BYRON LANGLEY IMAGINE

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Requested: nope

A/N: kiddos, i cant. 

Words: 1198

Warnings: veto 

I woke up finding Y/N fast asleep next to me, I quietly got out of bed and grabbed the towel draped over the door before walking into the bathroom and getting in the shower

“Morning.” She called from the bed while she rolled over stretching.
“Morning gorgeous,” I grinned throwing the towel over the door again, “how did you sleep?” I asked as I walked over to the cupboard with a smug smile plastered on my face.

“Good, I had a dream that I could eat a lot of ice cream without being sick but then this golden retriever took one of my ice cream cones and was like ‘have a good one bro,’ but he sounded South African and he said bro like brew so I think it was my subconscious telling me it was you.” She jabbered on as I pulled on a pair of boxers.

“I’ll buy you an ice cream to make up for golden retriever me.” I chuckled and walked over to the bed before pressing a kiss on her head. “Do you want some coffee?” I asked while taking the cup from her side table, she replied with a nod.

I stood at the kettle waiting for the water to boil when she walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my torso and pressed kisses all over my shoulder blades to my spine. “Hey you.” I chuckled and poured the water into the mugs, stirring the coffee. “Thanks.” She smiled sleepily and took the mug of coffee from my hand before walking over to the couch and wrapping herself up in a blanket and reaching for the remote.

“Do you wanna watch anything? If not I’m putting the bachelor on.” She giggled and took a sip of coffee.

“Whatever, you just want to perv over all the guys.” I smirked and sat down next to her planting my legs over hers.

“No!” She whined and held on to my arm, “You’re the only one I want to perv over!”
“Oh really?” I smirked and cuddled into her side.

“Yeah, I do it almost every morning.” She teased, placing sloppy kisses on my neck and tracing a hand over my chest.

“Can’t even be naked in my own room.” I grinned as she carried on.
“Oh you absolutely can.” She mumbled between kisses, I pulled her onto my lap and peppered her face with kisses as she giggled uncontrollably.

“Well good morning to you too.” Joe said suddenly from the door causing her to jump off my lap in shock then start giggling again. “You guys are too cute.” he chuckled and walked over to the kitchen but I mean, no sex around me. Please.“

“Oh my word.” She giggled and leaned over pressing a kiss on my cheek before playing the bachelor.

“Y/N! What is this?” Joe joked as he sat down beside us with a bowl of cereal.

“Still up for ice-cream?” I leaned over and whispered in her ear. She nodded eagerly, “Come on let’s get dressed then.” I said patting her thigh and standing before taking her hand and pulling her up.

Y/N

I took Byron’s hand pulling myself up before he wrapped an arm around my waist as we walked to his room. I flopped onto the bed stretching my arms. “What are you wearing?” I sighed, too lazy to get up. 

“Probably jeans and a shirt, why?” He said while digging through the clothes in his cupboard.

“All I have here is the dress I wore on Friday night.” I sighed and rolled over in irritation, “I’ve been wearing your clothes all weekend.” I chuckled as he pulled on a shirt.“

"Oh,” he said pondering for a minute, “you could wear you dress from Friday again.” He said with a cheeky smirk.
“No!” I laughed, “Absolutely not!” I exclaimed.
“Why?” He chuckled, “It looks nice.”
“Because it’s not a ‘let’s get an ice-cream on Sunday morning dress’ it’s a 'I want to get laid now dress’ so no thanks.” I giggled. He sighed and held up two pairs of jeans, I pulled myself out of bed and took the lighter pair. I slipped them on only to have them fall straight back down “fabulous babe, just fabulous.” I teased and sent him a cheeky smirk. “Do you have a belt for me?” He nodded and got up, taking one from the draw. I pulled the jeans back up and looped the belt through them, “We make such a great team!” I grinned.
He laughed then looked over at me again, “I’m glad, can you put a shirt on so we can go?”
“What if I don’t want to?” I smirked and turned to him only to have a shirt hit me in the face.
“Oh my god,” he yelled playfully making me break down in a fit of giggles, “Can you just get dressed! I want to get ice cream!” He kept yelling between laughs.
“Okay! Okay!” I gasped as my stomach ached from laughter. I walked over to Byron’s cupboard and took one of the many sugglife hoodies and pulled it over my head, “Have you even called an uber?”

