Them. | The Final Installment of the Him Series | Joe Jonas Fanfiction

Fourteen.

The crisp, cold New York air slaps me in the face as I exit the car, my black heel stepping onto the sidewalk as I toss my backpack on my shoulder, quickly diving into the crowd and walking amongst them before entering a smaller coffee shop and finding her in the corner, two coffees already at her table.

I lick my lips, sighing and walking over before sliding into the chair and grabbing the full cup of coffee that is clearly waiting for me.

"How was the flight?"

"Fine. Too long though, I had too much time to think."

She sighs. "And how are you feeling about tonight?"

"Nervous, if I'm honest. I just hope it's not going to stir up anything."

"Even if it does, that's why I'm here. I won't let anything happen to them, or you."

I nod. "I know. It's just been calm; I don't want the threats to start back up."

"Addie, we've got this. It's not like you're interacting. Stella will be with you watching Joe tonight and I will be watching over the girls. Nothing is going to happen to any of them and if we get another threat, it's simply another clue closer to finding whoever it is."

I sigh, taking another sip of the coffee. "Was this the right choice?"

"Addie, you just want to see the last show of the tour in the US. You just want to see him."

I nod again, staring down at the table. "Safety measures are in order. We know the plan. We'll all be okay."

She nods. "That a girl."

As showtime gets closer, Stella and I get ready in Londyn's hotel room, keeping it simple and comfortable though not denying the chance to dress up just a little bit for the occasion. I couldn't care less about the whole dress up part, I just want to see my husband do what he loves for the night. Even if he has no idea I'm there. That being said, we also need to blend in, and dressing the part is a huge aspect.

I hope he doesn't go out into the crowd tonight. He's known for doing it and the last thing I need is for him to see me tonight and something happen. I just want to watch him perform tonight before they're overseas and I can't make it. Plus, it's the only time I'll be able to see him for the holidays... not that we'll get to interact but at least I'll get to see his face for a couple of hours.

"You ready?" Stella asks, giving me a small grin.

I nod, grabbing my phone and following her out of the hotel, keeping our heads low and praying no out of order paparazzi finds out I'm on the streets, causing a whole new thread of articles to arise.

Arriving to the venue and making our way to our seats without any issues, I find myself worried of behind noticed by a fan, and therefore approached. I guess that's what I get for being insistent on coming to see him tonight. Nonetheless, I'll try my best to simply enjoy it rather than worry. That's why Stella's here, to watch out for anything while I'm able to watch him. I know Londyn has the girls. Everything is going to be okay. We picked seats closer to B-Stage, far enough back that he hopefully won't recognize me and close enough that I can see him well enough. Hopefully everything goes to plan.

As the lights go down and the music begins, a swarm of butterflies take over my stomach, making me feel as though I'll simultaneously explode with excitement and throw up. Though I can't say which of the two feelings is stronger by any means. Watching their entrance as I've never seen it before, I watch as Joe appears from under the stage wearing a black vest with no under shirt, black pants, and matching shoes. His hair is longer, curly... and I'm not sure if it's the time we've been apart or if he's been in the gym more, but his arms look larger than they were. I guess he's probably holding the girls a lot more now too. God, he looks good. So good.