Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

Unreturned feelings - Part 02

(Last part) ~ Hope you enjoy! x

It had a couple of days since you last spoke to Brad. You had been ignoring his calls and texts. You were thankful that it was winter break and you didn't have to see him as much as you usually did. You couldn't face speaking to Brad, not right now anyway. You were so embarrassed that you had poured your heart out to him and he didn't feel the same. You knew it was pathetic especially since you two were best friends and had been through a lot together; you knew you would get over it eventually but you just needed time to yourself.

"Y/N," your mum said quietly, knocking on your bedroom door. "Darling, are you gonna get out of bed today? You can't spend the rest of your life here watching Netflix, although I know how much you want to."

"I know, I know." You sighed as she sat down on the end of your bed. "I'll get up eventually."

"Brad was at the door earlier, again, I really think you should talk to him. He looks awful, Y/N. Like he hasn't slept in days."

"Makes two of us then. I can't stop crying, mum. Why does it hurt so much if we weren't even together?" You mumbled, feeling tears falling down your face.

"Because you've known him for so long. You know him better than anyone Y/N, and he knows you better than anyone. He even knows you better than I know you, as much as I hate to admit it. You'll sort this all out, I promise you. He does love you. It may not be the way you want, but you'll always hold a special place in his heart." Your mum sighed, pulling you towards her and rubbing your back as you rested your head on her chest.

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You finally decided to get out of bed and have a shower. Once you got out and dressed you sat downstairs, wrapped in a blanket, watching a film which you'd already seen too many times.

Your mum was rushing around you, tidying the house. Just as she walked through to the kitchen the doorbell rang, leaving you to answer it. You rolled your eyes in annoyance before getting up.

As soon as you opened the door you regretted it. You immediately thought how it could be Brad, but it was too late as the door was already half open. You were face to face with Brad for the first time since you told him you loved him.

"Y/N, hey. I didn't think it would be you. I thought your mum would answer the door. Oh my god, I am so sorry. I have so much to say to you but I do-" Brad spoke quickly before you interrupted him.

"Brad, it's fine. You shouldn't apologise for not sharing the same feelings. It's not your fault, I understand. I don't hate you or anything if that's what you think. I just need some time alone to sort myself out. Things like this don't just magically go away over night." You sighed, looking down to the floor.

"That's the thing, Y/N. As soon as you walked out of my house I thought about it. I thought about Em and you and I said to myself, 'Who would you pick?' And it's you. I would pick you over any other girl. Even Zooey Deschanel, if I had the chance." Brad smiled slightly. "I don't know why I didn't realise it when you said how you felt but I do now. I love you too, Y/N. I love you more than a friend. I want to be with you. I'm in love with you."

"Are you being serious? Please don't tell me this is a joke or something. Or a way in for me to start talking to you again. I need to know this is serious Brad." You had tears rolling down your cheeks as your eyes searched his face for any sign of it being a joke.

"It's serious; I'm serious." Brad replied, tears starting to fill his own eyes.

"What about Em?" You muttered.

"It's over with Em, I broke up with her after you told me you loved me."

Immediately you wrapped your arms around him and he put his hands on your waist. He pushed your body away from his a couple of seconds later only to press a kiss to your lips.

"You don't know how long I've waited to do that," he laughed.

"I've probably waited longer." You laughed back, kissing him once more.