Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

"Well, its about time."

I awoke with a sense of relaxation washing over me, that is until Brad ran in, jumping on top of me and yelling.

"Brad!" I groaned as he pried open the curtains. "Close the curtains! it's too early for this."

"What? a guy can't wake up his best friend? Come on! It's late, we have rehearsal in a half an hour, Y/N!"

"Give me just 5 more minutes."

"Fine."

"...and close the curtains, Bradley!" I scolded him, my voice still raspy from just having woken up. As much as I loved him, he was a pain to deal with sometimes.

After a few more minutes of lazing around, dozing in and out of sleep I reluctantly tore back the sheets revealing my torso to the hotel room's chilly temperature. Slowly, I dragged my tired self out of bed and to the washroom where I began to get ready.

After cleaning myself up and making myself look presentable, I moved to my mirror checking over my appearance one last time before heading down to the tour bus.

"Hey, there's the sleepy head!" Connor cheered as I walked in, greeting me with a good morning hug.

"Good morning!" I chirped, in a much better mood than I was when Brad unexpectedly woke me up.

"Morning, Y/N!" James spoke, sweaty from his morning workout. He smiled and went on getting his cereal.

"Oh, finally woken up!" Brad teased, coming behind me and whispering in my ear.

After breakfast and some small talk, driving to the arena, Tristan and I began to walk to the venue from the tour bus.

"So, we're having a party for the crew after sound check. You're coming, right?" he spoke in his thick accent.

I sighed, parties really weren't my thing. "Yeah, I guess I will."

"Technically, you are part of the crew so maybe you should." he laughed.

"True..." I nodded and buried my nose into my jacket as it was quite cold.

"Race ya!" Tris yelled, taking off to the arena. I chuckled and raced after him.

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"Sounding great, boys!" I yelled out from my spot at sound check.

"Thanks, Y/N!" Brad waved and giggled. DORK.

After sound check, Brad caught up with me walking to the dressing room. "So, I heard you're coming to the party?"

"Do I really have a choice?" I smiled up at him affectionately.

"No."

"So, what time is it? is it casual?"

"Oh, it's just after the show in the cafeteria."

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Time passed, the show was over and here I was standing in the center of a crowded room, wishing I was asleep. in the corner of my eye I spotted Brad. He looked dashing tonight.

Gosh, I wish I could tell him how I felt. What's he doing? I walked a little closer and my heart sank.

He was with a girl.

I saw him look directly at me, then back at James who gave him a nod after glancing in my direction. Tears stung my eyes as I tried to wrap my mind around what I was seeing.

He was kissing her!

I thought for sure he had feelings for me. I guess I was wrong. way to get my hopes up.

I ran out of the room, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"Y/N, wait!" Brad.

"No, Brad. I don't want to talk to you!" I snapped back, wishing he'd just leave me alone.

"No, Y/N. That was a mistake." he sighed. "Did you see it?"

I turned on my heel. "Did I see it? Yeah! Yeah, I did. And guess what..." I looked him dead in the eyes.

"I don't care." I said bluntly.

"You don't care?" he quizzically looked at me, looking slightly hurt.

"No, no I don't. I don't care at all! Go back to her. What even made you think I had feelings for you?"

"Y/N, listen to me." he walked closer, enclosing his hands over mine.

"I really thought you did. I was so sure that what I felt between us was double sided." his eyes began to well with tears.

"Brad, why'd you kiss her?" I choked out, my voice weak.

"It was a plan we had figured out. Me and the boys. If I kissed her, we thought you'd be jealous." he trailed off, guilt evident in his features.

"It made me so freaking jealous. It felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest. I could've killed you." I smiled slightly and looked up at him.

"So you do care?"

"No, not at all!" I rolled my eyes, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"I'm sorry it took so long to say it. I should've just told you. I really like you."

I grinned and felt my cheeks heat up.

"I really like you too, Brad." he brought me in for a hug.

With his pointer finger underneath my chin, he directed my head up so I was looking him in his eyes. he brought his lips forward and softly kissed me.

"Well it's about time!" Connor yelled, the other two boys clapping and yelling.

Brad and I looked at each other as we ran out hand in hand to the tour bus. I had him. he was mine! I knew for sure, I'd never let him go.