The reader needs glasses and cant see a thing without it

Then Brad and the reader goes to an Award show, she goes to the bathroom or anywhere else yk, and loses her glasses somehow and cant find Brad because she cant see (?) Idk hahaha

I know its weird, I dont know whats up with my mind 🤪 No angst pls, can you make it funny and fluff, pls? Hope you have a good day 😘 its ok if you dont write it, I know its a weird one 🤭 xx

Lost glasses | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 1.4k

Date: 23/07/2022

Warnings: none

Tags: Brad Simpson, The Vamps, Imagine, Brad Simpson x reader, fluff, funny, fanfiction, request

A/N: I tried to make it as funny and fluffy as I could :) I hope you have a good day too!! Also this is totally not weird as I wear glasses myself lol. I can still see things without them but don't ask me if I see something or someone from very far without. I hope you enjoy!!💕

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Everyone has taken their seat in the O2 arena to watch The Brit Awards. You’re there to support the boys because they are nominated for Best Group and Album of the Year. You’re kinda nervous because it’s the first time you’re attending an award show. You’ve already gone three times to the toilet. Brad thinks it’s cute that you’re even more nervous than the boys are. He holds your hand to calm you down which helps a lot.

The show is about to start and the lights are turned down. The show starts with an act with dancers and Dua Lipa opens the show. You’re impressed by it all. You’ve always watched it on tv but this is just impressive. The first award that’s presented is the one for Best Pop. Ed Sheeran is the one who wins that one. You’ve always been a very big fan of him since the beginning. Every time you had a bad day you listened to his songs to feel better.  You’ve seen him live for so many times but this is just special. He walks onto the stage to receive the award. He thanks his fans and everyone that voted for him.

The next awards that are presented are these for Best New Artist, Artist of the Year, Best Rock, and International Group of the Year. After the three first awards, Anne-Marie performs her new song that she hasn’t performed live yet. You’re halfway through the show and you’re so impressed. “Are you enjoying the show?”, Brad who is sitting next to you asks you. “Yes, I do”, you say and squeeze his hand. The lights go back on, announcing there is a break. You can see the other VIP tables clearly now. It’s a weird feeling sitting between all these famous people. Adelle is just sitting a table away from you and you’re practically sitting next to Taylor Swift because her table is next to the table of the boys. Having a famous boyfriend has its perks but that’s not the reason at all you fell in love with Brad. You fell in love with him because he is the sweetest and most adorable person you’ve ever met. You give him a kiss on his cheek taking him by surprise. “What was that for?”, he asks you with a smile. “Just because I can”, you smile back. “You know we’re in the next award category?”, he asks you. “Omg is that now already?” you ask, you start getting nervous again. “I’m going to the toilet before the show starts again”, you say and you stand up from your place to go to the toilet. Brad laughs and shakes his head at you.

Luckily the line for the toilet isn’t that long. There are only two people before you. When it’s your turn you go in. There is a mirror on the wall in the small cabin and you can see that your make-up is a little bit ruined. It’s probably because it’s so hot in there. You take off your glasses so you can fix your make-up with some toilet paper.

When you come out of the toilet you wash your hands and immediately go back because it’s probably not long anymore until the show starts again. It’s when you get into the arena again that you notice something is wrong. You can’t see a thing and you don’t know where you have to go to get back to your table. Your hands go to your face to feel if your glasses are still there. You take a deep breath when you realise you forgot them on the toilet when you fixed your make-up. You take your phone in total panic so you can ask Brad for help. It goes to voicemail which is logical as Brad has turned his phone down for the show.