“You have legs woman, use them.” He sassed making me gasp and slap his arm lightly as he walked past. “I’m kidding! But we’re walking.”
“You mean you’re walking?” I teased.
“Oh so I’m being stood up now?” He cocked an eyebrow at me.
“No you’re just going to carry me there.” I giggled and stepped out the door

“What flavor do you want love?” He asked and brushed a hand up and down my arm.
“Bubblegum please.” I smiled up at him making him press a quick kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Can you get us a table then?” He smiled and let go of my side.

I walked to a small table in the corner of the vibrant ice cream parlor, the pastel pink and blue chairs were littered around the tables with faint music playing in the background. Byron was stood in front of the counter chatting away to the old lady while she scooped up the ice cream, I watched as he placed the money on the counter before stuffing his wallet back into his pocket and taking the two cones from the lady. He winked at me as he walked over making me chuckle and shake my head, I pulled a chair out for him as he got to the table.

“Thanks bru.” He said and plopped down in his seat before handing me my ice cream.
“Hey, it’s only a pleasure my dude.” I rolled my eyes, “what did you get?”
“Vanilla.” He simply stated before taking a big kick out the side.
“That’s so… vanilla.” I smirked, he groaned and rolled his eyes.
“We need to make this a tradition.” He sighed contently after a minute.
“Yeah, ice cream every Sunday morning.” I agreed.
“You mean ice cream sundays."He winked and nudged my arm.
"Our puns are too good today babe.” I chuckled, “I love us for being so puny.”
“I love you.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my cheek making blush deeply.

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Requested: anon said:

Movie night part 2 please! and can I request a sick byron imagine because in the last poop scoop joe mentioned he wasn’t feeling well :( thank you

A/N: dude you cant copy and paste basically the same requests to multiple accounts, make everyone involved feel realllly awkward. but any way, hope you enjoy. 

Words: 1008

Warnings:  why, good heavens, no

I walked into Joe’s apartment and peered around the corner but no one was in the living room. I furrowed my brows in confusion and dropped my bag to the floor before walking off to Byron’s room, I opened the door quietly in case he was asleep. The curtains were still drawn closed making it harder to see wether he was asleep or not. I padded over to his bed and pulled the covers away from his face, my hand grazed his cheek causing him to stir awake. “Shh, go back to sleep love.” I hushed him and brushed a hand through his messy bed hair. “Geez babe, you’re boiling,” I said when my hand felt his forehead, “are you hot?”

“No, I’m freezing.” He groaned and pulled the covers back up to his chin.

“I think you have a fever.” I concluded as I pressed my hand to his forehead multiple times. “Have you taken something?”

“I haven’t gotten out of bed.” He said in a hoarse voice as he rolled over onto his side.

“Do you know if Joe has anything in the house for you to take?” I sighed and tugged the covers over his shoulders.

“Probably not.” He mumbled into the pillow.

I frowned and kept checking his temperature, “I’ll go get you something.” He kept his face buried in the pillows and said nothing. I left the room and closed the door behind me before I picked my bag up from the floor and headed out to get him medicine.

“Hey gorgeous, I got you medicine.” I cooed once I had got a glass of water from the kitchen for him, “I got something for your fever and something for the cold.”

