Summary: It’s Bradley’s birthday
Word Count: 154
Author's Notes: Just one meek drabble from me this week. I’m way too busy dealing with the last day of shooting ever. Yes, I am that way.
Colin had a hard time not sulking. It was Bradley’s birthday on Thursday but due to the shooting schedule he had decided to celebrate a day early.
So Colin had watched how the blond had asked everybody and their dog to join him on Wednesday night. Everybody but him. Not that he liked going to loud pubs where everybody got drunk and fans crowded in on them. But still.
He set his mind on delivering his lines and preparing for the last days ever where he had to wear the stupid neckerchief, trying to ignore that everyone was talking about where they’d go and what a good time they were going to have.
Concentrating on his script, Colin startled when a familiar voice whispered close to his ear “I love that pout. I’m going to kiss it off your face when we celebrate my birthday in private. 8.30, my place, looking forward to it.”