You go back to the toilets to search for your glasses but they’re gone. You try to make your way back which kinda became impossible. In your attempt you walk up to someone, both of you falling to the ground. “I’m so so sorry, I lost my glasses and I can’t see a thing”, you start to apologise. “It’s okay, I wasn’t looking where I was going either. Can I help you?”, he asks. You immediately recognise that voice as it’s Ed Sheeran’s. “Wait you’re Ed Sheeran, oh my god I’m so sorry”, you ramble while he is helping you to get up again. “It’s okay”, he laughs, “I’ll bring you back to your table”. “Thank you”, you say blushing. “So at what table are you sitting?”, he asks you. “I’m sitting at the Vamps table, I’m Brad Simpson’s girlfriend”, you tell him. “Oh really, you’ve got yourself a good man there”, he says and you start blushing. “Y/N, what happened?”, you hear Brad ask. “Your girlfriend lost her glasses and ran into me”, Ed tells Brad. You sit next to Brad again and you thank Ed for bringing you back to your seat. “I have to go now, I have to present the next award”, he says and leaves. “Where are your glasses?”, Brad asks. “I don’t know, I took them off to fix my make-up and then forgot them but they’re gone”, you explain.

Ed Sheeran goes on stage to present the next award for Best Group which the boys are nominated for. You hate that you can’t see a thing at this exact moment. It’s such an important moment for the boys.

“And the winner is”, you hear Ed Sheeran say. “The Vamps!”, he continues after a long silence. The boys spring up and are hugging each other. You stand up so you can hug Brad at least. “Thank you for being here”, he whispers in your ear.

The boys are walking up on stage but without glasses, you can’t even see who is who. They all hug Ed Sheeran and take the award over from him. They start thanking their fans, family and friends and say how amazing this is. You see that one of the silluets puts their arm around someone’s shoulders. “So I wanted to ask everyone here for some help. So Brad’s girlfriend has lost her glasses in the toilets and she can’t see a thing without them because she walked into me. If someone has seen or taken some glasses can they bring them back to the girl sitting there?”, Ed Sheeran speaks to the audience. The lights are pointed at you and you wish the ground swallowed you up. You feel someone tapping your shoulder and you look behind you. “Are these your glasses?”, Taylor Swift asks you. “Ehm yes, thank you so much”, you say as she hands them to you. “One of us found them but we couldn’t find the person they belong to”, she says. “Thank you so much again, I’m so embarrassed”, you tell her. “Don’t be sweetheart, by the way, Brad is a gem, keep him”, she smiles and you smile back. “Oh you have them back?”, Brad notices when he is at the table again. “Yes, luckily. I was so embarrassed”, you say. “You should be honoured, your idol helping you to find your glasses isn’t something you experience every day”, Brad tells you. “That’s true”, you laugh.

After the award show, you make your way home in Brad's car. "It's such a you thing to lose your glasses", Brad laughs. "I know oh my god", you groan with your head in your hands. "Who gave them back?", Brad asks. "Taylor Swift", you tell him. "One of the people at her table found them". "Well, now everyone knows you", Brad says. " Yeah I guess they do", you laugh.

There is a comfortable silence in the car. "Maybe I should start wearing contacts", you say. "What? Why?", Brad asks you surprised. " Because then I can't lose them", you tell him. "But I think you look cute with those glasses", Brad says. "You do?", you ask him surprised. "Yeah, I love them", he says. Brad takes one hand off the steering wheel and lays it on top of yours. "Did you have fun?", he asks. "I did, it was an amazing evening. Thank you for bringing me", you say and squeeze his hand.

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I live for protective Brad, so HEEEEELL YEAH WE CAN !! XX

Her fingers gently running up and down tru his back, the sunscreen leaving a cold sensation. And he hummed in satisfation during his sleep, as she kissed his salty naked shoulders. The sound of the waves, her strokes on his skin smoothly and the warm sun, provinding him the enough confort to relax.

Her eyes landed on the ocean before closing them, inhaling the salt brease and feeling the sun on her skin. Then, she opened her eyes and search for her book inside her tote bag.

