I'm Yours {Joe Sugg Fanfiction}

Chapter 1

I feel a light tap on my shoulder and I pull my headphones from my ear.

"We are starting our descent now ma'am."

I nod to thank the airhostess and fasten my seatbelt, placing my headphones back in my ear.

As promised, the lights of the city come into view and a smile appears on my face. It's not too long before a message plays over the speaker system.

"This is your captain speaking," it says, "we are now landing in London airport. Thank you once again for flying with Virgin Airlines. Enjoy your evening." I feel a jolt as the plane's wheels come in contact with the air strip. The moment the plane stops, I am up and out of my seat. I don't want to spend another minute in the hot and cramped cabin.

I check my phone; it's around 4am in London, meaning I've been awake for nearly 24 hours. I find it annoying that I can't sleep on planes; I have never been able to.

As I step off the plane it is still dark out, the sun hasn't made its appearance yet. I shiver and pull my cardigan out of my handbag, making my way towards the luggage collection bay.

I spot my purple suitcase as it circles around on the conveyor- belt and I quickly walk over to collect it. Heaving it off of it I put it on the ground and begin to wheel it behind me. As I do so I hear someone shouting my name. I turn around to see the source of the noise.

"Katie, Kit Kat. Over here." Through the crowd emerged a tall, blonde haired man and he was running straight for me.

"Caspar," I squeal, dropping my bags and running towards him. We collide and he brings me into his arms, lifting me off the ground and swinging around in circles. He sets me back down on the ground and we walk towards where I abandoned my bags.

"I've missed you so much; I'm so glad you finally here. It's been too long," Caspar says, puffing and out of breath. Knowing Caspar, he probably slept through his alarm and had to run to make it here in time.

"You haven't changed a bit since I last saw you," he says beaming and takes my bag for me.

"I can't say the same for you," I reply and laugh. The Caspar from my childhood was of average height with hair that stuck out everywhere and had a horrible sense of fashion. But the Caspar that stood before me was tall and muscular. His hair was perfectly gelled and he wore casual, yet presentable clothing.

"I presume you didn't sleep on the plane."

"No chance, you know me, I hate planes to begin with, so sleeping is out of the question."

With that, Caspar burst out laughing and pulls me close, wrapping a long arm around my shoulder as we continue to walk towards the exit.

I haven't seen Caspar since we were kids and I am glad that I am staying with him in England for a few weeks. We used to be neighbours when I still lived in Knysna. But when my parents split up, my mum and I moved back to Australia, where I was born.

We managed to keep in touch all these years. I occasionally visited my Dad who stayed in Knysna and I would spend the entire time catching up with my Caspar, but I missed my best friend dearly.

Then Caspar moved to London, and I never saw him again. But when I mentioned to him that I wanted to do some travelling after I finished uni, he jumped at the opportunity for me to stay with him, and I happily obliged.

And here we are, Caspar and I reunited after so long.

Caspar hails a cab and I get inside while he puts my bags in the boot. The drive to Caspar's apartment is filled with us reminiscing over our childhood memories together. He makes several comments on my accent and how I pronounce certain words, which he finds amusing.

There is a moment of silence between stories when Caspar speaks up.

"Katie?"

"Yeah, what's up," I ask.

"I'm really sorry that I didn't mention it to you earlier, you know before you planned this entire trip, but I actually share my apartment with a guy named Joe. I've gotten him to swap rooms with me while you are here cause his room is bigger and I've set up another bed in there for you. I hope that's ok. I'm really sorry.."

"Caspar," I interrupt him, "Don't worry, it's fine. Thank you for going to so much effort to accommodate me. I don't want to intrude."

"You could never intrude Katie. I am so excited to have you here and staying with me.. us," Caspar reassures me.

"I've missed you so much," I say and he pulls me into a tight hug.

The cap pulls up outside an apartment block and I am released for Caspar's tight grip. He smiles at me and says, "home sweet home," before getting out of the car.

He refuses to let me carry my heavy bags up the flight of stairs; I can tell that he doesn't find it a challenge, being so fit and all.

He sets my bags down outside a set of double doors and fishes through his pockets for his keys.

"Fuck." He curses under his breath and pulls out his phone, dialling a number. I hear a ringtone emitting from behind the doors before someone answers the phone.

"What the fuck man it's 6am, where are you," A croaky voice speaks through the phone.

"Sorry man, I left my keys inside. Can you open the door for me? I had to pick up Katie from the airport, remember," Caspar says, speaking in a soft tone as to not wake up his neighbours.

The person on the other end of the line hangs up. I hear some scrambling coming from inside before the lock clicks and the door opens, revealing a shirtless guy, his long fringe covering his face. I am taken aback by how, well.. hot he is, but am snapped from my trance when Caspar gives me a nudge in the back, signalling for me to go inside. I walk past his roommate into their apartment and I am shocked by the enormity of the place. The first room I entre is a kitchen, dining and living room that is dimly lit by the sun rise. Caspar steps inside and sets my bags down at the top of a flight of stairs.

"Katie," he says, pulling me towards him and his roommate, "this is Joe, my roommate."

Joe is pulling a shirt over his head as Caspar introduces him to me. He runs his hands through his ruffled hair and pushed his fringe out of his eyes. Then he stops and stares at me for a second. His eyes rake up and down my body and I feel very self-conscious, before he looks away and walks towards the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulls out a carton of juice.

"Don't mind him," Caspar whispers in my ear, "He's not really a morning person." He chuckles and grabs my arm once more, dragging me towards the stairs, and picks up my bags. I follow him down the flight of stairs and turn a corner before walking into a brightly lit bedroom.

Caspar places my bags on a large bed in the corner of the room that is nearly made, atop with numerous decorative pillows. He really splashed out to make sure that I feel at home here.

"Wow Caspar, you didn't have to go to so much effort. I would have settled for a single bed really."

"Don't be silly, only the best for you," he beams at me.

"See, this is why you are my best friend," I say and hug him, "I think I'm going to unpack my things, then call my mum, you know how she gets when I'm away from home."

"I sure do, I did live next door to you for years remember. I am accustomed to the panic attacks that follow if you don't call her," Caspar teases before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

~Author's Notes~

Hi guys. So im new around here and this is my first ever fanfiction. YAY! I hope you guys like it.. Please let me know your thoughts on it so far. Sorry it took a while to get the story going.

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