Save Me. {A Joe Sugg FanFiction}

two

As the plane landed I could immediately smell the asphalt and rain. It was a heady smell but - surprisingly - I liked it. I listened to the rain drops patter on the window as everyone got out of their seats in a hurry. I was in no rush so I sat back and watched people as they struggled for space. The few impatient toddlers letting out a frustrated cry every now and then. 
I turned the volume up on my earphones, drowning out the noise and leaving me to the song.

'Well do it all,
Everything,
On our own,
We don't need anything,
Or anyone..
If I lay here,
If I just lay here-

I skipped it. I really don't want to succumb to depressing songs... Yet.

'Won't you lay down,
And tell me the palaces you've been,
Won't you lay down,
And re-live your story again.
If things could turn back around,
I know I would do anything-'

I gave up and took my earphones out.
The majority had left so I got out of my seat and grabbed my stuff.
My phone pinged.
It was just YouTube. Apparently Joe Sugg has uploaded a new video. He's my all time favourite. It's such a cliché and of course stereotypical for a 18 year old girl but even so I clicked on it as I waked through the airport.
His signature 'ThatcherJoe' came up. Loudly. Shit, I forgot my earphones weren't in. I plugged them in and continued the video.
As I was watching a new notification came up on Twitter. It was Joe. Again.

'Just uploaded my new video!
Apparently there's a newcomer to our apartments, Caspar and I are going over later to say hello!'

I gasped. Surely not. It's not me. It can't. London is so big.
I shake the thought out of my head. It's silly and of course every girl who knows Joe will think it's them if they're moving. I sigh and go to the Rental Car area. I fill in the papers and grab the car.
My parents have a lot of money so they had pre-ordered the car.
It was - might I just say OMFG - a Porsche Cayenne. Black outside and white interior. I squealed as I turned on the ignition and drove out of the maze of car parks.

~

I finally found the address. It took me a while considering the airport was already in London.
The removal guys were arriving in an hour. They sent me an email a minute ago.
I got a text from the LandLord: Simon.
He didn't do emailing and he took a rather friendly tone. We'd been talking for around a few months now, arranging everything and making sure it all worked out.

'Hey! I'll be with you soon to show you around.'

I replied.

'I'm already here :)'

'Brilliant! I'm on my way now.'

Thank goodness there's a slight porch. It was pouring even heavier than when I arrived. I waited a good ten minutes before Simon pulled up to the curb. He locked the car quickly and ran with the keys to the porch.

'Hi! Sorry I'm late. The traffic in London is completely unpredictable at times.' He said as he unlocked the door. His accent well pronounced and very British.

'It's alright. I haven't been waiting long.' My Australian accent seeming odd and out of place.

'You're probably going to get rather a lot of people commenting on this but your accent is awesome.' Simon stated as we walked to the elevator. As we got in a guy in a raincoat hopped in too.
'Sorry Simon.' He laughed. 'I had to get in. Caspar and I are having a FIFA game and I was out when he texted me. I always win you know.' He sounded familiar..
Simon clapped him on the back.
'It's alright! Have you met Emma? She's gonna be your new roomie - if you put it that way -. All the way from Australia.'
He pulled his hold down and my stomach did a little flip. It was Joe..
'Hey! So you're the newbie!' Joe smiles.
'I'm Joe.' He says.
I open my mouth to speak but I seem to have lost words.
I close it and nod.
'Emma.' I state awkwardly. Suddenly the elevator pings and Simon pushes me out. Joe follows suit.
'This here is your flat. Number 15. Joes is 14 if you want to go over and..' Simon trails off and smirks.
'Well I'll leave you to it Emma.'
'Thanks.' I say and take the keys from Simon.
He leaves and I turn to unlock the door. I hear a cough and I turn around.
'So... Emma?' Joe asks slyly. I nod and raise an eyebrow.
'Come over later. 8 o'clock. You can meet Caspar. I'm sure he'll like you...' He says a hint of something in his voice.
'Sure thing mate. See ya later.' I say, emphasising the Aussie accent. Joe laughs as he goes into his flat. I smile and do a little dance of joy in the lobby.
An old lady with Tesco shopping bags looks at me weirdly and I smile, going into my new flat, giddy with excitement.