Joe Sugg Imagines

The Boy On The Bike. (Part 2)

Y/N P.O.V

"Would you be my girl friend?" he asked suddenly, his eyes settling on my own. My jaw slacked. My dream was coming true. But... it didn't sit right with me. I wouldn't let him waltz back into my life like nothing had happened. That night.... his words had hurt me in ways that I could not describe. I know that I was at fault too, but Joe sure as hell had blood on his hands. No one could hurt someone like that and then just show up and ask for something so...serious. Myself included. That was not okay.

Anger and sadness still sat deep within me like hot ashes. It was Joe's responsibility to cool them down. 

"Wait- hold on. You can't just walk back into my life like this. You-I-I have changed. I have hurt. I have struggled. All because of you. All because you got mad at me for being-"

"Oh God, Yn. Don't bring that up," he pleaded, his eyes squeezing shut. Wounds were still very much there on his throbbing heart. I could see them, feel them as if they were my own. They were there because of me... But- I was going to fix them. 

"Don't. This needs to be said. You get to listen. You had no right to act how you acted. The things you said-"

"Love," he remarked, the word hanging from his lips. But, ironically, it was not consoling. No. Not in any way shape or form. The word fell from his lips, chilling my blood. It was dark.

Hollow. 

Painful. 

"Oh, Joey," I replied. My voice had the same tone as his. Slowly, I felt something rise from the ashes of my broken heart. Anger was growing inside of me. "You knew how I cared for you. You knew how I loved you. You knew just exactly how much I needed you. And you used all of that against me. Who does that? Who takes someone that is so fucking vulnerable and smashes whatever love they had for themselves into the ground. You know who does that, yeah? Yeah, I'm sure you do. You did that, Joe. You took me in your hands, knowing how insanely fragile I was, and you broke me. I came to you because I thought I could be built back up! I thought you loved me, Joseph! I thought that you fucking loved me!" As I said these words, hot tears streamed down my face. But my voice stayed even, and that was all I needed. 

As I looked at Joe, his expression grew more and more intense. His eyebrows furrowed and it looked like he could seriously do some physical damage. But tears spilled over his thick eyelashes, and I knew that he knew what was wrong. 

For a few fleeting moments, the air was thick with uncomfortable silence. 

" Ha! I can't believe this," he started, "I-I tried so hard to make you happy, Yn. I tried so fucking hard. But you needed all of my attention! All you ever wanted was to be held. Or to be loved on or some shit. God! You have no idea how tiring you are. You drain the life out of everything! You are so....so hard to deal with! And I had to put up with you for fifteen years! Fifteen fucking years, goddamn it. Then, I finally find someone that makes me happy! I finally find someone that I can relax around. And then little Ms. Needy comes along and ruins it! You are so dramatic, Yn. Why the hell are you like that?"

I stood there completely and totally shocked. What the hell was he saying? Did he have any idea how much this was hurting me? Why was he here? Why did he have to come back?

"Get out," I spat, my voice breaking. It was taking all of my effort to not just drop to the floor and give up.

"What?"

"Get out, Joseph,"

"Baby, I-"

"Fuck you. Go back to your petty little life. Get out of my house and forget about me, alright? By the sounds of it, it won't be to hard," I finished. Quickly turning around, I turned off the stove. I squirmed around Joe, walking as confidently towards my room as I could. He can see himself out. I couldn't give a shit if he felt fucked up.