Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

Come back to me.

I paced around the living room at 2 in the morning. All I had on was one of Brad's shirts and my underwear. It had been 4 days since he left. 4 days since he'd slammed the door shut saying he was going to James'. 4 days since we'd had that stupid fight, the topic of which I couldn't even remember anymore. I picked up my phone to see that there were still no messages, no missed calls, nothing. We hadn't talked in those 4 days and I was beyond worried. Neither him or James had even had the courtesy to tell me that he was there and fine, I mean he'd walked out at half 3 in the morning, anything could have happened. I mean granted James only lived on the next street over, but that knowledge still didn't help me to sleep at night, just wishing that Brad was next to me. I looked at my phone and scrolled over Brads' contact, quickly typing.

I'm sorry, xxx

I threw my phone back on the sofa. I knew the boys had a concert tomorrow, but he wouldn't be asleep. He wouldn't be able to from either excitement or nerves. I looked at my phone again and saw under the message,

Read at 2:09am

5 minutes ago, and Brad was always one for replying quickly, so either he didn't know how to reply, or he was ignoring me. Probably the latter. I quickly typed again

I'm not even mad anymore, please just come home. I'm worried, xxx

Again I threw the phone down. I knew I probably wouldn't get a reply but there was always hope. I looked at it again.

Read at 2:17am.

Brad is typing...

I waited for him to reply, but then he stopped typing and nothing came through. Yep, he was ignoring me. I sighed and collapsed onto the sofa. I was ready to fall asleep then and there but then something on the coffee table caught my eye. I bent over and picked up the ticket to the boys concert tomorrow that Brad had got me. This was obviously before the fight. He'd got me it because he said he wanted to be able to see my face in the crowd. Now I think the sight of me would probably just make him run a mile. I played with the ticket in my hand for a bit. If I went I'd probably just put him off. But at least I'd get to see him. I've missed him so much just the idea of seeing him made me a bit happier. Plus if I made sure I was stood to one side of the stage and further back in the crowd he might not even see me. I then might be able to at least try and talk to him after the show.

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I walked into the venue keeping my head down. I'd been going out with Brad long enough for fans to recognize me, and that's the last thing I wanted today. I'd had to put quite a bit of makeup on just to hide the dark circles under my eyes. I'd only just managed to get 2 hours of sleep last night and that was only because of the thought of being able to see Brad again today. I walked through into the main hall. I'd managed to get there late enough that there was already quite a few girls there, so I was far enough away from the stage that Brad wouldn't be able to recognize me. I hoped. The boys came on stage soon after I walked in and the sight of Brad made me gasp. He looked awful, to put it nicely. Like me he had dark circles under his eyes, except he hadn't bothered to hide them, plus his eyes were red and puffy like he'd been crying. He wasn't his usual smiley self either. He didn't have the usual bounce in his step and his voice sounded tired and, well sad when he spoke to the audience. The sight made me want to cry, as if I hadn't been doing that enough these past days.

"Brad doesn't seem very happy," the girl next to me said as the boys started playing.

"Hmm," was all I replied with. This caused her to look at me.

"Hey, aren't you (y/n), his girlfriend," Shoot, she'd recognized me. I just nodded.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I...we had a bit of a fight," I said reluctantly.

"Oh no, what happened? I always thought that you two were a great couple,"

"It doesn't really matter," I said, not wanting her to know too much.

"Well, what are you doing all the way back here? He won't be able to see you from the stage, you need to be closer so he can see you," she said, and started to push me through the crowd, ignoring my protests. "Come on guys, let her through, it's (y/n), Brad's girlfriend, he needs to see her so he can be happy again,"

All the commotion had managed to catch James' attention and he looked over to see what was happening. This is when he caught my eye. His eyes widened and his mouth opened a little. I quickly shook my head at him, but he ignored it and tapped Brad on the arm. Brad looked at him questioningly and then his gaze followed where James was pointing. I looked down quickly, trying not to be seen. But I knew I'd failed when I heard Brad stop singing and the rest of the boys stop playing. I looked up to see Brad looking at me, tears welling up in his eyes. I knew it was a bad idea to come. I quickly turned around and started to push through the crowd trying to get out.

"(y/n)!" I heard Brad yell and turned around in time to see him jump off the stage and over the barrier, much to the annoyance of the security guards. He went to push through the crowd, but they all parted like the red sea for him, giving him perfect access to me. This made me push through the crowd with even more determination, ignoring his, and now the boys', shouts of my name. I finally made it out into the corridor and started to run down it until a hand grabbed my wrist and turned me around. I looked up at Brad to see him looking down at me, with the tears starting to fall down his cheeks. "What...what are you doing here?" he asked, choking on the tears.

"I just wanted to see you," I said quietly, looking down so he couldn't see the tears that had started to roll down my face. I was surprised to feel him pull me into him, his arms wrapping around me tightly, as if he was scared that if he let go I'd run away. I suppose he kind of had reason to think that.

"I'm so glad you came," he said into my neck, where he'd now buried his head.

"I almost didn't, I thought you wouldn't want to see me," I said.

"And why in the world would you think that?" he said, puling away, but still holding tightly onto the tops of my arms.

"Well, you didn't answer my messages last night,"

"I didn't know what to say, anything I wanted to, had to be said in person," he said, putting his head back into my neck. "I was going to come home as soon as the show finished, honestly,"

"I missed you," I whispered as he started to plant soft kisses on my neck and shoulder.

"I missed you too,

"I'm sorry,"

"Believe me, I'm more sorry," he said and then placed one of his hands on the back of neck and the other around my waist, pulling me in and crashing his lips to mine. I kissed back and moved my hands to around his neck, one of them lacing in his hair. We pulled away after a minute and he rested his forehead against mine, his hand coming around to wipe the tears that had started to fall away with his thumb. "I love you so much, I don't think you even realize how much, I've been a mess these past 5 days, as you can probably tell from my appearance, but if that's not enough proof you just have to ask James, he's had to bear the most of my whining and crying about how much I missed you and how much I needed you and how much I love you and..." I cut him off by placing my lips on his.

"I love you too," I whispered making a grin spread across his face.

"Ahem," we heard from behind us, I looked over Brads' shoulder to see Connor stood by the door to the hall. "I'm really glad you guys are okay again, and I hate to be an asshole and break up this cute scene..."

"Then why are you?" Brad cut in, annoyed.

"We kind of have a show to do,"

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