“Thank you.” He mumbled sill in the same position as when I left. I walked over to him and held out a hand to pull him up, he sat up and took the glass from my hand while I placed the tablets in his other hand. He took them slowly one by one before leaning back and resting himself on the wall. I smiled softly and lay him back down on the bed before pulling my shoes off and climbing in next to him. I pulled him closer to me causing him to wrap his arms around me and put his head on my chest. I twirled my fingers through his hair as I smiled down at him, he was already falling asleep, you could tell because his frown started to fade and his breathing became deeper. He was such a child when he was sick, very whiny and cuddly, which wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

After half and hour or so Byron’s fever had not gone down at all. I shook his shoulder making him shift and groan sleepily, “Gorgeous your fever hasn’t gone down at all.” I sighed and traced a hand over his shoulder blades. “Do you think we could run you a cool bath?” I cooed as he stretched against me.

“I’ll only get out of bed if you do.” He whispered angrily, his voice going every few syllables from his sore throat.

“Well who do you think is going to run your bath.” I giggled, “come on.” I tapped his shoulder making him roll over and let me get up to run the bath.

“Is it ready?” He asked softly as he came up behind me and leaned against my back, I nodded slightly and stood up straighter. I slipped out of my clothes and stepped in the tub waiting for him to finish getting undressed. He held onto my shoulder for support as he got in, I leaned against the back of the tub as he lay between my legs with his head on my chest. I poured some water over his back and chest to try cool him down.

“No, stop, that’s fucking freezing.” He whined and snuggled closer into me.

“I know.” I said simply and carried on wiping the water over his chest. He sighed once he got used to the water, the medicine made him sleepier even though the bath wasn’t as comfortable as the bed especially since his one leg hung over the side and the other was bent against me so we could both fit in together.“

When I felt that his temperature had gone down I got up from behind him and leaned him against the tub while I quickly dried off and threw on a shirt. He got up and held onto my arm for balance, I smiled smugly at him and helped him pull on a pair of boxers and a shirt.

We went to bed after I had got us some food and he had chosen a movie, which was an agonizingly slow process because he was hardly functioning, let alone awake, I don’t even know why he decided to watch a movie because he’d be asleep in five minutes anyway. I watched from the bed as he walked around the room, fluffing his pillows, closing tiny gaps in the blinds and being really otherwise in general but I let him mess around before climbing into bed next to me because at least I was not required to do all of it. I chuckled when he finally got into bed, he ignored me and cuddled closer into my side before playing the movie and trying his best to concentrate on it and not fall asleep.

The evening ended too soon, Byron barely got through a quarter of the movie before he had fallen sound asleep on my shoulder. I put the sound down while I got comfortable, I shook my head in amusement as I lay him on his side of the bed, his hair was messily pushed to one side of his face and his cheek was damp from drooling onto my shoulder. I sighed contently once I got under the covers, I turned the lamp off and leaned over pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Good night gorgeous, I love you so much.”

BYRON LANGLEY IMAGINE

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Requested: nope but they sure are open ;)

A/N: might do a part 2 but let me know if you want it xx

Words: 1702

Warnings: 0

Y/N: hey boys, I’m making lasagne for dinner and watching movies all night, if any of you want to join me let me know.

 That was probably the dumbest text I ever sent to the buttercream group chat because none of the boys Would turn down food or a good movie night. That was also the best text I ever sent because from that night forward my whole life had changed.

Randyyy: Um… YES?!!

Caspy: can we watch something other than nemo this time please? 

The cheed: leave nemo out of this caspar… and Y/N, you better have a lot of popcorn this time, I was I was very disappointed in your popcorn ratio last time 

Y/N: fame has turned you into such a diva  

 Joseph: I’ll come only if I can bring a plus one  

 Y/N: Who’s your plus one?!! You know what I don’t care, just no sex on the couch 

 Joseph: thanks a lot Randy  

 Randyyy: hey, at least I got some  

Ginger ninja: if mikey’s coming I’ll bring the alcohol, can’t handle him sober  

 Mikey: nice one mate, but Im seeing a girl tonight  

Ginger ninja: have fun bud  

Y/N: so me, casp, josh, con, jack, joe and his um, friend? 

