Joe Sugg Imagines

Hello

You were sleeping not so soundly when the sound of your phone obnoxiously buzzing on your bedside table woke you up.

You weren't too upset, considering you had been tossing and turning all night anyway, drifting between dreamland and reality.

You rolled over and put on your glasses, then squinted against the bright light of your phone. Your heart did a cartwheel as Joe's name flashed across the screen.

Just his name.

No emojis.

No cute picture.

Just Joe Sugg.

Anything more attached to his contact had been deleted a long time ago.

You contemplated answering it for a while.

Why was he calling you?

Looking at your clock, you saw that it was 1:00 in the morning. Either something was wrong or he was wasted, and knowing him it was the latter.

Just as your phone was about to go to voicemail, you pressed accept and put the phone to your ear.

"Hello?" you said hesitantly.

"(Y/N)?" Joe said back. His voice was almost quiet.

The background was silent, meaning he wasn't at a club like your gut said he would be.

"What's going on?" you asked. "Are you alright?"

Joe laughed, "I never thought I'd hear you say that again."

"Joe," you said, almost sternly. "Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said. "I'm at the park."

"Regents?" you said, sitting up from the bed.

"Yeah," he said. "I walked. Well, first I went to the bar. Now I'm here."

"By the lake?" you said, thinking of the place you two used to watch the sunset.

"How'd you know?" he almost laughed.

You smiled lightly as you stood up from bed. You walked over to your closet with the phone resting between your cheek and your shoulder as you grabbed a jumper.

"It's your favorite place," you said. "Surely I would remember that."

"I didn't think you'd remember anything about me," he mumbled. Your heart ached as you slipped on shoes and grabbed your car keys.

"It's only been a few months," you said quietly. "I can't forget you that easy."

"Did you ever move to Brighton?" Joe asked, the topic changing quickly as his drunk mind switched gears. "I know you always talked about that."

"No," you said. "I'm still in London."

"I never see you around town."

"Yeah well I tend to avoid the bar scene."

Joe laughed loudly for a moment. You knew he was drunk because it was far too lame of a joke and too loud of a laugh for him to be sober.

"I'm gonna come get you, okay?" you said. You were in your car now, starting it up for the ten or so minute drive to the park.

"Just leave me here," he said, his gloomy composure returning. "Maybe I'll drown in the lake."

"Don't joke like that," you said sternly.
"You stay right where you are and I'm coming to get you."

"I miss you."

His words came out softly.

He sounded like a scared little boy and you could immediately picture him. His hair was probably flopped over his face but was constantly being brushed through his fingers. His eyes would be a little bloodshot and his cheeks would be a little rosy. If you were there, he'd be reaching out to you, wrapping his whole body around you and placing soft kisses to your neck.

"I've been feeling so sick lately," Joe continued. "I don't know what's hit me, but you're all I can think about again. You know, for a while I was really bad. After you handed me back that ring I was so broken. Then I was okay. I could go out with the guys and come back with a girl and I wouldn't really feel anything but, I mean, feeling nothing was better than feeling so sad. But now, I've come full circle. I can't eat and I can hardly sleep and I just want to be over you but I'm not and I wonder if I ever will be."

You took a deep breath before you said anything. You knew if you started to cry over the phone, Joe would fall apart completely.

Before you could speak, Joe spoke again. "But how have you been?" he asked. "I always forget to ask how other people are. I just go on and on about myself. Maybe that's why you left me. Is that why you left? Was I too selfish? Sorry. This is too many questions. How are you doing?" You smiled lightly at Joe and his fumbling drunkenness.

"I'm alright," you said.

"You're lying," Joe said immediately. "I can hear it in your voice. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you said, shaking your head. This was about Joe.

"Can you please tell me?" Joe said, his voice weak. "I know I wasn't always the best listener, but I've really been trying to get better at it. Just talk to me and I'll just listen." A small tear fell from your eye but you wiped it away, focusing hard on the road ahead of you.

"Just wonder if my life's going in the right direction," you said, keeping your voice from showing any signs of vulnerability. "Wondering if past choices were right and if they'll bring me to the best future."

"Are you thinking about me?" he asked, his voice soft again. You smiled lightly. "Was that selfish again?"

"No," you said. "It wasn't selfish. I do think about you. I wonder sometimes if I did the right thing."

You and Joe were both quiet. You were only moments away from pulling up to the park.

"Why did you say no?" Joe finally asked. "Three years. Three strong and great years and you just, you wouldn't marry me." You took a deep breath and took the next turn to the park.

"I was really scared, Joe," you said. "I thought saying yes would make me promise something I wasn't ready for."

"And now?"

"Now I have no idea."

"I still love you, you know."

"I know."

"Do you still love me?"

You were quiet for a moment.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah," you said.

"Yeah?"

You laughed very softly, "Yeah, I still love you. You're kind of hard to let go of."

You pulled into the park and stayed on the phone with Joe until you could see him in the distance.

He was sitting on the park bench you always sat at together. When he saw you, his smile shone a little brighter, though his eyes were still tired.

"Come on," you said gently, holding out your hand to him. "I'm gonna take you home, okay?"

"Home to my flat or home to yours?" he asked, walking with you back to your car.

"Home to mine," you said, still not looking at him.

Joe was quiet. You finally willed yourself to bring your gaze to meet his.

He looked up at you and smiled.

"So what happens now?" he asked.

"I take you home and you fall asleep," you said. "When you wake up, I'll give you some pain killers for the massive hangover you'll have."

"You know what I mean," Joe said back. You were in the car now. You smiled softly before starting the ignition.

"We'll see how much you remember in the morning."
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i really really like this one

so i have theatre arts as a class now... fml

i hate it and i didn't even sign up for it?!

credit to @buttercream-imagines on tumblr!

xx, Lizzie