Joe Sugg Imagines

Memories

The television was on, the light from the screen was illuminating her features, I can still see the faint smile upon her soft lips.

She starts to mumble something softly in her sleep, she moves in a different position, she drapes one arm down over the edge of the sofa. It was a chilly cold winter evening so I draped a warm flurry blanket over her. I was tempted to wake her to tell her to come to bed, but she looked so peaceful sleeping that I immediately rejected the idea, even if it meant sleeping alone.

We had been watching TV most of the evening before she finally crashed. Anything from Prison Beak to Beauty and the best, even a cheesy chick flick, anything was good enough. I had my arm around her while she rested her head on my lap, I move closer towards her because of the warmth she was giving off, it was incredible.

I had been a "Netflix and chilling" kind of evening, where the silence was filled with laugher and her commentary on the film, I loved it when she paused as well as muted the tv, and she would make me try and do a silly impression of the character on the Tv.

At 1am when the only things on were, documentaries, late night shopping and old returns of old tv programs, it wasn't much entertainment but somehow we always made them hilarious, but that was only because of her, she sure knew how to make me laugh. It's memories like that, I'll never forget.

I sighed quietly and turned off the TV as I lent down I gave her a small kiss on her temple.

"Joe" I heard her mumble my name, I freeze hoping that I hadn't woken her.

I watch as her hand reaches up towards me. Her fingers brushed through my hair and slowly down my cheek softly, I wasn't sure if she was still awake or half asleep.

"Shh" I tell her stroking the side of her face tenderly sweeping the hair out of her face and smiled

"Go back to sleep Y/N"

I saw her smile as she sank back in to the sofa, brining the fluffy blanket up closer to her face, tucking it under her chin. I give her one last gentle kiss and breath in deeply to take in her scent, and hope that her scent remains ingrained in my brain forever.....

....And now as I turn off the tv, look at the sofa where she once fell asleep. It looks so empty and lonely with out her laying on it. I remember how she held me and whispered sweet things in to my ear, like the time she told me she loved me.

It's Friday night and there's a stupid chick flick on, one of her favourites but they mean nothing now just another pointless and lame movie. I always hated chick flick movies and with out Y/N there's no use in me forcing myself to watch them, there's nothing worth watching anymore.

It's 2am and I decide to got to bed, the bed is cold and empty. I move in to the middle in the hope of making the empty void that she left feel like it isn't there anymore, but it dose nothing except remind me of how big this bed is with just my small frame, how big it is with out Y/N. My hand starts to search between the cold sheets trying to find something maybe her but then I remember that she isn't here anymore.

I let out a long sigh and reluctantly curl up in to a tiny ball, I grab the pillow that was once hers, in hope of finding a trace of her, anything, but I can't.

All that's left is the memories of the moment, that I fell in love.

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Next imagine will be Tuesday and it's a 3 part imagine and one of my favourites.