Chapter 8

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Y/n POV:
I ran over to the bathroom door and and started hitting it repeatedly.
"Joe please open up" I sobbed.
Joe opened the door and I jumped into a hug. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, Joe kissed me. It had been about 2 hours, but I missed Joe so much.
Joe pulled away and I looked into his eyes. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Y/n?" Joe asked
"Yes?"
"I love you too."

Joe carried me upstairs onto the sofa and we snuggled up while watching game of thrones. It was our favourite tv series. I rested my head on joes shoulder and he kissed my head.

Joes POV:
Eventually y/n fell asleep on my shoulder, she looked adorable.
I turned off the TV and carried her down to my room. I tucked her in and planted a kiss on her forehead.
I went back upstairs and started to fall asleep on the sofa until i got a text.
It was from an unknown number.
It read "meet me at Starbucks tomorrow? A date? -Lucy😏xxx"
I blocked the number. I had already told Lucy about y/n, and it's wrong of her to send me a text like that.

The sofa was uncomfortable with out y/n so I decided to go and sleep with her. I silently crept downstairs and into my bed. Y/n was fast asleep.

The next morning:
Y/n POV:
I rubbed my eyes and looked over to find Joe sleeping next to me.
I kissed his cheek and his eyes opened.
"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you" I laughed. Joe smiled at me and combed his fingers through his messy hair.
We cuddled for a few minutes then Joe got out of bed to make us breakfast.
Joe was only wearing his boxers so I tried not to look, he caught me peeking and we both laughed.

Joes POV:
I was making pancakes when y/ns arms wrapped around my waist and her head sat on my shoulder.
I looked into her big blue eyes and kissed her on her head. I then went back to making pancakes.
"Joe can I ask you something?"
"Are we like, boyfriend and girlfriend now?" She asked me.
"If you want to be" I replied
She cupped my face with her hands and kissed me.

Thankyou for reading X

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