As the minutes went by and the sun was higher, it was getting hotter and that made her interupt her reading, close her book and went for a quick dip to cool off. She thought of waking him up and dragging him with her to the water, insisting on the fact that he was very exposed to the sun. But then she remembered how desperate he was a few days ago for this short break to rest and recharge, and that made her take his t-shirt and cover him, at least his legs.

She felt so much better after a short swim. Combing her now wet hair back, she sat by the sea as she always liked to do, leaning back on her arms, just enjoying the golden lines that reflected in the small waves. She smiled seeing two children running by the sea, in their littlr boddies covering with sunscreen and while a poor father got covered with wet sand and a giggling mother filmed the scene.

The little familly's cheerful and contagious moment made her laugh and capture her attention in such way that she didn't even got a change to dodge a very fast ball coming from the other side.

"Perdón...uh I'm so sorry!" A boy crouched down grabbing the ball with one hand and looking at her in pity as she rubbed the outside of her now red thigh in an expression of pain.

Well that is going to leave a mark. She tought.

"It's okay." She said kindly and he friendly smiled. She got ready to get up from the floor but he interrupted her with his hand.

"Here, at least let me help you" The brunette gave his hand to help her up but she politely refused, earning a low grin from the boy. He was enjoying this. And he was enjoying watching her shake the sand out of her legs. "Do you want me to check that?" He leaned in and she turned around, preventing him from looking.

"No-no! It's fine, thanks." Again, she smiled kindly and politely as posible.  

"Are you sure? It's my day off but I'm uh...salvavidas... a lifeguard!" He smirked and winked at her and she cringed. His intire male group watching and whisteling from afar at the interaction. And that made her uncomfortable.

"She said it was fine. So piss off!" Brad's voice made her look back and he stood in front of her with a frowing expression and with his sunglasses on."Oi! Are you deaf? Dejala sola! Andate!" He clicked his tongue and the boy raised his arms showing truce, turning around with the ball at his feet and disappearing running.

She hugged his neck and he turned around. After a sweet peck on his slightly burned nose, that make him look extremely cute, she thanked him and stole his sunglasses.

"I can't even take you to bloody Spain without the worry of guys hitting on you" He hugged her waist and pushed her closer to his warm chest.

"You don't have to worry about that, specially when you just shouted angrily in spanish" She smiled, fingers playing with the small locks on the back of his head. "That was... very hot!" She wiggled her eyebrows funny and he giggled.

"Guess I'm the lucky dude who's about the kiss the... más bonita... and hottest woman in this beach!" He smiled and pecked her salty lips. When they pulled back she looked at his face for a few seconds, smiling and admiring the most adorable, handsome man. "And also, the one who's about to get her wet!" He warned her smirking and quickly lifted her from the floor.

"No no no no, Bradley!" She warned him screaming while her legs kicked the air defeatedly. And he mischievously smiled, running into the ocean with her in his arms. "Please babe" She tried to pout and make the most adorable puppy eyes but he pretended to drop her. "No no!" She held his shoulders harder and he laughed.

"Can I get a kiss then?" He asked and her face lit up. Easy, she tought. Quickly grabing his cheeks and moving his face to kiss him.

Prompt(s): ‘Just take my jacket.’ and ‘I’m fine, just drop it okay? It’s fine, I'm fine.’

Prompt list here: August Week One

Note by Elle: there’s a tornado passing and we where told to take shelter. So here’s a cute little blurb based on this really shitty weather.

Her gaze was locked on the heavy rain drops falling. Her hands laying loosely on by her side as she quickly calculated the quickest way to her car. Her teeth sinking into her lower lip, as the trees trashed and a few branches came crashing down a few feet from where she was standing. The odds of her making it back to her car looking nearly impossible.

“Think we can make it?” 

She jumped lightly looking to her side, he had a light weight denim jacket in hand. His back-bag on top of his head starring ahead, Bradley Simpson. Caption of the football team, and a business major. They shared a few classes together, and ran in the same circles. She doesn’t really know much about him, other than the fact that he plays guitar at camp fires and apparently is smarter than he looks. 