Randyyy: Yep 

Y/N: okayo see you later losers!! Love youuu! ❤️❤️❤️

I threw my phone onto my bed before getting up and pulling on a pair of sweats so I could go downstairs to get a few things for dinner. I headed out once I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail and stuffed my phone into my pocket, I needed some soda, cheese and popcorn for tonight but while I was at the store I got some hot chocolate and toothpaste because I was out. I dumped the shopping bag on my kitchen counter and started putting things in the fridge cupboard when I got home.

After watching some TV I decided I should get dinner started so it would be ready when the boys came around. I put on some music and gathered all the ingredients on the counter so I could start making the lasagne, I danced around the kitchen as I stirred and added to the pan that was busy heating on the stove. The boys loved when I invited them over because they loved my food, there was even a point when Connor was paying me to make him dinner. I layered the pasta, cheese, and meat in a dish once the meat was cooked through, I placed it in the oven then went into the living room making sure it was tidy. I took all the empty dishes to the kitchen, folded the blankets and put them in the basket at the end of the couch and I threw out all the sweet wrappers laying on the coffee table. When I was satisfied with my work I went to my room and changed out of my sweats into a t-shirt dress and brushed out my hair leaving it loose. As I was about to relax and put another episode of the show I was watching on I heard a knock on my door, “Coming!” I called and jogged over to the door.

“Hey princess, how are you?” Conor asked when I opened the door. He smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he walked in, “Holy crap, that smells so good, when will it be read?” He said before I could answer him, I giggled and walked to the oven to check on the food.
“It could go for a few more minutes.” He groaned in annoyance and chuckled when he saw me raising an eyebrow at him.
“I just want to eat!” He exclaimed defensively making me shake my head as I closed the oven again.
“The rest of the boys will be over soon.” I chuckled. “Why’re you here so early anyways.” I asked checking the time seeing that he was half an hour early.
“I had a meeting and I was passing here on my way home so I came here rather than going home and coming back but I di-”

“HEY Y/N!” Caspar yelled as he, Josh and Jack walked in causing Conor and I to jump, “Y/N you shouldn’t leave your door unlocked.” Caspar commented as they all three walked into the kitchen.
“Yeah, I should lock you out.” I rolled my eyes and gave him a hug.
“Even me?” Jack asked and pretended to be hurt before he pulled Caspar off of me and engulfed me in a big bear hug.
“Aw no, how could I ever lock you out.” I cooed and gave him a squeeze before letting go and making my way to Josh who was already checking if the food was ready. “Josh you complained about Mikey but you’re already eyeing out the food.” I giggled and ducked under his arm giving him a hug.
“I can’t help that it tastes good!” he chuckled and hugged me back, “How are you?” he smiled but there was a knock at the door before I could answer him.
“I’ll be back now.” I said as he pulled his arm away allowing me to answer the door.

I opened the door expecting Joe but no one was there, just as I went to close it again he jumped out from behind the wall giving me a fright, “Joseph! I hate you!” I yelled between laughs making him laugh too.
“I’m sorry,” he said once his laughs subsided, “You look cute, what’s the occasion?” he smirked at me.
“The weather?” I chuckled making him roll his eyes. “What! It’s warm today!” I said trying to supress my laughs. Just as I was about to pull Joe in and shut the door a tall brown-haired guy appeared next to him.
“Oh Y/N/N, this is Byron.” Joe said but suddenly found something inside much more interesting as he pulled out his vlogging camera.

