A Siblings Advice

Zalfie: I'll be alright, promise

Zoe's POV:

Today is the day I have been dreading for 8ddays, 12hours and 45minutes.

I've officially been with Alfie for over a year now in the public eye but in reality, it has been closer to two and a half years since we finally broke that barrier and got together. It has definitely been a whirlwind relationship as far as it goes, limited privacy as we are both YouTuber's and as we cuddled on the sofa last night at mum's, Alf asked me a question that I never thought i'd hear anytime soon. I could tell he was nervous about something but I couldn't figure what, date night was going well, pizza eaten and Disney movie on as I cuddled into his side. Suddenly he paused the movie and spun me round so I was facing him before I even knew what was going on, taking both my hands in his and running his thumb over my knuckles, he took a deep breath before he began to talk. " My little one, I know this is unexpected but I really want you to consider this please? I have really been thinking about this recently and this distance between us is really difficult, like I don't mind the travel at all but I know that it gets to you that you aren't able to travel down to me just yet, and that is another thing we can work on. I'm really beginning to understand and i'd love to be closer to you so I can help more with the anxiety, you really are that important to me okay? So why don't we move in together? I have found a beautiful little house in Brighton, three bedrooms, two dining and a modern kitchen for all your baking needs. I know it is a lot for you to think about and its far away from your mum and Joe but honestly, please consider it. I love you Zo and I want us to be able to do this everyday? You get me?" he rambles, cheeks flushing deep red as the words fall from his lips, his grip tightening on my hands ever so slightly. Without any real consideration, I had given the answer which had shocked me, never mind him! Meeting his gaze, I uttered a single word.

"YES!"

Having discussed it with Mum, had a similar conversation with Dad, it is finally time to do what I am dreading and tell Joe that i'm not only moving out but moving away from Wiltshire and down to Brighton. Joe has already moved out and gone so I don't know why I feel so guilty, he moved in with Caspar at the start of this year but he does spend at least three days a week at home and for siblings, Joe and I have a very close relationship. We do constantly wind each other up and play stupid pranks on each other which leads to some of the best youtube content we can create if I'm honest but it's something I need to do. I mean, Brighton isn't that far from London, its as easy to get a train from London to Brighton as it is to get the train to Wiltshire so he can still visit. It's weird, I almost feel a sense of responsibility towards him, knowing how hard he took our parents split.

Here goes nothing.

Joe's POV:

I've been down with Mum for a few days since Caspar has headed back to South Africa and Zoe has been off with me since I came back. Racking my brains for anything stupid that I have done recently , have I annoyed her? Eaten her favourite food? Hidden her teddy? I cant think of anything at all but today, I am determined to find out what it is so we can get back to normal again and wind each other up. Stretching like something possessed, I grab my dressing gown and follow the smell of cooking down to mums kitchen, absolutely starving and ready to scoff whatever is being made. Bursting through the door, I'm greeted with a stack of freshly made pancakes, a variety of fruits, Nutella, honey and butter, as well as my sister, frantically looking for something to distract her. " Morning Zozebo! Is there a reason for the pancakes or can I help myself? Tea? Or Coffee?" I chirp, far to cheerfully in my own opinion. "Coffee please Broseph, and yes, I made them for you, eat away. I was thinking...we could have a chat over some breakfast? It's been weird for a few days and I want to clear something up with you. Do you want Nutella or lemon and sugar?" She blurts, setting the plate in front of me and bringing hers to sit infront of me as I prepare our coffee's and take my seat to address this "weirdness" between us.

She looks so nervous bless her. There is only one female on the planet that I can almost read and understand and that's Zoe. " Right Zo, spit it out okay? Just tell me what I've done, slap me one and lets get back to normal right?" I can't take the tension anymore, this needs fixed. She drops her fork and puts her hands in her hair. " I'm moving to Brighton. With Alfie. We have got the house sorted and everything, I'm moving down to his flat until we finalise the last few bits but I'm doing it. I'm leaving Wiltshire. I'm so sorry Joe, I know it'll be different but you can come and stay all the time, I will always have a room for you and trains are easy enough, I've looked. I don't know why I found it so hard to tell you this, Alf asked me 8days ago and I've bottled it every time I go to tell you. Mum and Dad know, so does Nana and Grandad. Go on then, say something. Please." she sighs, tugging her hair until I reach across and stop her, tugging the hands from her hair. "Zoe Ella Sugg i'm so happy for you! That's brilliant! I can't believe Alf finally asked you and you're moving to Brighton! That means you won't have to travel down and you love it there." I yell excitedly, bouncing in my seat. This is a huge thing for Zoe and a major step forward with her anxiety and I can't express how proud I am for her.  "What about you though Joe? Are...are you okay with it?" she mutters sheepishly.

Right. Here comes the brother talk.

"Zoe answer me this. Do you love him?"

"Yes! Of course I do!"

"Does he love you?"

"I mean I bloody hope so by now."

"Are you happy and comfortable in your relationship?"

"I actually am, Joe he makes me so happy and I just feel...safe with him. Like I could do anything."

With that answer, I can't help but grin like a softie, " I think that's all I had to hear. Zoe as long as you are happy, healthy and well looked after, that's all I need to know. I'll be alright, promise! Especially if you make the spare room my honorary room because I will be coming to visit, alright? I'm happy for you and Alf! Come here you weirdo! Give us a hug!" After a sibling hug, we break apart and are instantly back to normal, bickering and wise cracking between us like nothing happened. It's funny how something so small can have such an affect. But we will be alright, promise.