“Hmm don't see why not. The parking lot isn’t that far.” He clicked his tongue in agreement before looking her over with a soft smile. He knew more about her then he let on. 

“No umbrella?” 

She shook her head as she tugged the straps to her bag higher, the books weighing it down a bit. Looking back at him, she couldn’t help but smile as he looked her over clearly amused. He reached out his hand that held his jacket, she looked down at it before looking over at the curly hair boy. 

“No it’s fine really.” He rolled his eyes shaking it in front of her as she pushed his hand away.  “I’m just trying to be nice y/n..” he breathed out as she turned to face him completely. “Just take my jacket...” he mumbled putting it over her head as she sighed. 

Taken her hand he made a run for it. The heavy rain drops fallen quickly as she let out a laugh. Hand gripping his own tightly as he lead the two over to where his car was. Quickly opening the door for her, he nudge his head for her to get inside. Ready to speak, she quickly got in watching as he closed her door running over to his own. 

“You know my car isn't that much farther from yours.” she mumbled pointing over to where her white jeep sat. He nodded his head turning the key, as the cold air blasted causing them both too shiver. 

“Just wait a bit yeah?” he mumbled reaching back and pulling a small plastic bag. She watched as he reached inside pulling out a packet of airhead bites. 

“Do you just keep bags full of snacks in your car Bradley?” 

“Do you just run off with random strangers..” 

She hummed taken a few before popping them in her mouth. He watched her with curiosity. “Touché, no but seriously aren’t you suppose to be like off campus? Like for the game..” 

He sighed running a hand through his hair, he was most obviously stressed. He knew he shouldn’t be surprised about her knowing about the game. How could she not, James was her best friend after all. 

“I-um, I’m meeting them there tomorrow..” he mumbled looking out the window as she studied him closely. 

“You okay?” 

“I’m fine, just drop it okay?” he mumbled as she shifted in her seat looking back at him. “It’s fine, I'm fine.” 

She nodded her head feeling the bail rise in her throat, the last thing she needed was for Bradley to think she was trying to press him into talking about something. 

“I’m sorry I didn't-” 

“No, no it’s fine, its just shit y/n..” he mumbled hitting his head on the steering wheel. Reaching forward she resting her hand on his arm. “I just, between practice and I’ve let my grades fall.” 

“Hey, there's like no shame on that.” she mumbled looking into his eyes as an idea popped into her mind. “Listen, I have some of James clothes back at my place. Follow me and we can have some tea, I’ll help you out.” 

“You mean that?” 

“Of course, but there’s a catch Simpson..” 

“Of course there is, name your price babe..” 

“You’ll have to be my ride.”

Good game | Brad Simpson

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: none

Proofread: yes (but there can still be some grammar and spelling mistakes)

Tags: Brad Simpson, imagine, Brad Simpson x reader, fanfiction, fluff, request

A/N: I really really loved to write this request because it's so different than the other ones. I hope you enjoy!! Lots of love💛

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You're taking your football clothes out of the closet and putting them in your bag together with your football trainers. When you have everything you close the bag and take it to the living room. You nervously run off the stairs. "Brad, are you ready?", you ask your boyfriend who is still in the bathroom. "Yes baby, give me a minute", he says and you roll your eyes. He has only woken up 5 minutes ago.

You're filling your glass of water when you feel two strong arms sneak around your waist. Brad lays his head in the crook of your neck. "You're more nervous than before other games", he notices. "I know, it's just such a big game today and your friends are also going to be watching". "You're going to be amazing", he hugs you tightly and kisses you on your cheek. You turn around in his arms so you're facing him. "You're the most supportive boyfriend ever", you connect your lips with his. "We have to leave", he says after pulling away from you. You let out a nervous sigh and pick up your stuff.

When you arrive at the football field where the game is going to take place you give Brad one last kiss before you go to the dressing room.

