💋One night in Paris💋

Memories

Joe's POV
It was now mid March and springtime in London wasn't what you would expect at all from London, it was snowing! The last time we had snow in England was a good five or six years back, and that was one snow storm I'm telling you that now.

It was currently six pm and I was walking to Sainsbury's to get some supplies for the apartment, a light dusting of snow beginning to cover the ground, turning the paving stones and roads from a dull grey to an illuminous white. Normally I would just say it was hail, as the two can get mixed up a lot; but judging the sky which was block white, and the flakes that would often float onto the top of my head, creating a few specs on my dirty blonde hair, it was safe to say it was snow.

The last time it snowed me and the boys were in Australia or another country in that same area, so I hadn't experienced the snow in England since I was a little boy, I was twelve at the time. I remember Zoe coming into my room screaming and shouting, pouncing onto the end of my bed. I remember us having a snowball fight and us both getting into trouble because we accidentally hit an old lady in the process, she said it was fine and we just laughed it off.

I walked along the fairly quiet streets, browsing through my phone, I often found myself engrossed in my phone but being a social media star it's kind of a given. A lot of people, both my generation and the generation below, are often addicted to technology, but I believe that there are pros and cons to every situation. If I ever have kids, I feel like I would be the kind of parent to say they could use their phones but they would have to build a treehouse first, or something that was a bonding experience and made them more interested in the world around them.

I put my phone away, deciding to take in the view around me, it was quiet and there were no more than twenty people around. You'd think that was busy but compared to the normality of hundreds of people crowded around one corner, twenty souls seemed completely desolate. There were a few children, a few parents and one or two old people passing by; but what caught me the most was the young couple strolling along hand in hand. How in love they were, it reminded of me and Dianne back in Paris, and how even after knowing her a mere few hours, I already knew that I was madly in love with her, only to be ripped away a day later.

I decided to take a little detour to a gift shop on the corner, it was small with delicate furnishings. It had light pink wallpaper and had a lot of little trinkets and objects like candles and lip balms, photo frames and accessories. It was very Zoella, which was fitting as I was coming here to buy her a gift for her birthday.

"Hello, can I help you at all?" the kind lady behind the counter asked, she was middle aged but more tailored towards grandma age then mum age if you get the drift.

"Oh no thank you, just getting a birthday present for my sister." I replied, looking at the range of candles on display. That was one thing I could count on to get Zoe, a good candle. I also know she loves Halloween and Christmas, so maybe a festive warm scent might do the trick.

"Just the candle please." I said, she nodded and began to scan it, meanwhile a small girl, maybe eight or nine, along with her mum came into the shop.

"Mummy, mummy, it's Thatcherjoe!" the small child said, I could help but grin. That right there was my favourite thing about working in this industry, the ability to have a positive impact on people's lives, especially younger children as they could be the next prime minister or world wide popstar, you never know and that uncertainty often thrills me.

After having a brief conversation with the mum and taking a picture with the little girl, they eventually left and I resumed paying for the candle, the woman behind the register looked confused.

"I take it you're well known around here." she said, I gave a nervous chuckle and nodded, I guess I was pretty well known.

"Yeah, I do YouTube and stuff, making videos and that sort of thing." I explained. I handed her the money.

"Oh cool, my niece watches a lot of er, what's her name, the one with pointless blog or someone." she said, clicking her fingers and trying to think, gosh small world huh.

"Zoella?" I ask, she claps her hands, smiling with relief.

"How do you know?" she asked with shock, I just laughed, I couldn't help it.

"She's my sister, small world."

"Oh my god Yeah, she'll be chuffed my niece will, oh she'll be over the moon." she gushed, it was clear how much her niece meant to her, it was really nice to see.

"Oh that's nice, that's one good thing about the industry, making people smile and stuff."

We both smiled, for it was very true indeed.