Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

Jet lag-dose.

Tbh, idk where I got the title. But whatever. x haha. Hope you like it yea :)

"Can you still manage it?" Leon my management asked.

"Yeah." I just sighed. As if I'm already exhausted.

"You sure you're alright?" He asked once again for my final confirmation.

"Yes. I'm sure, Leon. Thanks." I smiled as he smiled back then leaves in sight going to the other direction.

I sighed once more really tired as I took a seat on one of the seats at the backstage which where I remained for now.

I had been a long day. I've been going through rehearsals everyday for my concert. Country to country. Yes, I am a popular artist and being in that position just hurt like badass! Anyways, I also had a boyfriend in a band called The Vamps and Bradley Simpson, yep! Is my boyfriend for 4 months now. I love how we keep in contact as we're in separate worlds apart, unless if you get massively busy we'd lost contact. But that doesn't matter. We keep supporting each other, including the boys and I'm glad that we're communicatable with each one another.

Anyways, being the singer performer I am, I have normal duties every single freaking time. The thing is, you'd have to double it up for some special events or stuffs like that. I've been struggling this week, I've been working non-stop ever since. Its my job, what can I do?

I did so many things today. Its my last day in Boston for the final concert I have in my tour and I have to fly back to Manchester (London) tomorrow to have a little visit with the lads, also for an agreement contrast.

I've been practicing all day and before that my book and album signing were settled and done. All I got to do now is to finish this last concert and head off to my beloved boyfriend.

I still only have 4 more hours to prepare and to rest. I don't really mind my self being too over-prepared over the crowds so I probably would spend my time to have a relaxing sleep. Rest.

Get this done and fin!

.+.+.+.+.

*Ring-ring!*

I was woken up by a loud ringing sound as my alarm goes off.

I grunted, rolling over to my comfy sheets as I looked at the clock. Two fucking am. (So sorry for the cuss.)