“Hey, I’m Byron, I’m staying with Joe, nice to mee-” at this point my brain had completely shut down and all I could think was ‘holy cow I love my friends for bringing even prettier friends over. Oh. My. Word. look at his smile, holy cow he’s adorable, and his eyes, wow. I think I’m pregnant.’
“Y/N?” he said with a frown.
“Sorry I was um… trying to remember what time I had to take dinner out.” I mumbled as a deep blush rose onto my cheeks. I motioned for him to come in then closed the door behind him, the boys had sorted their own drinks but I felt compelled to impress Byron so I ordered Josh to pour him one while I checked on the dinner one last time. Once Josh had poured Byron his drink I took the glass and offered it to him basically stealing all Josh’s credit, he stood in the kitchen watching me in amazement. I returned back to Josh’s side once the boy’s had settled in the living room, “I’m sorry okay, I just had to imprint myself in his subconscious.” I winked as he frowned down at me.
“You like him don’t you?” Josh sighed and watched as I pulled plates out the cupboard.
“What, psht, nooo.” I frowned and turned around switching the heat of the oven.
“Oh my god, you do!” he laughed before he helped me pull the lasagne out the oven.
“Thanks.” I grumbled and closed the oven door when he place the dish down on the counter.
“Aw princess, it’s such a pleasure.” He laughed and squeezed my side making me roll my eyes.
“Boys! Food!” I called making them all jump from their seats and rush to the kitchen, “Calm down it’s not going anywhere.” I chuckled and sat down on one of the chairs by the counter watching as they all excitedly lined up for food.

The boys had eaten and now Caspar and Jack were packing the dishwasher while Joe handled the popcorn. I got the movie ready and went to sit next to Joe once everyone had found their spots but Josh came from behind me and shoved me making me land on Byron’s lap, “Y/N sit with Byron, I said  I was sitting with Joe.” He said with a wink. I blushed slightly, “Sorry.” I said to Byron.
“No problem, here,” he chuckled and lifted the blanket for me, “Comfortable?” He asked, I replied with a nod. Joe played the movie and I had settled down, until my phone buzzed making both Byron and I jump, I picked it up and saw that Josh had texted me.

 Ginger ninja: At least cuddle him?? Idk but you’re being awkward

Y/N: What if he thinks I’m weird for randomly cuddling him????

Ginger Ninja: He keeps looking at you, he’s waiting to make a move. Also you’re adorable so if it doesn’t work out I’ll just be like no dude she’s just that kind of person but I highly doubt he’s going to think you’re weird. 

Y/N: okayo

 I put my phone on silent before leaning forward and sliding it onto the table and winking at Josh. I fell back into my spot and leaned into Byron’s side pretending that I had less space on my side of the couch, he lifted his arm and wrapped it around my side pulling me even closer into him. I shook off my nerves and snuggled into his side and lay my head on his chest.

 At some point I must have fallen asleep during the movie because I woke up to Byron carrying me to my room, I grumbled and buried my face further into him. “Sleep well?” He chuckled and passed the kitchen to my room, I nodded slightly and twirled the hair at the back of his neck around my fingers sleepily. He turned around opening my bedroom door with his back before making his way to my bed, he lay me down and pulled the covers over me before bending over me and pressing a kiss to my temple, “Good night sweetheart, see you tomorrow.” He said as he walked out the room and closed the door softly.

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Requests: are open

Words: 716

Warnings: N/A

“Hi boys!” I called as I entered Joe’s apartment with a pile of food in my arms. “I brought lunch.” I said as I walked through to the kitchen.

“Hey gorgeous,” Byron mumbled as he walked up behind me and nuzzled his face into my neck and wrapped his arms around me. “How was your day?”

“Good, yours?” I said turning to face him but he kept his face nuzzled against me. “Hey, I want kisses!” I chuckled trying to get him to lift his head.

“Mm tired.” He mumbled against me and hugged me tighter.

“Okay well I haven’t eaten all day, so can I have some lunch while you use me as a vertical sleeping stand?” I chuckled and ruffled his hair making him frown.

“It’s three in the afternoon?” He said letting me go, I turned back to the counter where I had placed the food and started opening the box of salad.

“It sure is,” I said and mixed the salad before opening the other box.

“Why haven’t you eaten.” He frowned and leant against the counter watching me.

