alpha red- a joe sugg wolfblood

joe?-1

part 1

y/n; your name
y/n/n; your nickname
warnings; none

i walked into the lounge of joes penthouse and flopped onto the sofa, i was sprawled out, legs and arms dangling everywhere as Byron came back inside from having a cigarette.
"spoken to joe recently y/n?" said byron, reaching up to turn the projector on in their front room.

"nah, he's being a bit weird with me" i said, glancing up towards the clock, 9:43.
me and Byron finished setting up the cameras in the perfect position for when joe arrived, i was meant to be going to Coachella but the flight i was going to take was cancelled as i decided it would just be a bit weird without joe.

"you ready?!" an excited Byron said as he placed the bowl of remaining s'mores back into the fridge.
i went and hid in Joes GIANT wardrobe, luckily after around five minutes, i heard the cackling of joe, a drunk joe.

"oh shittttttt-" i stumble joe bashed into the bedroom by the hears of it
"we gunna have some funfunfufnjfnfjfnfjn!!!!"
said joe, who was he talking to!?

"yep, defo, haha." the sound of a women's giggle was heard through the room.
my phone flashed on my pocket, it was Byron.

"y/n DO NOT LOOK OUTSIDE THE WARDROBE I AM SO SO SORRY IM COMING UPSTAIRS RIGHT NOW, I DIDN'T SEE THEM COME IN"

wha-what?! was joe cheating on me? my breaths became shorter and a rested my back against the backboard of a wardrobe cabinet and slid down until my knees were up to my chin.
i couldn't do this. how awkward would it be, i covered my ears with my hands and placed my forehead onto my right knee.

"HEY HEY HEY, it's alright, y/n can you hear me?y/n?" i opened my eyes to Byron, bent down with his hand rested upon my shoulder. i must've passed out or fainted.

"uh yeah- where is he?" i said looking at Byron in the eyes,
"he's downstairs"
"wi-with her?"i questioned, wiping my eyes.
"oh no i don't think so, you wanna come downstairs or do you just wanna leave?"said Byron who steadily took a hold on my hand and rubbed his thumb around the top of my fist.
"i'll go see him quickly, then i'll go"
'i'll walk you home!" said Byron, standing up and reaching out a hand to help me out of the cupboard.

i got downstairs and saw joe with his head in his hands, slumped down on the sofa.
i was about to walk into the living room/kitchen area when i just stopped. i stares at him hard and huffed quietly, i hid around the corner and grabbed my bag and quickly slipped my shoes on.

"ready?"Byron said walking down the stairs, this had distracted joe from his misery and called out for Byron,
"where you going? did you talk to her? is she still here?"
' she's gone joe, what would you say now bruh, if you had the chance to see her right now?!" said Byron, slipping on a pair of trainers.

"y/n, baby, i'm so sorry. once again alcohol got the better of me and , oh i don't know, i can't keep blaming all this shit on the drink. i'm just so so sorry, i'm not really sure what will happens now with you but if you don't forgive me, can we still be friends?'
i walked in, my bag slipping from my shoulder, 'maybe, it just depends on what your next move is'
i said, turning around and headed towards the door.
i was stopped by someone grabbing my wrist, i turned around and byron was said there, 'please don't go, i need you here, you cant run away from this'
he released my arm gently and sat down back onto the sofa.