"Hey y/n!", your best friend on the team says when you enter the dressing room. "Hey! You ready?", you ask and hug them. "Yeah, I'm alright, so ready for the game. What about you?". "I'm so nervous". "You don't have to be, you're one of the best players on our team".

After everyone is dressed the trainer enters the room. She goes over the strategy for this game. You're listening very carefully to it so you're fully prepared for the game. "This game is really important for us. If we can win against the other team we will be selected for the competition. I'm sure you guys are going to be good but don't forget that the other team is very strong, always think 5 steps ahead before doing something", the trainer says. After she explained everything there is this group handshake you always do before going on the field.

"Good luck team!", the trainer says when all of you run up the field. You see Brad and his bandmates together with their girlfriends. They are standing next to the field, watching you. Your eyes find Brad and he blows a kiss to you to wish you good luck. Your hands are making a gesture as if you're catching his kiss.

When the game starts you're in full concentration. You watch every move that the ball makes carefully. When you get the chance you catch the ball with your foot and run towards the goal. You can't reach the goal on your own so you pass the ball to one of your teammates who tries to score but the keeper of the other team catches the ball.

The whole time Brad is watching you, only you. He thinks it's amazing that you're so invested in football. He never missed one match since you're together. He knows how it is to be this passionate about something as he has the same with music. That's why he supports you so much.

The game is equal when the first half of the game is done. Both teams have made 2 goals. The atmosphere is very tense when your team enters the dressing room again. "You have done very well in the first half! Keep this work up! But we have to step up a little more. I feel that we can win this!", the trainer hypes the team up before discussing the strategy again. You hear your phone buzz in your bag three minutes before you have to get on the field again. "You can do this baby!❤", Brad has sent you a message. You reply to it with three hearts before getting on the field again.

The second half starts and your heart is racing. Your team needs to win this, it's all or nothing. Suddenly you see a banner rising in the air. "GO GO GO Y/N! PS: I LOVE YOU", Brad is holding it together with Connor who is helping him to keep it up. You mouth an "I love you too" and make a heart shape with your fingers.

In the first 10 minutes, the other team makes a goal. This means that they are on the winning side right now. With your hands on your knees, you try to catch your breath. You feel that this game is more exhausting than other games.

When you see a chance to steal the ball from the other team you run to it. Your eyes are glued to the ball. You don't see that someone from the other team is running towards it too. When you try to catch the ball you're surprised by that person and you stumble over their foot which results in both of you falling to the ground. You grab your right ankle. You twisted your foot when you fell over the other person's foot. The game continues and the other team managed to keep the ball. In the distance, you can see Brad who is looking worried. For a few seconds, you stare at him and the message he sent earlier pops up in your head. You can do this, you just have to get up. Slowly you get up and smile at him. You mouth a 'thank you' to Brad but you can see that he is confused.

When you scan the field to see where the ball is you see that one of your teammates makes a goal. You cheer in happiness and hug one of your other teammates who is standing next to you. "Are you good to go?", they ask. "Yes, my ankle is ok", you smile at them before running further up the field.

There are only 5 minutes of the game left and your team still has to score a goal to win. Everyone is concentrated and you can feel the tension in the air. The other team has the ball and they are passing it to each other. It frustrates you that you can't find a chance to get to the ball. You're standing near the goal. If you can take the ball you can finish the game. One of the players wants to shoot the ball to another player in their team but misses. The ball rolls further and you see your chance. You run to the ball and you can catch it with your foot. Without thinking you run to the goal and you shoot the ball towards it. The keeper can't catch it and the ball flies into the net. Everyone starts to cheer. The referee blows his whistle because the game is over. Your team won because of you. You scored the winning goal.

You turn to the audience and you see Brad and his friends screaming, smiling and clapping. Brad's face is glowing, he is smiling wide and screaming your name. You run to him and he stretches his arms so you can jump into them. "You did it, my baby did it", he hugs you tightly. When you let go of him you kiss him. "This is all thanks to you", you say and let go of him to hug all of your teammates.

