Just A Glance. A Bradley Simpson fanfic B.W.S

Regret

The stage lights hits me, their brightness so bright it took me a while to be able to see anything. My whole body was heating up causing my palms to become sweaty. My legs were shaking like they were made from jelly. My stomach felt like it was keeping an wild animal captive that just wanted to get out.
If i felt like this during sound check then who knows what I'm going to feel like in a few hours when I'm actually doing the real thing.

Sound check had finished a few minutes ago, but still my stomach was still feeling bad. I just wanted to run away from everything. I just didn't want to be there anymore. Some people are born performers who can be placed on a stage and own it. Where others know that just that is their worst nightmare.
I had always dreamed of being on a stage where thousands watched on and sang every word of my songs with me. I always thought that it was my dream job, my destiny, but until i met Brad i was scared to tell anyone about it. Maybe because theres a part of me that knew that I couldn't do it.
I kept walking till i found the women's toilets. I locked the door behind me and my still jelly like legs fell from under me. I bought my knees up to my chest and cried out into my still sweaty palms.
"I can't do it" i cried out to myself.
My phone buzzed multiple times. I took it out of my pocket. The bright screen was shaking side to side as so was my hands.
When my eyes finally adjusted to the screen I saw that it was Brad calling me.
I didn't want to answer it. But i knew that i had to.
"Emila where are you?" a worried sounding Brad asked.
I swallowed so i would be able to talk and sound not emotional.
"I'm in the girls toilet" i answered back, unfortunately my voice followed my emotion and it sounded upset, i didn't want Brad to know that i was crying. Too late now.
"I'm on my way, ok?" Brad replied back, his voice sounding more serious.
I put my phone back in my pocket and stood up to unlock the door, then i sat back down with my back leaning against the wall besides the door.
I wiped the still flowing tears from my eyes, and i rested my head in my hands once more...
A soft knock was played on the door.
"Emila?"Brad asked as he slowly opened the door.
I didn't look up at him, i knew that if i did it'll only make me feel worse.
I then heard the sound of the door locking and then felt the presence of Brad crouched down besides me.
We both sat there in silence for a few minutes, i finally took my hands away from my face and looked over to Brad.
His stunning eyes feel onto mine and instantly made me feel better.
When his eyes are on mine they instantly take away all the negative thoughts that were causing chaos in my brain.
I knew instantly what i needed.
I rested my head on Brads shoulder and smiled.
"Brad i want something done before i perform tonight" i told him.
I whispered the plan into his ear.
His face looked shocked with a hint of happiness.
"Are you sure Emila?" Brad asked.
"Ive never been more sure of anything" i replied back to him.
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Aimee xxx