Since You Left | Joe Sugg x Reader

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Y/D - Your Drink

"Really? Eyelash curlers?" I ask as Zoe attempts for the fifth time to get to my eyes. I actually agreed for her to do my makeup for this party as I'm not particularly talented in that area.

"They'll make your eyelashes look longer." She says, pouting her lip.

"Is that you secretly taking this piss out of my practically non-existent eyelashes?" I say with a straight face but we both end up cracking and laughing far too much.

"Just let me do it."

"But you'll rip my eyelashes out!"

"I won't if you quit moving!"

"Fine." I sigh, allowing this torture to proceed. Once she's done that, thankfully not ripping out my only eyelashes, she applies a coat of mascara and adds on some false lashes which are my first time actually wearing them. "Zoe! These are so heavy." I giggle, fluttering my eyes as I try and get used to them.

"They are at first and especially if you're not used to wearing them." She tells me. "Come on." Zoe is driving tonight, tackling her fear of driving in London at night and also being the responsible one. She doesn't drink so she said she would drive me as we both know I'll be pretty intoxicated by the end of the night. We arrive not long after the short drive and when we enter the dimly lit large room full of tables and chairs with one area clear of it all which I'm sure is the dancefloor, everyone is here, name any British YouTuber and I assure you that they're here. The room is packed, I can barely move but that's perfect considering my situation with Joe and Oli. The more I can avoid them the better. However, it's not particularly the best situation for Zoe. I can tell she's anxious from the number of situations we've been in before. I've gotten to know how she gets when anxious.

"Do you want to leave?" I ask with a comforting smile.

"No. I want to face this." She smiles but I can tell she's not completely confident in her statement. I contemplate just pulling her out for a moment, I wouldn't want her to go into a panic attack but I respect her decision; deciding to believe her and nod my head. I believe she is capable of beating this. If she just continues to believe her anxiety doesn't control her, she wins. I end up taking her to the dancefloor, hoping that will distract her.

"Dance with me!" I laugh, doing the silliest dance that comes to mind which makes her laugh and she joins in. We a get a few odd looks but I couldn't care less, if it's helping Zoe then that's my main focus. Soon our weird dancing comes to an end and we get a drink, I go for Y/D. And then I get another. And another. And soon I'm back to that weird dancing. A little drunker than I expected. Thankfully, I haven't bumped into Joe or Oli yet but just as I think I'm lucky Oli comes my way, a little stumble in his path.

"Hey, Y/N." He slurs, putting his arm around me quite viciously.

"Hi, Oli." I smile awkwardly, holding him up from falling over. Turns out someone here is actually drunker than me.

"The other night I just couldn't stop thinking about our kiss." He giggles, I breathe in sharply at the sound of that out loud. My face has gone bright red and I can imagine I'd look more guilty than a murderer that had been caught in the action of slicing up a dead body. Especially with Zoe stood next to me.

"You kissed Oli?!" She asks, her eyes widening but I can't deny or confirm it. It's too obvious to deny and my lips are too paralysed to say anything else.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, looking down.

"You and Joe only just broke up!" She shouts, louder than the music which actually catches everyone's attention. She almost shrivels up at the sight of practically everyone's curious eyes looking at us, mainly at her. Zoe is one of the calmest people I know. I've never seen her this angry, I never even thought it was possible. After a moment of awkward silence and stares, she leaves without a word, pushing everyone out of the way. I sigh, following her out into the carpark where she gets into her car and speeds off. I couldn't even apologise... I contemplate whether or not to just to leave or go back in but I do the right thing and go back in, hoping to explain to Joe.