After you're dressed again you say your teammates goodbye and you leave the dressing room. When you walk towards Brad's car he already comes your way so he can take your stuff and put it in his car. "Here is my star", he says smiling. "I'm not a star", you say blushing. "Oh you are", he says smiling opening the car door for you. "You can get in the car superstar", he says playfully. "Thank you mister Simpson", you play along with him and get in.

"Where are your friends?", you ask Brad when he leaves the parking lot. You haven't seen any of them after the game. "They already went home but they think you're amazing!". You just smile appreciating the compliment but deep down you feel a little disappointed. You thought they would still be there.

Brad parks his car in the underground parking lot of the apartment building. He takes your hand in his after you got out of the car. "You don't really say a lot", Brad says since you have been silent the whole car ride. "I'm tired... and I thought your friends would still be there". He doesn't say anything, he just squeezes your hand and takes you upstairs to his apartment.

When you open the door of the apartment you see all of his friends standing in the living room. "You guys are here?", you ask. "Brad asked us to throw a little party for the football star", Connor smiles. "You were amazing!" Tristan says. They all congratulate you on your winning goal.

"To y/n who is a legend", James says. He is carrying a bottle of champagne and glasses. He puts them on the table and gives everyone a glass. You can't help but smile all the time. With Brad, you don't only have an amazing boyfriend but also new amazing friends.

"I want to say something", you say and everyone turns to you. "I want to thank you all for supporting me so much and throwing this little party. It means so much to me as football is such a big part of my life. But I especially want to thank Brad who never missed one of my matches unless he is on tour and always supports me", you tell them. Brad stands next to you and pulls you closer with his arm around your waist and kisses your head.

After everyone leaves you fall into the couch, exhausted from all the events today. "I'm going to the bathroom", Brad says to you and all you can do is nod. You close your eyes for a while hoping you don't fall asleep yet.

While you are closing your eyes, Brad is preparing another surprise. Water is streaming into the bath and he lays a bath bomb to the side. He put some candles on the side too. He collects the massage oil and a towel and lays them on the bed.

"Baby I have a little surprise", Brad whispers into your ear and you open your eyes. "Another one?". "Yes, I know today's match asked a lot from your body so I thought you wanted some time to relax before going to bed". "Oh please yes, my body is hurting everywhere". Brad picks you up and walks to the bathroom with you in his arms.

Once you're there you can see the candles and the bath bomb on the side of the filled bath. "This is everything I needed", you say. Brad puts you back onto the ground. "I'll leave you to it", he says and kisses your temple softly. He wants to leave but you hold him back by grabbing his hand. "Stay". "You sure you don't want to be alone?". You nod and Brad stays.

Both of you strip down your clothes. Brad is ready first so he sits in the bath first so you can sit between his legs. When you get into the bath the warm water engulfs you and immediately your pain is getting a little better, especially your sore ankle. Brad puts his arms around you while he lays back so you can relax, leaning into his chest. His fingers are slowly trailing over your belly.

"This is so relaxing", you say while Brad soaps your body. "I'm glad you're enjoying it". His hands are going all over your body. You sit a little bit further from him so he can soap your back and shoulders.

After you took a bath Brad only wears his boxers and says to you that you only have to wear a towel to the bedroom. He makes you curious so you pick a towel and put it around you before going to the bedroom.

"A massage? Baby that's so sweet", you say when you enter the bedroom. "Everything for my love", he says. You lay on your towel on the bed. Brad stands next to you and starts massaging your back. He starts with your shoulders which are very tense and goes further down until he is above your ass. Then he massages your legs and feet. You enjoy every minute his hands are going over your body. It's like they take the pain away in a magic way.

