A sigh. That was all you could hear escape from his mouth. There Julian stood, rubbing at his forehead with a rather, er, agitated expression plastered on his face.

Today hadn’t gone.. as well as he had hoped. No, not at all. You had somehow managed to show up late to your OWN concert— you wouldn't pick up your phone, nor could he find you anywhere. Nobody could!

..Well, until you had come tumbling into your dressing room an hour later. Your excuse? Getting caught up back at your hotel. Bad hangover. In minutes, the entire thing was cancelled and he had to promise partial refunds to every single person that had attended. They, of course, were pissed. Julian was even angrier than them, if that was possible. You had seen that look on his face many times in the past- but this time.. it seemed.. worse, somehow.

"Are you kidding me? Do you know how hard the team and I worked? We couldn’t get ahold of you at all! Turning off your phone, really? You are such—“ Aaand there he goes. The berating. Julian sucked in a breath. An idiot, is what he wanted to say. But he wouldn’t.