“I’ve had a busy day baby.” I cooed at his concern and walked around the island to grab a plate. “Where’s Joe?” I questioned grabbing three plates from the cupboard.

“He has a few meetings.” I pushed one plate back onto the pile and took the two. “Did you at least have something to drink?” He said still fixated on me not eating.

“Yes baby, I had a coffee this morning and another at about twelve.” I sighed and dished us both some lunch. “I just had a super busy, super energy draining day and I forgot to have lunch earlier.”

“Okay,” he sighed watching me before I handed him his plate and started walking over to the couch. “Thanks gorgeous.” He smiled and sat down.

“Pleasure,” I flopped down next to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “hope it’s good,” I said before looking up and seeing he had a huge mouthful already, “is it good?” I asked between laughs, he nodded and smiled widely once he had finished chewing.

Once we had finished Byron took our plates to the kitchen while I sat back on the couch and scrolled through Netflix trying to find something to watch. “What about the new episode of Rick and Morty?”

“I watched it earlier.” He said as he sat on the edge of the couch before laying back on me, putting his head on my stomach and wrapping his arms around the rest of my torso.

“Well you’re basically asleep so can I just put it on?” I joked making him chuckle against me then nod. I turned on the episode and dropped my hand to his hair, brushing it back out of his face. He watched the screen intently for a few minutes before his eyes began to fall heavy with sleep. His mouth hung slightly ajar and his legs tangled with mine. Soon I began falling sleepy, tired from the long day I had, had. I shifted slightly, getting comfortable before falling asleep with Byron still wrapped around me. 

“Morning sleepy head.” I heard as I stretched trying to wake up. “Did you have a good nap?” Joe joked looking over from the TV.

“Mhm.” I hummed and traced a finger over Byron’s arms and back.

“You guys are too cute.” He chuckled once Byron had shifted under my touch, I smiled in reply and kept my eyes on him. His hair was pushed to one side and his shirt was pulled up.

I twirled a lock of hair between my fingers and kept dragging my other hand over his arm. He soon woke up from his nap, his eyes fluttered open softly before he frowned and buried his face into me. “Hey you,” I cooed, “haven’t you slept enough.” I joked making him shake his head and look up at me with sleepy eyes. “You’re so adorable.” I smiled as he unwrapped his arms from my torso and moved up, laying his head next to mine and tangling my legs in his.

“I love you.” He whispered. “Even though I’m still angry at you for forgetting to eat.” He frowned before pressing kisses all over my face making me giggle.

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Request:  Anon (*coughkate*cough) -  Love your writing! Can you do a ByronxReader where the reader is a little heavier (or just insecure) and feels out of the norm when it comes to dating Byron since many people may easily imagine someone like him to be with someone very model-like. Maybe where her and Byron go out with the boys, and she feels awkward around then until they openly accept her and love her? Sorry this request is kind of messy!

btw found your request lol

Words: 1159

Warning: body negativity

I checked my make up one last time before heading into my closet, Byron’s eyes followed my body from his position on the bed. A low whistle echoed behind me causing me to roll my eyes and mutter a “shut up.”. I could hear him shuffle off the bed and make his way to closet too. He stood in the door frame, I could feel his eyes raking over me then I felt his arms wrap around my shoulders, pressing my back into his chest as he trailed quick pecks all over my neck and shoulders. I giggled and ran my hands through the clothes hanging in front of me. I pulled out various items, holding them against me then frowning and replacing them back to the hanger.

“I love that dress!” Byron whined and I pulled the item away from my body.

“I do too, but it’s a teeny bit tight.” I sighed then pulled out another item of clothing.

“And your problem is?” he said pulling out the dress again and turning me to face him. He held the dress against me again before a warm smile fell onto his face, “See? Absolutely stunning.” He walked out to the bedroom again, feeling confident in his decision.

“I’m meeting your friends today Byron.” I said bluntly and rolled my eyes. I placed the dress back on the hanger and went on searching. “I need to look at least a little decent.”