After the massage you get dressed into your pj's and lay next to him in bed. You crawl up against his chest while he is pulling you closer. Your legs intertwine and you feel safe immediately. He takes your hand in his and he intertwines your fingers too.

"Baby, I want to ask you something", he says while he is playing with your fingers. "Uhuh". "What did I have to do with your winning goal? Why did you thank me?". "Because after the first part of the game I really lost hope and then you sent me that message and it gave me such a boost. It made me get back up again and it helped me to make that goal, it gave me confidence. You support me so so much and I love you so much for it", you tell him while looking at him, "I know I made that goal by myself but I really needed some hope after that exhausting first half". "I'm so proud of you, I love you and I will always support you", he says and crushes his lips onto yours.

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I think we all need this. Also I hope you’re doing well and staying safe.

Warnings: nothing but pure cuteness.

Your hands on his as you guided him thru the steps into the front door. His voice sounded funnier and curious as he complained about having his eyes covered with a red bandana and his blanked vision.

"Oh, oh, I smell fresh paint!!!" He sniffed and scrunch his nose, almost falling because you forgot to tell him about the last step into the hall. "BABE!! Weren’t you supposed to guide me?" He grabbed your hands firmly as you helping him into the house and closed the door behind you two.

"I am guiding you. If you stop making a lot of questions and interrupt my instructions..." You rolled your eyes and smiled, leading him along the empty hall.

Taking a quick look at his figure your heart melted at the cuteness. He looked extremely handsome with some jeans dungarees and a black sweater under it. Hair a mess and some facial hair that he purposefully forgot to shave that morning. It was sunday and the days were getting darker and colder. You laughed remembering how old that red bandana was, that you found in the back of his car, and the way he use to wear it in his hair every single day, a few years back.

"I need you to dress up really quick and give me your car keys". You said stepping into his house after giving him a small peck on his cheek and making your way into the living room. Him following you with a curious expression. "Oh hi, Ms. Simpson." You smiled widely, noticing his mom on the other side of the room.

"Hmm- first of all how about hello love of my life, i've missed you dearly? Secondly, there's no way i'm letting you drive my precious car". He laughed and fall on the couch, grabbing the tv remoter.

"Hi love, its so nice to see you!" Anne smiled and left the atention on her laptop to look at you. "Good luck on draggin that slug out of my couch, darling." Her sentence made all three laught and after what felt like hours convincing him, you were driving, proudly of course, to the house you and Brad choose to move in together. Your first house.

"Don't roll your eyes at me". He whined and pouted bringing you from your own thoughts.

"How do you know if I rolled my eyes?" You laughed and asked curious.

"I heard it." He tried to controll his laugh and you lightly tapped on his shoulder. "Hey!! Don't hit the blind man!!" He pouted again and you caught his lips with a sweet peck, taking him off guard. “I hope this isn’t some halloween scary shit babe, I know how much you insanely love this spooky season”. He giggled.

"Oh can you just shut up already?". Your hands grabbed the fabric covering his eyes and gently pull the fabric backwards, pushing his hair back in the process.  "There you go." You smiled.

He was looking at you before recognising the space. You were both in the middle of the empty living room. He was about to talk again with his brows furrowing but you grabbed his cheeks and move his face to the side gently, making him look at the other corner of the room. His eyes widen as he recognised the big wooden object placed by the window. He was speachless as he walked in its direction. The object was his old piano, the one he learned how to play when he was younger, in his grandparents house.

"I’ve wasked your father to help me move it". You said as you followed his figure around the room. The light coming from the window gave him a beautiful glow and you swore that his eyes were sparkling. "I think it will look great with the rest of the forniture. We could just leave it here, if you want".

"This was my first piano." He sat on the bench and opened the board covering the keys. "I--" He looked at you with a grin. "Thank you, m’love." You winked and aproach him. You hugged him from behind and placed your chin on his shoulder. “I loved it, (y/n). I love you.” His head moved to the side and kissed your cheek.