JOE (Joe Sugg Fanfic)

*14*

"Mum, I'm going out for a short bit," I said as I got my bag.

"Alright have fun darling," My mum smiled.

"Bye Minx," James smiled as they cuddled on the sofa together.

I drove to St. Thomas' and went up to the room my dad is still in.

"Hi Minx," My dad mumbled wearily.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Weak," My dad grumbled.

"Dad, I know you don't like to talk about it, but can I please tell Mum? She needs to know. You're not doing well."

"Minx."

"Dad, no. She needs to know," I pleaded.

"Fine baby, if it makes you feel better," My dad finally said.

I stayed and talked for a while with my dad, also talking to Dr. Valerie and the nurses to see how he really is doing. They all said his health is declining rather quickly.

As I left, I decided I would tell my mum tomorrow. Because tonight we are going to meet that family again. My mum keeps talking about kind they are.

"Minx, you need to start getting ready for this evening," My mum reminded me as I got home, I hadn't realised I had been out for so long.

I got in the shower, once done cleaning myself, I dried off and got dressed. My mum had informed me it was quite a formal event, being as they were business partners with James and it was a dinner at their home.

I slipped on a fitted, classic, black dress and some heels. I left my hair down, and my make-up natural. Putting in all of my piercings, my phone buzzed, I assumed it's Joe, as we have been texting sporadically throughout the day.

"Have fun, xx."

I decided I would text him back later. My mum was rushing us to go, claiming we were running late. Which we weren't.

"You look beautiful," James said to me as I came downstairs.

"Thank you," I smiled, giving him a small hug.

"Ready?" My mum asked as she got her small clutch.

James and I nodded and then got into James' car, driven by chauffeurs, as always for James. After an almost thirty-minute drive, we pulled up to a gated house.

"Welcome!" A strong voice greeted us.

"Richard," James smiled shaking his hand.

"Hello Diane, I am assuming you're Minx?" Richard said, shaking our hands.

"Yes," I nodded.

Richard lead us inside to the rest of his family. He is probably a few years older than James and my mum. As we walked into their fancy house, we were greeted by Richard's wife, Cate, and their children.

"Hello! Thank you for coming again! It's such a pleasure having you. Is this Minx?" Cate gushed.

"Yes, hello," I smiled.

"Hello honey. Let me introduce you to my children. How old are you?"

"19, almost 20," I smiled.

"Almost the same age as our son, Rory. Rory turned 20 a few months ago," Cate smiled.

"Hello," Rory smiled, extending his hand.

Oh my, he is gorgeous. He has bright green eyes and has muscles the made his white dress shirt more fitted.

"Hello, I'm Ricky," A younger boy smiled, "I'm 14."