“Pardon?” he said flatly as he sat up in bed even though he heard me clearly. He always did that when he didn’t like what you said, he especially does it when people say hurtful things, he likes seeing them squirm uncomfortably at having to repeat their words.

“Don’t ‘pardon’ me Byron.” I muttered loud enough for him to hear. “You know I have to wear something rather flattering.”

“what does ‘rather flattering’ mean?” he almost growled, “I know what you are trying to imply y/n.” he had gotten up from the bed again and was standing in the closets door frame watching me flip through the clothes.

My stomach sank at his anger, he hated when I negatively commented about myself. It came naturally to me though these days, I had spent years seeing my reflection and grimacing at what I saw. “I’m not implying anything.” I mumbled and did not dare look up at him in fear that he’ll see my facial expression screaming it was a lie.

“Then what does ‘rather flattering’ mean y/n?” he had crossed his arms as silence filled the space between us.

“It means you’re literally the model with attractive friends who also have highlyattractive girlfriends, and I’m just a pudgy nobody.” I said after a moment of silence, “Which means I want to wear an outfit that makes me feel as if I look a little less like a pudgy nobody.” I looked up at him, his face flushed red in anger and he was clenching his fists with his arms still tightly crossed over his chest. “How dare you say these things about yourself when I can say the total opposite? I think everyone you know would actually agree with me, how about we phone your mom and see what she would say about you saying such disgusting things about the beautiful girl she made and raised” I looked down in embarrassment and waited for him to stop ranting so I could forget about this and go back to finding a slimming outfit. “I do not see this pudgy nobody y/n” he said softly and reached for my hand, he laced his fingers around mine and gave it a squeeze. He then walked up behind me and faced us opposite the mirror. “You know who I see?” he didn’t give me time to answer, “a gorgeous girl with stunning eyes and a smile, soft arms and hands…” a smirk flashed into his face, “lovely long legs and gorgeous curves right over-”

“Okay Langley.” I cut him off as his hands started roaming down my sides.

The smirk faded from his lips, “But do you understand? You are literally the only person that thinks up those negative comments. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever meet, you make heads turn when you walk into a room.” he turned me to face him as he praised me, “I have to give guys the death stare, so they don’t steal you from me.”. I giggled making him smile as he cupped my face in his hands, “You are beautiful and nothing less.” He mumbled before pressing a firm kiss to my lips.

He pulled back and stared at me trying to figure out my expression, “Sorry.” I muttered embarrassed before shifting my gaze back to the floor.

“Don’t be baby, you just need to learn that your much more than those stupid thoughts you come up with and definitely more that appearance.” He gave my hand a squeeze as I nodded softly. “You are so funny, charming and intelligent and if you think people, especially my friends would think otherwise just based on your looks you must be crazy.” He pulled out the dress again and placed it in my arms, “So please put this on for me because it looks absolutely stunning on you and please don’t ever hurt your feelings because it hurts me more than it hurts you.” He pressed a sweet kiss to mt fore head and walked back out to the bedroom.

I pulled on the dress and smiled as I realised how good it really looked. I walked out into the bedroom earning another whistle from Byron as I stood in front of the bed modelling my outfit. I tried to hide the redness rising onto my cheeks as he gawked at me. He chuckled and got and pressed a cheeky kiss to my temple before grabbing the car keys and leading us out my apartment to Joe’s where we would meet everyone for dinner.

Byron entered the building code and held my hand in his as we went up the elevator to Joe’s floor. He opened the door causing a rumble of conversations to drift into the hallway, I heard various greetings to Byron being yelled through the apartment before I stepped in through the door.  The room fell to a silence with everyone’s mouth hanging wide open.

“You didn’t mention she was a this attractive!” Jack accused, breaking the silence causing the rest of the room to mumble in agreement.

Byron smiled brightly then introduced me to everyone. I knew most of them from their videos anyways but it felt good to finally meet them.

