Joe's POV:
(A/N hey there sorry for barging in but I just wanted to point out I did a major time skip from the last chapter... Charlie is back at home and so is everyone that was visiting its around a week later)
I got home from Will's house we had just been filming a video. I grabbed my laptop out of my bag I had brought over for the day and flopped down on my bed. I imported the voice memo from my phone onto my computer. (Idk if you can do that hehe) Should I upload the recording... or should I not? I just want whats best for Charlie. She always tells me she has no hidden talent and I just want the world to see her true colours. Fuck it, its for her own good. I put the recording of Charlie's voice onto just a black screen. I went onto youtube and pressed the upload button. I named the video... "I'm Sorry Charlie" I kind of want her to see it, but then... what if it ruins our friendship? Quit it Joe you're overthinking! I pressed publish.
Charlie's POV
I was just editing a daily vlog from yesterday when I got the email: "Hey CharlotteVlogz! ThatcherJoe Just Uploaded A Video - I'm Sorry Charlie - Click here to view it! - www.youtube.com/watch/ccw364Gh (A/N - sorry popping in again, aye! anyways go back to chapter 2, that's the audio if your wondering)
My eyes widened. I was worried to click on the video. But... I did. The video was 43 seconds long. It was just a black screen the whole time. What shocked me the most was it was me singing. The video finally ended. It felt like it was hours long. My heart was pounding. A tear streamed down my cheek. Why was I crying? I have the most fucked up feelings about this situation. Was I happy he did it? Sad? Angry? I don't know, but what I do know is I need to talk to Joe.
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Little Things (Joe Sugg Fan Fiction)
FanfictionWoopty-doo I'm Jim Chapman's little sister, I'm the "Little Thing". Just because I'm 21 and he's 27 does NOT mean anything. Well maybe it does but I'm not little because I can drink in every country in the world now. I think? Jim laughs at me when I...