Save Me. {A Joe Sugg FanFiction}

three

After I entered the flat I realised the removal guys hadn't arrived with all my stuff. I'm gonna have to cancel on Joe..
I took out my phone to text him when I realised I haven't got his number. I put my travel bag on the empty floor and went over to Joe's.

Joe's POV (oh snap, POV change )

'Rematch! That's not fair! No one can be that good!' Caspar protested after I beat him 5-0 at FIFA. I laugh and play punch his shoulder.
'Come on mate, man of many talents remember?' I joke.
'Well I still want to win sometime.' Caspar pouts.
I set up the game again and we're about to start when the doorbell goes. Ugh, I'm slightly pissed. What do they want?
'I'll get it.' I say moodily.
I get up and go to the door, opening it abruptly.
'What?' I state. I immediately wish I hadn't said that when I see Emma standing there.
'Oh, what's got your panties in a twist?' She jokes, her accent is adorable.
Wait.. What?
'My bad, my bad.' I say. 'Hey, wanna come join us at FIFA?'
'Sure..,' she pauses and scratches the back of her neck, 'listen, the removal guys haven't arrived so I'm gonna have to cancel tonight. Need to unpack and shit..' She laughs.
My stomach plummets. I feel really odd around her, considering I only met her today.
'No worries mate.' I say, mimicking her accent.
'That,' she laughs again, 'was possibly the worst accent I've ever heard.'
'Yeah well I bet you can't do a British accent for the life in you.' I challenge, smirking slightly.
She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms, walking into the flat. I shut the door.
'Go on then.' I say.
She clears her throat.
'Well I have to say this is a rather nice place you've got here old chap.' She says, sounding as if she was Bristish her whole life.
'Ok, Ok, that was pretty good gotta admit.' I say, raising my arms in defeat.
'Well.. I bet you're crap at any other accents.' I challenge, wiggling my eyebrows.
She smiles.
'Right I suggest we should film this. Shits gonna go down boi.' Emma says, rolling her neck and cracking her fingers.
'Deal.. Wait. How about we do an 'Accent Challenge' on my channel?' I say, the idea coming up before I could stop it. But she nods and smiles again.
'Sure. Show me where your studio is monsieur.'
Jeez even her French accent is good. Is there anything this girl can't do?
'Oi Joe! What about our rematch?' Caspar yells.
Oops.
'Later mate!' I shout from downstairs.
I hear Caspar grumbling to himself. Only Caspar.

Emma's POV

We enter his room and the confident aura that surrounded me as I came in immediately popped.
I looked round, determined not to show that I was nervous. I was only in the bedroom of my favourite YouTuber.
That's not helping is it?
Alright just make a sassy comment or something.
Sassy?
Well I don't know just...
'Nice...thing you've got here.' I say lying on his bed and breathing in his scent: Country Air and Manly Deodorant.
It was a nice smell.
'Haha thank you.' Joe laughs as he sets up the camera.
'Right lazy-bones get up, we're filming.' Joe says and pokes me in the stomach.
I sit up immediately.
'Never,' I say in mock seriousness, 'do that again Joseph.'
'Fine fine. Right get out of shot, I want to introduce you.' Joe says, shoving me out of shot.
He presses record.
'Hello everyone! So today, I have a special guest for you all the way from Australia! She's challenged me to an accent challenge because she thinks that she's better at accent than me,' he pauses.
'Right guys this is Emma!' He says does a reveal thing with his arms and I enter.
'Hello everybody!' I say, a new feeling surrounded me.
'Right, let's get these started. I've got a few here already. So the rules are: You hold up a card for the other person to see and they have to do the accent while you guess what it is.' Joe explains to the camera.
I suddenly realised that I've been staring at him and I look away and into the camera.
I turn to Joe again.
'Rock, paper, scissors on who goes first?' I ask sweetly. I always win these.
'Deal.' Joe says.
'Rock, paper, scissors!' We say as Joe draws scissors and I draw a rock.
'I win!' I say triumphantly.
Joe hold up a card. Russian.
'Zay tink zat here in shneehsne,' I say, making up a noise for Russia, 'we drink vodka-'
'RUSSIAN!' Joe yells.
'Correct!' I say and grab a card.
'Aye so if you're not from here you'll have no idea what I'm sayin' reet noo-'
'SCOTTISH!'
Joe claps and grabs a card. Italian.
'Ah, we lika da pizza and de pasta,' I say with the little kissy thing the Italians do.
'ITALIAN!' Joe yells again.
I grab another card. 'We're good!' I say.
'So basically, I went to the mall the other day and there was like a new Starbucks place right by it and I was like OMG! Starbucks!' Joe stops.
'What was that?' I laugh.
'Guess.' Joe says.
'Do it again.'
Joe sighs.
'There was a new Starbucks place and I was like OMG! Starbucks! I need a double cream caramal with extra caramal espresso latte like right now!' He says doing an odd slang on the caramel. Like 'cara-mal'.
'American!'
'Yeah but what part of America?' Joe presses.
'Ummm... New Yorkian?'
'Nope.' Joe says popping the 'p'.
'I don't know!'

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After a successful video we went upstairs to play a FIFFa game with Caspar.

Caspar's POV

I've been here nearly an hour, scrolling through social media and watching Marcus every now and then.
They weren't half loud.
I know I shouldn't feel jealous. I know I shouldn't mind. But I do.
I heard her and Joe talking and I looked at her - just one look - and immediately my whole world got turned upside down. She was - hands down - the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. Her auburn curls hang above her waist and she had piercing green eyes and freckles scattered across her face like the Cadburys Mini Eggs.
She was seriously thin though. I could see her ribs through her outfit. I'm worried about her.
Oh god, listen to yourself Caspar. You take one glance at her and it's like you're in love.
Wait...
I-I'm in love with someone I've only had one look at.
And it was then I realised that I was - indeed - in love with Emma.