"Babe? I'm home—"
"Stay there!" You yell, covering your arm with your sleeve. "Okay, okay— you're good to come in now,"
Bradley slowly opens your bedroom door, his face full of confusion.
"..What's... what's up Y/N/N?"
"Nothing!" You smile. "What'd you do today?"
"Uh, the boys and I went out... I actually, we saw Jess," he laughs lightly. "She's awkward as hell around Tris,"
"Brad, you know she li—"
"I know, I know, besides the point. We hung around the beach most of the day. What did you do? I was kind of expecting you to be with Jess in all honesty,"
"I just... I walked around downtown, not much really."
"Are you hiding something from me?" He asks slowly, moving toward where you were standing, his eyebrows scrunching together.
"Wh—what?" You let out a forced laugh. "Of course not! That'd be... that'd be ridiculous,"
"Y/N," he sighs, running his fingers from your shoulders down to your hands, your body flinching when his left hand skimmed over your right forearm. "Did I... Did I hurt you? Oh my god—"
"No, Bradley," you sigh, knowing you couldn't hide it from him forever.
"Why did you flinch? Did someone hurt you?" He tried to move your sleeve but you pull back from him suddenly. "Angel, what—"
"I wanted to make it as least of a deal as possible.."
"You're scaring me.."
You pull your sleeve up, showing where your arm was wrapped in clear wrap, a fresh tattoo marking your light skin.
"What did you do?" He exclaims, pulling you closer as he looks carefully over your arm. "You... Y/N,"
"I don't want you to freak out," your eyes widen. "I know it's—"
"Y/N that's my.. those are my.."
"Yes, you drew them. And I know how many times I told you I wouldn't base my tattoos off of anyone no matter how much I love them, but... but those stupid hearts mean so much more to me than just a little love note you leave me every morning. I just... I know it's impulsive, and I'm sorry if you're mad about it now, but.. but it means a lot to me.. because you draw them on a little sticky note every morning before you leave just for me."
"Fuck, I love you Angel," he mumbles, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. "And I love the tattoo."
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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.
