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Joe Sugg (YouTube - ThatcherJoe)

Warnings: Bad relationship with parents, self-harm, emotional upset

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(Y/n) = your name
(Y/n/n) = your nick name

A/N. I wrote this one night and thought I'd upload it. Please, if any of you are self-harming, have troubles at home or at school, please don't hesitate to inbox me. I am here for you. :)

You'd just finished another shouting match with your parents, and were now sat composing yourself on a bus. Soon it came to your stop and you stepped down, muttering your thanks to the driver. Pulling your hoodie closer around you, you walked for about a minute down the road until you came to the Sugg residence. You tentatively knocked on the door, which was opened by a cheerful Zoe.
"'Ello, (y/n)!" she grinned. "Nice to see you again. Here to see Joe?"
You nodded, and she stepped back. "He's up in his room."
"Tanks." You murmured, swiftly padding up the staircase and acrosse the landing to your boyfriend's room.

Knocking quietly, you peeped around the door to see Joe lying on his bed on his stomach playing Fifa.
"Joe?" your timid voice caught his attention almost immediately.
"(Y/n/n)?" He quite the game and sat up, pating the duvet beside him. "What's wrong?"
Seating yourself beside him, you sighed. "I had to get away from them," 'them' being your parents.
"C'mere." He smiled and pulled you into his embrace.

As he released you, he noticed the hoodie. "Why this?" He asked, plucking at it. "It's boiling in here." He gestured to his t-shirt and shorts.
You shrugged. "I'm cold-blooded, I guess." Lie.
Joe raised a sceptical eyebrow. "Show me your arms." he requested.
You shook your head.
"(y/n/n)... You promised me we wouldn't have to go through this again..." he sighed. "Please?"

Reluctantly, you extended your arms, and he pushed up the sleeves to reveal many old scars and, very recent, cuts.
"(Y/n/n)..." he sighed agains as you rolled your sleeves down again. Taking your hands in his, he kissed them.
"What did I say?"
"You said to call you."
"Why didn't you?"
"My parents confiscated my phone. I'm sorry."
He pulled you into another tight embrace. "Come to me first. Okay?"
You nodded.

Suddenly, he grinned. "Come on, I want to whip your butt at Fifa!"
You scoffed. "No chance, Sugg."

That was what you loved about Joe. He could always cheer you up, no matter what.

A/N. Sorry about this one. Again, if you're having any problems, please let me know and I can try to help. :)