It's All About You ⌘ Joe Sugg ✓

Chapter 47

AN: hello! I'm back from my little holiday and updates should be coming pretty regularly again. Enjoy!

Eila's POV

"Are you ok love?" Almost the exact second I walk back into the apartment Joe is by my side, his hand rubbing smooth circles on my back.

I take a shaky breath and force my head to nod - even if on the inside a hurricane of fustration and sadness is forming, I need to keep a calm face for him. He has been through enough for me in the last few days.

"I'm ok... It's just that so much shit is happening right now. I'm gonna miss her so much." I say, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible.

Joe says nothing but keeps up the constant friction of his hand rubbing my back, the motion giving me some strength to stand upright.

"You can skype her all the time, and maybe one day you can go home and visit her again." Joe says, trying his best to comfort me. His words are soothing and a tiny bit of the crushing pain within me is relieved.

I nod, wandering if perhaps I will return home soon. I hadn't planned on going home until next year, possibly for my mothers
birthday. The thought of flying all the way back to New Zealand now makes me feel exhausted, and I don't envy Sophie.

"Let's just watch a movie. God knows we need the rest." Joe says, finally taking his hand away from me. He wanders over to the tv and switches on the netflix, before beginning to browse through the movies. He passes by The Notebook and I make a little squeal noise which could only be describe as fangirly.

He turns to look at me, eyebrows raised. "Seriously?"

I nod, desperate for a little dose of happy ending right now. Even though I'd already seen it many times, it was one of my favourite films of all time. Plus, Ryan Gosling...

Joe looks like he wants to protest but after studying my puppy dog eyes for a while he finally caves and plays the film. He runs back to join me on the couch and I snuggle into his arm, letting the warmth of his body numb the ache of sadness.

Joe's POV

Her head is resting against my chest, her body cocooned in mine just like it should be. I haven't held her like this for a few days but it feels like it's been an eternity - I allow my self a small sigh of tainted happiness at our current situation. I say tainted because there is no way I could be truly happy right now - for one, the aftermath of what happened to Eila is still coming in bursts that hit me unexpectedly. One minute I would be totally calm, the next I would be gripping the nearest thing with all my strength, anger rippling through me. Secondly, Eila's best friend is leaving the country, with little to no warning and no intention of coming home. That is bound to hit her hard right now - especially after going through such a traumatic experience.

The thought of her being abandoned and alone sends a wave of fury through me - I press her even closer to my chest, but she doesn't seem to complain.

Her eyes are focused completely on the tv, her gaze following every movement made by Ally and Noah. I have seen this movie, and I would never admit to her that I really loved it. It was so heartbreakingly beautiful that even now it makes me sad to watch the end.

I keep my eyes on her face instead of the screen, studying every detail. Her cherry, soft lips parted slightly as she concentrates on the movie. Her thick lashes fluttering against her slightly freckled cheeks. Her irises already becoming misty in anticipation for the sad scenes to come. I hear Noah say to Ally that he loves her, and I stop myself from saying the same thing to Eila.

Time passes quickly and pretty soon we have come to the infamous rain scene - Eila sits up a little more, every ounce of herself invested in Ally and Noah. It's like she is watching a scene between two real people, not actors reading off a script. Although I knew it was coming, it still sends a jolt through me when I see tears trailing down her cheeks. In contrast to that a happy smile is painted on her lips, and I understand - this movie has the power to toy with your emotions.