Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

Do you even loved me?

Brad's been on tour for the past three months straight. You haven't had the chance to see him at all because of work and school. But, now that school's done for the year, you and the other boys planned for you to surprise Brad for the last few weeks of tour. James picked you up at the airport and drove you to the hotel they're staying at. He gives you an extra key to Brad's room and leads you there.

"Thanks again," you whisper when you reach Brad's door.

James grins. "Don't mention it. Have fun." He winks and walks across the hall to his room, then turns and adds, "But not too much fun."

You stick out your tongue and wait for James to go into his room for you to unlock Brad's door. You hear him grunting and groaning through the door, and your eyes widen, thinking you'll walk in on him pleasuring himself. You chew your lip slowly and a shiver runs down your spine. You unlock the door and step inside. You place your bags down next to the door and slide the key into your pocket. From the door, you can't see the bed. You shut the door quietly and slowly make your way into the room.

"Oh fuck," Brad hisses.

You finally see the bed, and your heart stops. There is Brad, with some naked girl underneath him. Her legs are wrapped around his torso, and her long nails are raking themselves down his back. Clearly, neither one heard you come in.

"Brad?" you whisper. Your voice is filled with hurt, betrayal, and anger.

Brad whips his head around and his eyes widen. "Y-Y/N? What . . . what are you doing here?"

"I ..." You take a step back and watch as he pulls himself out of the girl. The girl scowls at you, pulling the blankets over herself. Brad grabs his boxers off the floor and pulls them on quickly. The girl dresses herself and rushes out of the room, shooting you a glare on the way.

"Y/N, baby, I can explain."

"Explain?" You laugh, though no humour is in it. "Explain why you're fucking another girl? Explain why you're cheating on me?!"

"Y/N ..." He frowns and runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry. This was a huge mistake. I ... I never should've done this."

Tears prick your eyes and you shake your head. "You're right. You shouldn't have."

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. "Please just ... let me explain."

"Don't." You step back again.

"If ... if you're so needy for sex that you can't wait for me to come to you, then why are you even with me? If you can just put me out of your mind long enough for you to fuck someone else, why am I your girlfriend?" You pause as tears roll down your cheeks.

"Do you even love me anymore?"

"Of course I do!" Brad exclaims.

"Do you?" you shout, raising your eyebrows in disbelief. "Because seeing you inside another girl makes me think you don't."

"Y/N, please." Brad looks at you with a broken look. His eyes are wide with despair, and his shoulders are staring to slouch.

"No." You shake your head. "No, I'm not going to forgive you. How can I still be with you after this? How can I ever look at you without remembering what I saw? How can I trust you?"

Brad's lip trembles and he tries to go closer, but you back up. "Baby, I love you."

You look down, blinking tears away. "If you really loved me, you wouldn't have cheated."

"Please don't leave ... I need you."

You shake your head, walking towards the door. You open the door, look over your shoulder and say, "You obviously don't."

"Y/N," Brad says quickly. "Baby, please. Don't leave."

Without another word, you grab your bags and walk out, letting the door shut behind you. As you walk away, you hear Brad calling your name, but you don't stop. You walk faster, leaving Brad behind with one thing you hope will haunt him forever - his guilt for what he did.