Bradley Will Simpson imagines

Missing You- Imagine n° 10

a/n: I read a very similar imagine today in Tumblr. In that case, credits to the owner :)

It was a cold winter evening. All winters became colder ever since I  started to spend them alone, without my brown curly haired boy. It was now five months since we broke up. Just a stupid fight. Words, argument, stupid things that made the beautiful relationship go straight to the bin. All the time I spent  looking for him, everything I left behind and all the times I doubted about everything. He was not there by my side anymore, I lost my soulmate for what it felt like forever.

However, I still followed his band mates, after all their music is what helped me through my life. And I will always be proud of them all.

A new song came out yesterday. I heard only the sneak peak they posted, but the name still rang a bell in my head. It was called  Missing You, and the only lyrics that I was able to listen to were describing,  somehow, same thing I felt during these past months

"I've looked for love but there's a space inside my mind where I keep on Missing You"

Is it about me? Or am I taking too personal the lyrics? Is he still hurt as me; or could he  totally move on?

I got somewhere the guts and played the song from my phone. Everything talked about us, the time I told him he would never find someone who would care as much as I did, someone who would love him from head to toe, everything he did. 

And without even noticing, I was crying. Over him. For the fifth time in the week. 

When the song was over, I went to the bathroom to wash my face, it became a routine these last days.

My phone started ringing, who could be now? I froze when I saw the unregistered phone number. It was Brad's, I already knew his phone number and it was the only place where I haven't blocked him. It felt so wrong to do that in the beginning, and I kind of forgot after a month or so, so I just unfollowed him on the other media.

But why was he calling? Why now, after listening to Missing You? I hesitated for a while but picked up the phone. I knew I was not getting back together with him, Would I, after everything I suffered because of him? Yes, because my love for him was, again somehow,  stronger than my pride. And that out of me, is so strange and rare; it was him, the one of a kind, who made me think different. No one else did.

"Hello?" I answer trying to sound serious and calmed, but my still broken heart was beating at a 1000 bpm.

"Hey y/n" he said, his sweet voice was raspy, like it is when he's tired or sad. I knew him better than my own hand. And he still had some kind of effect in me.

Honestly, I was frozen. What did I have to tell him? How are you? Oh, what a good song, is it about me? I did not know what to tell him.

Thank god, he talked first.

"Have you heard the song?" he said, sniffing at the end of his phrase. Did he have a mystic ball or something? How in the bloody world could he know I have just heard it!

"Yes I have, why are you asking?" I asked.

"Well, uh, maybe you realised, maybe you didn't, but it's about you" he made a pause." I miss you like mad, can we, like, talk?"

Oh yeah, I realised it Mr Simpson. I was so confused, he appears out of the blue with a song about me and then has the balls to call me? 

I don't hate him. I hate myself because I have been crying for months because of him, but I love him so much that I said yes.

"Yeah, where?" I ask, dumb question. Media can't see us talking about us, too much for the public eye. So it was going to be in my house or his.

"Ugh, I dunno, are you at home?" he asked.

"Yes I am"

"I'm coming in 10'" he said and hung up.

My little flat looked like a real big mess. I tried to fix up the living room but it still looked as broken as I was. And I didn't blame myself at all.

The bell rang, my heart started beating fast again, not that it stopped in any moment. Were we getting back together? I went to open the door, but as I grabbed my keys, I realised I was wearing HIS hoodie. Holy crap. Well, it is what it is.

"Hi" I opened the door, revealing a very destroyed Brad. His hair was long and messy, he had very big bags under his eyes and his beautiful hazel eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he has spent the last hours crying.

"Hey" he said and I gestured him to come in. He looked around and then stayed staring at me, while I was trying to lock the door. He looked up and down, obviously realising I was wearing one of his hoodies.

"Want something to drink?" I said, not knowing how to start.

"Just a glass of water, please" he said. I nodded and made him come to my kitchen with me. His scent, super noticeable, brought me so many beautiful memories to my mind.

He drank his glass while I looked at the floor. His gaze was glued to me, as he was trying to tell me something his mouth couldn't spit out. 

"I miss you" he finally said. I do too, but before I could talk he added. "I miss you, and I know you may hate me but I realised I can't live without you. It's not a now normal day in my life without thinking the stupid fight we had"

My heart was aching again  from remembering that event. That fight was  tattooed in my mind, a nightmare from where I could not escape. Pure torture.

His eyes started to water. I hated seeing him like that, but I was in the same way.

I've always been  a very proud person. My pride was always before everything in my life. But sometimes, pride has to go aside if you really love someone.

I always knew I'd risk it all for this boy, and today was the day to risk it, for him. Another chance, but not for him only, for the both of us.

Staring again to the floor I finally got the courage to talk, being afraid of stuttering, being afraid of the words that would come out. I'd risk it all.

"I'm sorry" my voice cracked. I turned my head up to see him. "I'm so sorry, I miss you like shit and I can't get used to live without you B"

His face lit up. Without thinking twice, he leaned and hugged me. With all his inner strength. And I did too, I was back at home. My sobs became bigger, making Brad's shoulder damp .

"Baby, don't say that, I'm sorry too" he said rubbing my back. "But now we are here, and I'm not willing to leave your side anymore" he added.

"Nor I" I said.

When we both finally calmed down, we detached ourselves. He looked at me and I smiled, weakly, when his eyes met mine. My boy was back.

He cupped my cheeks with his hands. "I love you so much" he said, and with that, he pressed his precious lips to mine.

"I love you too, Bradley Will Simpson"