Since I Met You | Joe Sugg x Reader

Chapter Thirteen

"I haven't started editing my video for tomorrow!" I tell Joe, sitting up only just remembering looking at the time to find that it is already six and this video is one that could take a few hours to edit.

"Can't you do it tomorrow?" Joe asks with a frown.

"I can't," I tell him, standing up and taking my phone from his kitchen counter. "You could come with me!"

"Caspar's going to be back anytime soon." He tells me disappointed.

"You could leave a note." I smile hopefully, pulling him up from the sofa.

"Okay." He sighs with a quiet laugh, leaving a small note on the counter and following me out to my car. We arrive at my flat laughing at a joke Joe made on the way up but stop immediately when we find Liam sitting down glaring at the door and that glare then falls upon us only to seem angrier.

"Are you okay?" I question, walking in, Joe following behind me cautiously clearly feeling awkward. Liam's glare follows Joe so I stand in front of him to stop it. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at us like that?"

"It's not you." He hisses coldly. I roll my eyes at his response.

"Joe?" I ask, he stays silent but that's just another way of him confirming my question. "Joe's not done anything, you've not even met." I tell him in the same tone beginning to become fed up with his constant anger, that's all he seems to be with me since the kiss. It wasn't even me that kissed another person, I've been better than I'd expect anyone to act if they had been cheated on. I even accepted his proposal as well as asking him to move in which I severely regret now. He comes home angry. He leaves home angry. He does absolutely nothing around the flat, making mess which can be helped and then leaving it for me to tidy.

"I may not have met him but I know what he's up to." He snaps, standing up and walking over to Joe threateningly and Liam being quite tall he looks down at him obviously trying to intimidate him.

"I don't know what I've done but whatever it was I'm really sorry." Joe says calmly holding his hands out.

"It's what you're doing!" He points out, getting louder.

"Be quiet! We live around people." I mumble not wanting to anger him anymore but not wanting to draw attention to us.

"Shut up." He demands and I do so, backing up, something I fear with his anger is violence. Lately Liam has changed so much I don't even know whether to think he would or wouldn't. If he hadn't changed I'd know straight away that he wouldn't being the compassionate and kind guy he was but now he's just mean all the time. Whenever we go out he'll always insult everyone around us to me about any flaw they could possibly have, he's always seeking for negativity.

"Don't talk to her like that." Joe orders, glaring at him furiously, clenching his fists.

"You see what you're doing! You're trying to steal her with this kind act." He tells him acting a little threatened himself now, I look at him confused with the stupid theory.

"She's not an object, I can't steal her, whatever she does is her choice and the way I am is not an act."

"Then why is she always hanging out with you!" He snaps, facing away from us.

"Maybe because you always act like an asshole." Joe adds before being punched in the face sending him back into the kitchen counter, hitting his back on the way. Joe is clearly in pain but continues to stand up, brave. Liam goes to hit him again but I stand in the way receiving the hit myself but it goes to my shoulder. I flinch away in extreme pain, Joe getting even more furious by the second and hitting Liam in the face himself before pushing him out of the flat and locking the door and then rushing over to me.

"Are you okay?" Joe asks me, concern all over him face as he holds me.

"I'm fine," I lie, taking my hand away from my shoulder. "What about you? He did far worse to you." I ask, lightly touching where he was hit which is now bright red and burning hot.

"It was worth it." He giggles, smiling but stops when it hurts him to even laugh.

"Do you want something cold to put on it?" I ask, going over to my freezer and taking something out and wrapping something around it. He nods and I hand it to him, sitting down with him.

"You wouldn't say I'm stealing you would you?" Joe asks me guiltily.

"What – Of course not!" I say, a little shocked that Joe has taken Liam's words a lot more serious than they actually are. I stand up and walk into my bedroom taking the small blue navy box that once held my ring and as a single tear runs down my cheek I slide the ring off my finger placing it back in the box. I look out of the window in the bedroom that overlooks the car park and I was right by thinking Liam would still be here leaning against his car. Sighing, I take the box with me. "I'll be back in one moment." I tell Joe, leaving the flat and hopping down the few flights of stairs that go up to the flat that was mine and Liam's. When I walk up to him, anger bubbling inside of me, I throw the ring at him like he did with me a few weeks ago before hitting him myself. "I'm not marrying you and I'm not living with you! Collect your stuff on Wednesday, I don't want to see you tomorrow," I tell him, my voice raised but then I go quieter. "And not that you deserve an explanation but I never wanted to be around you because you're always so negative and Joe isn't. He's a friend and I can't believe that you got caught up in that ridiculous theory, we are over."

"That's fine, I still have your sister, she's much better than you." He snickers as I walk away but turn around tears forming in my eyes when I realise what he said.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my voice going wobbly.

"You know what I mean," He says coldly, not even looking at me. "One thing she really does do better than you is kiss." He tells me emphasizing the word kissing which sparks up a memory.

"Hey so I must confess to something." His words are slurred and his tone sounds cold and careless, I've never seen him drunk surprisingly. Yes, I've seen him tipsy but usually he refuses to get drunk.

"Liam, are you okay?" I ask, concerned.

"I'm fine, I'm just afraid you won't be." He giggles.

"What's happened?" I ask impatiently, sighing.

"I kissed someone." He's laughing harder now, like he doesn't care.

No. I feel like I'm going to be sick but holding back the tears and the urge to vomit I run back upstairs, slamming the door and falling against it letting the tears run out like a stream. For a moment I don't even realise Joe's by my side comforting me with all the memories adding up consuming my mind.

Me:

Jackie! Where have you been?

She doesn't respond for a long time which worries me since I've never seen her without a phone at her side since she got one at the age of twelve.

Jackie:

Sorry, I've been really busy lately. How is everything with you?

Of course she was busy.

"What happened?" Joe asks me, his concern growing. Sighing, I tell him briefly before falling into his open arms and accepting the comforting hug. The only people I loved went against me and I didn't even know.

I'm so sorry the third update was so late but here it is and I was finally capable of writing a longer chapter for once! Can I also thank everyone who has read or voted, it means a lot as I was not expecting many reads let alone votes! Anyway I hope you enjoyed the chapter :)