I'm Yours {Joe Sugg Fanfiction}

Chapter 9

It takes several days for Caspar to get used to Joe and I being together.

Honestly I don't blame him. After he admitted what he was afraid of to me, I found it difficult to be mad. Whenever Joe and I came into a room that he was in, we tried to keep our distance from each other. But I could tell that Joe was dying inside.

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Despite what Joe said about it being fine if I slept in his temporary room with him, it is really cramped and I can tell that he wants his old room back.

After breakfast, Joe leaves the apartment to Zoe and Alfie's place for the afternoon. He said that he had to help her out with something.

As soon as he's gone, Caspar and I decide to put or plan into motion. Caspar suggested to me yesterday that he and I switch the rooms back again, so that Joe could have his larger bedroom back. We start by clearing all of Caspar's thins (apart from him bead) out of Joe's room and vice versa.

Caspar found some large moving boxes in the cupboard earlier and we put all of their belongings inside them to make it easier to move them between rooms.

Once they have been moved, Caspar helps me move the beds. We end up having to dismantle them, move them into the other room, and then reassemble them. I start to make Joes bed while Caspar makes his, but then my phone rings.

"Hey babe," Joe says cheerfully.

"Hey. What's up?" I ask. Caspar chooses this moment to use the drill. Of course he does!

"What the fuck is that?" Joe asks. "Is that my drill?"

"Umm yeah. Caspar's bed broke so he's fixing it," I lie. I feel bad about it but when Joe comes home and sees what we've done, it will be worth it.

"Well I just rang to say that I'm going to be leaving Zoe's soon. I'll be home in about an hour. Do you want me to buy anything in particular for dinner?"

I pull the phone away from my mouth. "Caspar would you stop drilling, I'm on the phone to Joe."

"Shit," he says as he stops.

"Sorry Joe. Umm what about spaghetti? Caspar's told me you make an amazing spag."

"Do we have any pasta?" Joe asks. God I love how he says that. His accent is just amazing.

"No I don't think we need any."

"You didn't say it!"

"I didn't say what?" I ask Joe.

"Pasta!" Joe says, as if it was obvious that I should have said it.

"Pasta?" I say, confused.

Joe chuckles down the line. "God I love your accent," he says.

"I've got to go Joe. I'll see you later."

"Ok, see you."

I quickly hang up the phone and race into Caspar's room.

"Holy shit, Joe's going to be home in about 1 hour. We need to hurry up!" I say.

"Oh I'll finish putting my room back together later. I'll help you put everything of Joe's back where it was before."

We walk back into Joe's room. Caspar and I work out way though all of Joe's boxes. I find it strange how he managed to fit so much crap into Caspar's tiny room. Yet he did. After I put all of his clothes away in him cupboard and put the sheets on his bed, 30 minutes has already passed.

I ask Caspar what I should put where and he instructs me while unpacking other boxes.

My phone buzzes. When I look at it, I see Joe's message.