Joe Sugg Imagines

Star gazing

Words: 1082

Warnings: nothing

f/n = friend's name

y/f/a/n = your favourite artists name

Y/n's P.O.V

Thump, thump thump.

The bass was pumping loudly, making the ground and walls vibrate as I tried to swerve my way past the bodies that were grinding on each other, the people smoking marijuana, the ones making out as if their life depended on it, the girls that stood around talking mess about anyone they could get their eyes on, and the drunk idiots that couldn't go one goddamn second without a drink in their hands.

High school parties sucked.

I was only here because f/n had begged me to go but the moment we two stepped in the house, she had left my side to go shamelessly flirt with any guy she landed her eye on. Except for the smokers, of course. She had said that potheads were the lowest of the low and only the most desperate people waste their time on them. Her words, not mine.

I swivelled past all the sweaty bodies and made my way to the staircase that led to the roof. I would much rather be there, looking at the stars, earbuds plugged in, listening to my favourite music than downstairs watching desperate and horny teenagers grind on each other.

I finally got to the roof and sat on the edge of the building, swinging my legs off of it. I made sure not to sit my butt too close to the edge, not wanting to fall. I plugged in my earbuds, which I had carried in my pocket, and blasted y/f/a/n.

After a small while, I wanted a better view of the sky, so I got away from the edge and put my back on the ground, with my knees up but my feet still flat, that it looked like I was doing sit-ups. I hummed along to the music playing in my earbuds as I tried to spot as many constellations as I could.

I was so disconnected from the world, that I didn't notice someone come lay down next to me until they tapped your shoulder and said something.

"Look at that one," said Joe, pointing out the Ursa Major.

"When did you get here?" I asked him, rolling onto my side so you weren't facing him at an awkward angle,

"Well, I got to the party about ten minutes ago, but it wasn't my scene so I decided to come up here. Looks like I'm not the only one who had that idea."

"Who did you come with?" I asked, curious to see if he came with a girl or some of his friends.

"I came with Jack," He said.

"Oh," I answered, trying to conceal the small smile that was appearing on my lips, but not succeeding.

"Are you not cold?" He asked, looking over my outfit, which was a plain black off the shoulder crop top, and a pair of ripped jeans and my hair was up in a ponytail, exposing more of my skin to the crisp air.

"Well, now that you mention it, I'm actually a little bit chilly," I admitted, not noticing the cool temperature when I was first out here since it wasn't trapped in your own mind.

I wrapped my arms around yourself, to try and keep some warmth in, and turned my face away from Joe, looking out onto the city.

"Here," Joe said, taking off his sweatshirt and handing it over to me before I could object.

"Won't you turn into a Popsicle?" I asked him, not wanting to make him freeze just so I could be warm.

"Nah, I'll be fine. You, on the other hand, can't afford to get sick." He said.

"And why not?" I asked.

"Because if you get sick, then you'll miss school, and since I like you so much I'm gonna be worried out of my mind. Not to mention that I'd miss your stupid face." He said, smirking.

I chuckled and nudged his arm playfully, with him nudging me back.

I handed him sweatshirt back to him, refusing to put it on, causing him to make a face at me.

"I'll be fine. I promise," I told him.

He put on the sweatshirt, looking at me as if you were a pink alien that had the hair of "Friends" era Jennifer Aniston.

"Okay, if you won't put the sweatshirt on at least come here." He said, holding his arms out for me to crawl into.

I happily obliged, scooting over so I was laying with him. I put your head on his chest, he slid his arm around my waist and intertwined our legs.

Both of us laid together for who knows how long, looking up at the stars, pointing constellations, and other funny things I noticed out to each other.

"So beautiful." Said Joe, looking down at me.

"Aren't they?" I said about the stars, not noticing that he was looking at me.

"I'm talking about you." He said.

I smiled and shyly buried my head into Joe's chest, not wanting to show him the blush on my face.

''Stop, I'm not'' I whined, knowing that even one compliment from him could make my face heat up faster than when my family mortified me in front of others.

"Yes. Yes you are. And whoever said you weren't was obviously blind."

"You're just saying that," I said, not wanting to bring yourself into a sense of false hope that my crush might actually like me.

"No. I'm not, y/n." Joe said, turning my head towards him, "you are the most beautiful person I've ever met. And I'm not talking about just the outside. You have the most amazing personality, you crack me up by saying stupid things on a daily basis, and yet I can still have an intelligent conversation with you. You're confident in yourself, you're independent, and if I had to list everything about you that I loved, we'd be here forever."

I smiled at him, wondering how I was ever so lucky to be stuck on a rooftop with him. "Why do you think so highly of me?" You asked.

"Because, if I haven't made it obvious yet, I like you. A lot." He said, looking at me to see what my reaction would be.

"Me too," I said. "I mean, I like you too, not that I like me too. I mean, of course, I like me but-"

"Y/n."

"Yeah."

"I really wanna kiss you right now."

"What's stopping you?"