Since You Left | Joe Sugg x Reader

Chapter Thirteen

 Chapter Thirteen

"What is she doing here?" The words echoe around the room but I ignore it, it must be the TV. I continue to rest my eyes, cuddling up to the pillow that my head lays on. It's a comfortable pillow, perhaps memory foam. I remember Liam used to have memory foam pillows and when I'd sleep over his house I would always get the best night sleep.

"I don't know." I then hear, this is a dramatic show. Although, I can't remember what I was watching before I dozed off. I don't actually remember dozing off but that's the best assumption I have.

"You know, so quit the bullshit." Is the next line which ends with a long sigh but the voice sounds familiar. Almost as if I know them personally. I groan as the shouting gets louder which ends up annoying me, so I open my eyes to grab out for a remote control to turn it off but there is no TV. Well, there is but it's off. However, there are two people shouting at each other. Both very recognisable and realistic. This is no TV show. I widen my eyes at the sight as all my memories begin to come back to me, the last one being me passing out on Liam's doorstep.

"She's awake." Liam then says, turning to me, Joe also doing the same. I don't understand. Why am I on Liam's bed? All the thoughts of what he could have done to me begin to build up in the back of my mind and I get panicky all over again but Joe rushes over to my side, giving me the tightest hug he's ever given which reasures all safety and comfort.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, his only tones being worry and concern.

"Yes, what happened? Why am I on his bed?" I respond, a little worried myself. I hate the thought of his hands even touching me, he was the one that probably brought me in. Just the thought of him carrying me brings an uncomfortable shudder to my body.

"You had a panic attack and passed out, Liam brought you in."

"And then I called Joe." He then adds, showing me my phone and passing it back.

"I had a panic attack?" I ask, needing the clarification. I've never had one in my entire life, nor did I think it would ever happen. I mean, I was anxious about visiting Liam but I thought that was just anxiety. Not a panic attack.

"Yes, but Liam did the right thing, he called me," Joe says, glaring up at Liam, almost as if he hates to admit it.

"Are you okay?" Liam asks, coming over to us but I back away. I do not need to be near him. "Jeez." He sighs, rolling his eyes and backing up but that's enough to boil up a lot of anger inside of me. He thinks he has the right to 'jeez' me as if my actions were over the top?

"What was that for?" I question, looking at him dead in the eye which is something I didn't think I'd do but I guess you could blame the bubbling frustration that rises from inside of me.

"You always flinch every time I come close to you."

"Can you blame me? You kidnapped me, you said that I had to say goodbye to Joe which makes me assume you were going to kill him, you attacked me to the point I ended up in the hospital, do you want me to continue Liam?" He widens his eyes at my sudden outburst and backs up himself as I find I ended up walking very close to him with one finger pointed into the air. I breathe out after the pile-up of words and back up again.

"Y/N, do you want to go?" Joe steps in, taking my shaky hand into his which instantly soothes the shaking and I feel calm again.

"No. I want my answer, the answer I came for."

"You're not going to get one, okay?" Liam sighs.

"Why not?"

"Because I barely remember any of that, I basically blacked out. But my actions would probably be down to jealousy at how I couldn't have you. I love you Y/N."

"How is that love?!" I shout, annoyed at his response, I feel like that isn't enough.

"You don't understand."

"Fuck you, Liam." I sigh, the annoyance and tiredness getting to me, I've had enough. But if I can't get my answer, I can at least get a portion of revenge. Balling my fist, I glare up at the aim and swing as hard as I can. Liam then going down at the forceful punch, his hands flying up to his face while he winces in pain. My hand definitely hurts, more than you can possibly imagine but it was worth it.

"Let's go," Joe says, pulling me away before I get too carried away. He then opens the door for me to get into the passenger seat of my car before he gets into the other side himself. "Where do you want to go? Mine or yours?"

"Let's just drive." 

Am I the only one who's been waiting for that moment since the moment Liam turned into an asshole?