Curious

Chapter 10

A few days had passed, Beth had gone home the night after and the boys were super busy with their mini UK tour coming up. I tried to avoid boys, still a little bit unsure on how to take that night with Brad. As much as my body ached for it to have gone further, I am so glad we stopped when we did because I was finding it super awkward already. I looked up from the breakfast bar to find Brad’s smirk directed right at me. Swiftly looking around at anything but him, I waited for my bagel to pop up from the toaster. Making me slightly jump it was done, I quickly swiped the butter and went to walk away, still feeling the gaze of Brad Redmen himself. 

Just as I thought I had escaped, a hand grabbed my arm pulling me back. His face was so close to mine that I could smell his minty toothpaste. I looked up at him questionably. “What the fuc-” I was cut off by a large hard over my mouth. “I have an idea.” Brad said, looking around the room to make sure no one was around. “Just because it’s wrong, doesn’t mean we can’t do it secretly.” He whispered into my ear, sending the goosebumps all the way up my body. He obviously knew exactly how his words had affected me by the devious laugh that followed. I pondered over his statement, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. I mean I obviously found Brad attractive, who didn’t? And I did miss a little bit of imtacy. But then there were feelings. 

The drunken moment the other night, had unlocked feelings I had tried so hard the past year to forget about. My heart belonged to Lewis and always did, but I did catch myself from time to time being curious to what would have happened between me and Brad. There was no denying we had a connection, everyone around us has seen it, even Lewis. Maybe that’s why he found Katie. Sadness filled my head. Was it my fault that Lewis felt the need for an affair? 

Apparently some time had passed whilst I was lost in my self pity, because when I came back to reality, Brad had moved back over to the breakfast bar. I glanced over at him, looking for some sort of emotion off him. He looked at me, almost confused but stern. “What?” I muttered in annoyance. “You didn’t answer me, instead you looked like you were about to burst into tears.” He said, sounding a little more soft at the end, snapping my mind back to the lingering feelings that might be there between us. At that Aaron’s bedroom door swung open and out he skipped, always a morning person. “Meet me in my dressing room in 15 minutes.” I whispered to Brad, knowing he heard before going off to my room. 

I sat on the black shaggy rug in my dressing room wondering why the hell I had just agreed to this. Low and behold, 15 minutes later there was a knock at the door and a few footsteps heading in my direction. Brad walked in and looked surprised to see sat on the floor. “What are you doing down there?” He frowned, looking a little less amused. “Comfy.” I shrugged and patted the space next to me. Surprisingly, he complied and took a seat next to me. A silence fell upon us, him wanting me to make the first move and me trying to find the words I needed. “About the other night…” I started, biting down on my bottom lip, nervous as to what Brad was going to make of this conversation. “You were drunk. We were drunk. It’s fine.” Brad muttered, almost angry. He was just about to get up when I stopped him. “No that’s not what I mean. I want to take things slow. With us. With everyone. The wound is still raw Brad.” I shot him a stern look to make sure he knew I was serious. His mouth turned up into a smirk and his eyes glistened. 

I knew he had interpreted that conversation in his own way because I suddenly felt his lips on mine. I paused and clamped my mouth shut in surprise until I felt his tongue gently rest on my lower lip. Letting him take dominance once again and instantly wrapping my arms around his neck as he laid me down into the kiss. And just as quick as it had started, he stopped. “That’s enough for now, coming to watch TV before we have to go to the studio?” He asked as casually as anything. I nodded sheepishly and followed him to the living room. What the hell am I doing?!