Love Found - Life Made (JoeSugg)

•THIRTEEN•

Arias POV - Chapter Thirteen:

"Yo, wake up!" Someone shouted. Someone was shaking my body. "Aria!!" They shouted again.

"Hmm?!" I say back as my eyes fluttered open. As soon as they open, I saw Joe's face so close. I jump slightly as he stands up laughing. "Idiot." I mumble sitting up.

Joe let's out a deep laugh and shrugs. "It was funny, and did you know Aria? You are one of the hardest people to wake up!" He says walking over to his bedroom door.

I swing my legs over the bed while I rub my eyes. "Well, I like sleep. What can I say?" I laugh.

Joe grunts. "I cooked you breakfast." He says leaning his back against the wall.

I look over at him. "You cooked?"

He nods. "Yeah, I love cooking!"

I raise a eyebrow and smile. "C'mon, you can be the first to try my English breakfast." He winks.

I hmm while standing up. I walk over to before he picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. He spun on his heels, heading towards the stairs. His arm was drooped over my lower back.

"Joe?" I say sweetly.

He hmms.

"Put. Me. The. Hell. Down now!" I yell.

I feel him shake his head as he begins walking down the stairs.

"Joe, I mean it!" I yell.

"Why?"

"I'm scared of heights." I say.

"Stop bullshitting me! I'm not even tall." He laughs.

I roll my eyes, whats the point of trying to win even if I'm telling the truth about heights.

Once we got into the kitchen, he drops me on a chair in front of my food. I tuck my hair behind my ear, as I examine the food.

"This looks appealing," I smile as Joe sits down at the opposite side of the table. My eyes travelled up his. "Thank you." I thank smiling.

He smirks. "Don't mention it, babe." He says picking up a fork and stabbing it into a sausage.

"So, after breakfast I want you to go and get ready." Joe says as I eat some bacon.

I nod.

"I'm taking you to into London, I've got something planned for us." He says.

I smile and nod still eating. He nods also taking a chunk of meat out of his sausage.

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Right now, we are driving more into London. It was only around 2:25PM.

After breakfast we lazed around on the sofa, watching TV and talking. Then Joe went for a bath which took much longer then expected.

He said we would arrive at our destination in 5 minutes. He had one hand on the wheel and road had his full conceration. His other hand was intertwined with mine.

I smiled to myself before looking out of the window, enjoying London view.

We soon parked up. Joe jumped out of the car to pay for parking. I soon get out also, grabbing my jacket out of the back. Joe soon came back. He did what he needed to before grabbing my hand and dragging me alone the London streets.

"So, I was thinking we could go get some food then go on the London Eye? How does that sound?" He asks looking down at me.

I rest my head on his arm. "Perfect." I smile. I hear him laugh a little while resting his head on mine.