Save Me. {A Joe Sugg FanFiction}

forty-five

'Have you got everything Joe?' I ask for the billionth time. We're leaving for VidCon today.
'Yes, don't worry.' He smiles, kissing my forehead.
'And the girls?'
'All checked and ready.'
I rest my head again Joe's chest. 'Thank you.' I sigh.
He rubbed my shoulder soothingly. 'Just have fun okay?'
'We're going to VidCon! We're going to Vi- mummy, what's VidCon?' Amelie asks after her impromptu dance around her room.
'It's a thing in America that daddy and I need to go to for work darling .' I say, pushing her hair out of her face. 'Go get your sister: it's time to go.'

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♡ ♡ ♡ ♡  VID-CON ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
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America is in the peak of summer. It's humid and busy in LAX airport.
'There's a guide waiting for us at arrivals.' Joe says, leading is through the bustle of people.
My most recent video: 'Sugg Sunday Special: family edition' Really hit off. Receiving 5m views within 24 hours of uploading.
Joe and I decided to not cover up Amelie and Margot. There are considerably more 'sugg'scribers than before: I've recently hit 10m and Joe hit 9m yesterday.
They're six but hey, being mature is good right?
I'm not sure it's right. I'm not sure people approve. I don't want them to be surrounded by over the top social standards: because I know I definitely succumbed to the pressure.
A few months ago I posted a video called: 'My Story' all about how I suffered with anorexia, depression and anxiety all in one. How I self harmed and starved and was admitted to hospital for anorexia and collapsing in the streets. How I fell in love with Joe and was pregnant at 21. I spilled everything.
I run a blog called 'SuggETalks'.
I wrote articles on how I dealt with things: help people going through the same and just chatted about my life.
I'll be doing a big talk at Vid-Con. I love how I'm helping so many people: it's sold out.
'Mr&Mrs Sugg?' A guy in sunglasses says, I'm not paying attention really. He's tall and has  a surprisingly similar build to Timothy. Wait.
'Timmy?'
He smirks. 'Took a while sis.'
'Timmy!' I yell, wrapping my arms around his torso. 'I've missed you.'
I haven't seen him since he moved to America with his wife: Sophie.
'Girls. This is uncle Timmy.' I smile happily.
'Why are you wearing glasses?' Margot pokes his leg.
He laughs. 'Well.. There's this thing called the sun: it's very big and bright. And I would like to keep my eyes on.'
Amelie rolls her eyes. 'We know that. I'm in year 3.' As if that signifies that she's got the mental capacity of an adult. Not that I'd be surprised if she did: she's very intellectual, and has a very mature dialect for a 7 year old.
Margot is playful and constantly cheerful.
'We have a car waiting for you Madame... Monsieur.' Timmy smirks at Joe.
I love how well they get on.
'Thank you terribly.' Joe teases.
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Our room is two connected. Amelie and Margot's are two twin beds, whilst ours is a queen size.
We can lock our door so they can't come in. Vice versa.
Joe sneaks up behind me while I'm unpacking, wrapping his arms around my waist.
'Joe!' I laughed. 'You scared me oh my god!'
He smirks and kisses my cheek.
I sigh and rest my head against his shoulder.
'What's up baby?' Joe asks worriedly, running a hand through his hair.
'You know what?' I say.
'What?'
'We haven't... We haven't had sex for.. For 4 months.' I look to the floor.
Suddenly I feel Joe's lips against mine and he guides me the door, our lips still connected. He locks the double doors to the girls' room.
'I love you.' He murmurs.
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♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ DAY 2 ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
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'I'll take the girls around to see things while you're at your talk yeah?' Joe mumbles, rolling over on his side.
'Okay. Sorry my alarm woke you, I'll be back at 5-ish.' I smile, kissing his cheek.
'Bye.' I hear a muffled Joe from under the covers.
I tiptoe into Amelie and Margot's room.
'Bye bye girls.' I kiss their foreheads.
They stir in their sleep but don't wake up.
I check my outfit in the mirror. My black dress I wore the first night of our honeymoon. My favourite black boots. I wear them all the time. Joe gets annoyed because I'm always taller than him when I wear them. I wear a nude lip and the necklace Joe have me for our 5 year anniversary.
I close the hotel room door quietly and make my way down to meet my chauffeur who's taking me to the venue.
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'And now for our special quest.. Emma Sugg!' The interviewer yells into the microphone. Loudly.
I hear screaming and cheering.
'That's your cue.' One of the backstage crew say, slightly pushing me onstage.
I gather myself and walk jovially onstage.
'Hi guys!' I say into the mic attacked to my dress.
'Wow Emma you look amazing!' The interviewer says.
'Thank you! I wore this dress on Joe and I's honeymoon.' I smile.
A ripple of 'aws' emit from the crowd.
'So tell me a bit about yourself Emma.'
I take a deep breath. 'Well as I'm sure you know, I suffered from depression and anorexia for a while. I still - of course - have anxiety. If only it was that easy to get rid of! When I met Joe, I was having major panic attacks. It was pretty bad but Joe helped me through it all.'
'That's wonderful.. So is it okay if I ask you a few questions from the audience?'
'Sure.' I nod.
'Where and when did you and Joe meet?'
'I had just moved into the same place as he lived and he jumped into the lift with me and the landlord - Simon - saying 'sorry! I was out and I promised Caspar a game of FIFA.'
'What was your first impression of Joe?'
'He was very... Honest and genuine. Protective almost.' I laugh.
'Why did you think you were good enough for Joe?'
'I'm sorry?' I stutter.
'Oh I'm sorry... That wasn't the right one..' The interviewer says. The audience is silent. A few whispers is all I can hear.
Is that really what they thought? After 7 and half years?
'Ah here it is... Why did you start a YouTube channel?'
'Um... It was Joe's idea.. f-for my birthday. He said I could sing and so he.. Found my old guitar and made me sing..' I mumble. I feel horrible and guilty.
'Boo!' I hear someone yell.
I loons round quickly. I know Joe isn't here but I wish he was.
'Settle down everyone!' The interviewer laughed nervously.
'Um... I-I.. Excuse me.' I mumbled and I rushed off stage.
'Emma!' One of the backstage crew yell.
I ignore him and continue to run through the double doors and out into the heat of LA.
'Emma! Emma! Emma!' A massive group of fans swarm towards me.
'Please! Please, I need to go.' I cry urgently.
I push through the crowd and continue running.
I have no idea where I'm going but I keep running. Down an alleyway, past a shop, past a house, until I'm walking down busy a main road sidewalk.
I turn another corner where it seems quieter until I stumble into a picturesque little park with a fountain and plant beds.
I find a shady tree and curl up in a ball. The wind is cool against my back and slowly I drift into a deep sleep.
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JOE'S POV
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'Are you sure you've checked everywhere?' I ask the policewoman worriedly.
'Sir, we're doing the best we can. The whole team is out there. Just look after your kids until we find her.' She says soothingly.
I shake my head. She was three hours late and when I get a call from the stage manager asking where she was I immediately knew what had happened.
'Sir, I thought she would be with you?' The manager has said.
'No...' I had hung up and immediately called the police.
'Mummy!' Margot wailed. Amelie and her were sitting down on the side of the road where she was last seen.
Amelie put an arm around her. 'It's okay Mar.. Daddy will find mummy soon.'
I know what to do.
'Hello?'
'Zoe? Thank god!' I breath.
'What's happened? Is Emma okay? The girls?' She asks hurriedly.
'Emma... She had a talk with an interviewer and something went wrong I think.. She's missing.'