust me you won't be too sore. And if you are, I'll personally help you bathe in hot ass water."
"You have a mouth on you today," You giggle, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Yeah, well, I wasted my money on a dump motel, that told me it was a five-star hotel."
You giggle and kiss his lips softly, as he opens the passenger side door of the car and ushers you in.
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Bradley Simpson Imagines
FanfictionY/N starts to read, Y/N starts to love, Y/N falls more and more in love with bws.
