Magic // Joey Graceffa Fanfic *rewriting*

Chapter 34

Joey's POV

I wake up with everyone else yelling on the bus. Delilah wakes up after.

"WILL YOU SHUT UP YOU'RE GIVING ME A HEADACHE AND I WANT TO SLEEP GODDAMNIT!" She yells sending death glares to everybody. They all freeze and widen there eyes.

"Are you on your time of the month or-" Zayn begins.

She scoffs.

"If you might-as-well know Zayn, I am. And can you please just quiet down for a few seconds, please." She says calming down.

"Oh." Zayn whispered. Delilah rolled her eyes and pt her head back on our lap.

"Joey, I wanted you to meet my mother today, since we don't have a concert until tomorrow." She half smiled. I nodded.

"Sure. Can I get you anything?" I asked. I knew when it's that time of the month it's horrid and you don't want to do anything, for I have a sister.

"Water?" She asked. I nodded and quietly got up to get it.

"You guys make up?" Claire whispered in my ear as I walked past her. I nodded and she gives me a thumbs up. I hand the water to Delilah and she takes small sips.

"When will we get when we're going?" I ask.

"Bout' an hour." Niall said. Delilah groans and falls back into her seat.

"If it's about 9 AM here it's around 2 PM in London." Delilah points out.

"THAT MEANS I CAN TALK TO PHILLY!" Claire squeals.

"Philly? Who the flying British monkeys is Philly?" Lillian asks.

"Phil." Claire pouts.

"Oh. You're lover." Lillian mocks.

"Yeah! We haven't talked to them in a couple of days so it should pass time. Lets see if he's on." I say. Delilah nods and hands me her Macbook. 

"It doesn't look like it." I shrug.

"I'm so bored!" Delilah exaggerates taking out her earbuds.

"Watcha doing?" I ask grabbing one of the buds.

"Something I don't even know if you know so flake off pretty boy." She laughs.

"What?" I question.

"I'm about to listen to music, isn't it obvious?" She giggles.

"Oh." I say nodding. She plaayfully rolls her eyes as she listens to her music while taking out the blue book from last night. She seemed to be secretly writing down something in it quickly.

"What are you doing now?" I ask.

"Nothing Joey, don't worry." She laughs awkwardly.
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After about a hour of awkward silence we're greeted by a crowd of fans outside the hotel.

"Delilah, I'm gonna hold you over my head and I want you to see how far the door is." I nod lifting her up. She strains her neck.

"Pretty far." She states.

"Damn." I mutter.

"No curse curse." Delilah pouts like a baby. I laugh and kiss her cheek causing her to blush.

"Onward Avengers!" She yells. Mixtures of crazy screams chorus throughout the crowd as we run through. We reach inside first sighing. Delilah slides off my back and looks around at the huge appartment, which might I say is larger, much larger than the last one. She gasps and drags me through the place stopping at our room number.

"Share a room?" She asked. I nodded and we walked in holding hands.

"IS THAT A HOT TUB I SEE?" I yelled. She frowned.

"What? Oh." I said remembering.

"Dreaded sign of not being pregnant." She muttered under her breath.

"Shouldn't you call your mom?" I asked. She nodded and quickly pulled out her phone.

"Hi ma!"

"No we just reached Toronto."

"No concerts today."

"Maybe."

"Oh guess what?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Oh," she blushes, "well me, him, Claire, and Lillian are coming over."

"I don't think."

"She does."

"Phil Lester."

"The British one!"

"I don't care what your coupon says!" I laugh at this part.

"Love you mom. Bye." She giggles then hangs up.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"She asked if we were back together, I told her we were coming over, she asked if Claire fancied anybody. I said Phil of course, and she asked the doctor, and I said no, and she told me she had a coupon for 20 percent off her next checkup with him." She giggles.

(this is so true, but it's with Dan. When I look up Dan Howell, a link for a dentist with the same name comes up. Every. Single. Time.)

"Oh." I laugh.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Delilah states grabbing some clothes and walking into the bathroom. I glance at her purse tempted to find the book. My odds went against me as I grabbed it looking inside. In big gold glittery letters, My Bucket List. 

"Number one," I began reading to myself, "kissing in the rain."
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I LIKED THE ENDING OF THIS ONE TOO. WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF?

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