Joe sugg imagine's

45. Treat you Better

Joe's p.o.v

"NO I'M NOT GOING THROUGH THIS AGAIN"

"ITS NOT MY FAULT"

"I DON'T CARE!"

I could hear the familiar muffled yells from next door again. She doesn't deserve it. She is wonderful, beautiful, talented, amazing. Everything that he doesn't deserve.

I'm talking about y/n. The girl who moved in next door to me 6 months ago, the girl who was so sweet and positive and welcoming when I asked if she needed any help moving in. The girl who I had collected feelings for the more I got to know her. But also the girl who dated an asshole.

He had cheated on her multiple times, several of those times she actually caught him in the act. He made her cry, caused her to hate herself and feel heartbroken over and over again. I tried so many times to convince her that he isn't the right person for her but she almost seems dependent on him. I wish I could just tell her that she is loved, and not the 'love' he expresses towards her.

"IM DONE, IM DONE WITH YOU, IM DONE WITH THIS, IM DONE WITH US"

I could hear her sweet poisoned voice through the thin walls. I just wanted to wrap her in a hug and tell her everything is going to be okay.

"YOU CANT JUST WALK OUT ON ME"

"WATCH ME"

I heard the door slam.

Immediately I got up from the sofa to go see her but as I opened the door she was already stood there. Her delicate hand scrunched up into a tiny fists as if she was about to knock.

"Hi" I say softly

Her hand drops and she nods in appreciation, choking back the tears threatening to fall. She wore a frown and misery was clearly evident in her eyes which refused to meet mine. Carefully I slung my arm around her shoulder, locking my door behind me and heading out of the apartment building.

I knew she wouldn't want to stay in the same building as him, and fresh air would be good for her. We headed to the abandoned carpark which I had shown her when she first moved in, it was the most peaceful place I knew of when I first came to London. We sat on a small wall, leaning against the chain link fence.

She had let a few tears slip as we walked down, I assured her that it was okay to cry and whispered endless sweet nothings into her ear on the way down here.

"I don't know why I put up with it" she sighed, the first thing she had said since the argument. Her voice was dry and croaky yet so familiar and warming to me.

"You know there's nothing keeping you from just leaving him" I reply, my voice soft and almost a whisper. As if my voice was any louder she would crack into rubble on the ground.

"But there is. I'm keeping me from leaving him. I'm constantly at war with myself on whats the right thing to do"

Her gaze is distant. I can tell she is in deep thought, she has a light crease in the middle of her forehead when she's thinking a lot. I've always acknowledged the small traits and habits she does, like when she's nervous she'll lightly scratch the skin of her left wrist and fiddle with her fingers. If she gets cold, like she is now, she will pull her sleeves over her hands and keep them between the pressure of her legs in attempt to keep warm.

Or even when she's happy she'll bite her fingernails, almost as if she's hiding the joy on her face. She'll constantly tuck her hair behind her ear and hold a twinkle in her eye that matches her immaculate smile. Unfortunately I haven't seen her genuinely happy for a long time.

"Y/n"

She looked me in the eyes for the first time that night. Her eyes brimmed with tears ready to fall at any given moment.

"Do what makes you happy, you cant and don't deserve to live in misery, your an amazing strong woman who has so much potential and so many things waiting for her out there in the world, you just have to take the step to take the chance"

We held eye contact as the water ran freely down her cheeks. I could feel my own heart shattering into thousands of tiny pieces as I watch this strong girl break in front of me. Naturally I wrapped my arms around her and let her cry into my chest, cradling her fragile form in my arms. Silently she sobbed into my chest, snuggling further into my arms when her tears ran dry.

This had happened too many times, it had to stop.

"He loves me" she says, but the statement is false and I could hear that even she didn't believe that anymore from her voice. I could see her desperately trying to hold onto the non existing hope she had created for herself.

"No, I love you"