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I had a idea about a love story I could write, so I started throwing words on a page and this is what I happen to have right now, I know it's not fanfiction but I wanted to share it with the world to see what they think. As of right now its a little disorganized with two different parts to it. I don't yet know how I'll put it together but here's what I have so far:


 

Brad, I am so sorry. I don’t even know where to start, words can’t even begin to describe how I feel right now; I haven’t stopped thinking about what happened. I didn’t mean the things I said. I understand that you can’t come running every time I miss you and even though sometimes it gets hard to accept I know if you could change it you would and I don’t want to be the reason that you’re not doing what you love. I miss you and I can’t bear to stay away from you this long. Bradley Simpson, I love you and our fight doesn’t change that. Please come home, I’m sorry

       -Jules

 

Bradley I miss you please come home, or just call or text, anything. Please I need to talk to you. I still love you and I’m sorry.

      -Jules

 

Brad? Are you getting my emails? I’m really sorry. I love you.

     -Jules

 

Julia, yes I am getting your emails. I need space, time to think about what happened. I don’t know if I can do this any longer. It seems like every time I see you we’re fighting over something that I can’t change. I’m sorry I let this go one for so long, we both should’ve known this would never work. I won’t forget you.

      -Bradley

 

 

Bradley please don’t do this. We can make it work. I’ll try harder. I won’t argue with you, I’ll make it up to you but please, please Brad don’t do this to me, to us. I love you always remember? You made a promise to me, don’t break the promise. You promised me you would love me.

      -Jules

 

 

Julia, I’m not breaking my promise I just can’t do it anymore I can’t be with you. Sorry,

     -Bradley

 

What can I do to make this better? I’m not ready to give up on us yet.

     -Jules

We’re sorry, bradleysimpson@dankster.com has blocked you. You cannot send this email.

 

I’ll never forget you. I’ll never forget you. I’ll never forget you. Those 4 words keep repeating in my head, because those are the last words he said to me. They have to mean something, I mean who breaks up with someone and tells them that they’ll never forget them? The tears are starting to come again and I let them. Maybe the tears will bring Bradley back. I pick up my phone once more and dial his number, 780-484-5159 but it just rings and rings and rings. I don’t bother to leave a message; I’ve already left him 6. I’ll never forget you. I’m not breaking my promise; I just can’t be with you.  

 

I blocked her. I’ll never hear from her again, it’s over. I have to move on. I close my laptop and stare out at the window not allowing myself to cry, the other boys don’t need to know about this. They’ll ask if I’m ok and I won’t be able to hold it back. I hear the door close, looking up I see Tristen. “You ok Brad?” he asks; I instantly wipe my face clean of emotion. “Yeah,” I lie “I’m ok.” I can’t tell weather or not Tris believes me but he doesn’t push it. Just then Connor and James come into my room, “Brad, Julia is calling” They say together. I look around at all 3 of there faces, “Tell her I’m busy”. You can see it on their faces that their shocked I don’t want to talk to Julia. “Sorry Julia, it seems Bradley is rather busy right now, he’s currently talking to our producer Danny.” James says into the phone. “Ok, I’ll tell him you called, bye Julia.” He hangs up the phone and sets it down on my nightstand beside my bed. “What’s going on between you and Julia?” Connor asks. “Nothing, I don’t want to talk about it.” I say trying not to make eye contact with any of the 3 boys. “Brad, you know we’re here for you when you want to talk.” Tristen whispers and leaves the room, I can tell that he’s hurt I won’t talk to him, we always tell each other everything but I can’t tell him about Jules yet. I just need time to think, time to be away from the world.

 

                Lying on my bed it hits me again. Bradley is gone and he’s not coming back. It feels like my heart is physically broken, like my body isn’t getting enough blood and I’m falling, falling out of this world. It feels like I’m being ripped apart, piece by piece. I can’t take it anymore. I grab my bag and run out of the house, ignoring my mom asking where I’m going. I need to be alone, to cope with what is happening right now. Running to the side shed to grab my bike dad stops me, “Julia, where are you going? It’s almost dinner time.” He says. I raise my voice, “Dad, I just need to get out of the house!” I can tell he’s taken back about me raising my voice but right now I don’t care, I push past him to grab my bike and ride off to the berm.

ooc: Then I have this unfinished scene where Julia and Brad haven't broken up yet

The door downstairs opens, but I ignore it and focus back on my homework that needs to get done. A few seconds later I hear the door close. I hear talking downstairs so I just turn up my music.

 All of a sudden my earbuds are yanked out of my ear, “Hey!” I say while I turn around to see who did it. “Brad!” I yell and jump into his arms. “Hey Jules,” He says, I think he might have said something else but I don’t hear him because I press my lips into his destine to taste his lips. Brad pressed his body up against mine and I can tell he’s missed me just as much as I’ve missed him.

 “Ummmm….” I pull away from Bradley and see my sister Hale standing in the doorway of my bedroom. “Hale! What have I said about knocking?” I ask. “the door was open!” she reply’s. She was right, we forget to close the door. “What do u want Hale?” I say a little annoyed that she disturbed our moment. “Brad, there’s someone at the door for you, she says you know her, that she’s your photo’s director’s assistant.” Brad steps away from me and towards Hale, “Hale,” he says in the calm voice he uses when he wants someone to go away but doesn’t have the heart to tell them that “I don’t have a photo director, send them away and if they don’t leave call the police.”

Hale turns and goes back downstairs and Brad closes the door and pulls me into his arms. We just stand there un-sure what to do next. “Isn’t that my shirt?” Brad asks “Yeah, you left it here last time” I reply looking down at his blue plaid shirt unbuttoned on me, with a black tank top underneath. “You’re not getting it back.” I said raising my eyes to his. He smiles at me and I lean into him again. “What are you doing here anyway? Your tour doesn’t end until September” I said into his shoulder. “Our tour ended two days ago.” He said looking down at me so I can see his eyes. “but you said- “He interrupts me “I know, but how am I supposed to surprize you for your birthday if you knew when my tour ended?” He said, I playfully hit his shoulder and Brad pretends it hurts. “Your smile is so beautiful, I’ve missed it. Speaking of which, I have something for you” He looks around the room, “It’s in my bag, I’ll go grab it. Don’t move” Bradley kisses me on the cheek and dashes downstairs.