“Well Byron you won big time, a hilariously funny sweetheart, you better treat her well.” Conor lectured just before he was about to leave.

“Oh don’t worry I will.” He said smiling at me then pressing a kiss to my lips and Conor said his goodbyes.

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Request:  anon-  Can you do an imagine where the reader and byron have a little argument and it ends up all cute and stuff? Thank you❤️

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Anon - hey love, can we do something with y/n being a huge science nerd and just cute rambles to byron about class and stuff? ty <3

A/N: these requests worked so well in this and idk why???

Words: 2269 - aye

Warnings: mentions of alcohol  

“Well hurry up before they hear us!” I whisper shouted from the door of Joe’s apartment. Him, Jack and Caspar were filming so Byron decided it was safe for him and I to go out for lunch and spend some time together as we hadn’t told anyone there was something happening between us yet.

“I’m coming, let me just get my shoe on.” He chuckled. “okay,” he announced and stretched out his leg, ‘’come on, let’s go.” He stood up from the stairs and pulled me from the door causing it to close behind us. “How are you?” He smirked and pressed a warm kiss to my temple.

“Good, I got an A for that essay I wrote.” I smiled as I filled him in on all my news.

“And you thought you were going to do badly.” He groaned as he rolled his eyes making me giggle and hug his side. “What do you want to do?” He sighed once we had finished sharing our news with each other ,when we got out the elevator.

“I thought we were just gonna go to my place?” I frowned and took his hand in mine as we stood outside Joe’s flat block contemplating which way to go.

“Mm, I feel like doing something different.” He hummed and tugged me the opposite direction from my flat.

“That sounds a bit dangerous but okay,” I giggled and leaned into him again, “we can go to that place down the street, you know, the one with that pasta? What is it called again?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He said smugly and draped an arm around my shoulder.

“I can’t remember the name, but you’ll know it when you see it.” I giggled and directed us towards the restaurant.

“So then I told her, no, you can’t sniff the hydrochloric acid. Then she was like, then how am I supposed to know if it’s water or not then I said, and I quote, “how the hell are you getting your masters if you can’t read a fucking label.” I explained as Byron took another bite of food. “Then she sniffed it like 15 minutes after we had that discussion and she was surprised when it burnt her nose, throat and lungs?”

“I really want to come to class with you one day.” He chuckled as he wiped some pasta sauce off his face.

“No, you don’t.” I retorted before taking a bite of food. “It’s horrible, despite being in such an advanced class, I’m still surrounded by morons.” I said with a mouthful of lasagne.

He put a hand on my thigh reassuringly, “I need to make sure you’re not trying to get high off acid.” He said concerned making me laugh.

“If I promise you I’m not trying to sniff acid will you promise me you’ll never come to class, you’ll be killed either by those idiots.” I said pretending to be serious.

“Deal.” He said between hysterics, holding out his pinky he wrapped his around mine sealing his deal. “Enjoying your lunch?” He asked and squeezed my thigh.

I hummed as I swallowed my last bite, “Mhm, I got my favorite.” I said smiling and looking over at him smugly before I got distracted from someone walking into the restaurant. I choked slightly on my food when I realized it was Joe, Caspar and Jack.

“What? Oh god.” He said once he had looked up. “Please don’t see us.” He mumbled, making me chuckle.

“Am I that ugly?” I said turning slightly so they couldn’t see my face or Byron if they looked towards us.

he grinned widely, “Yeah, I can’t believe I’m even here with you geez.” He smirked and squeezed my thigh again reassuring me that he was only joking.

“I knew it, at least I only wanted you for sex, so no hard feelings?” I questioned playfully and started leaning in to kiss him when someone dropped into the booth opposite us.

“Hey guys!” A dorky South African cheered, too focused on the other two tagging along behind him rather than Byron and I’s almost-kiss.

“Hey bru,” Byron said as I sat back, a deep blush rising onto my cheeks. “I thought you guys were filming?” He questioned once the other two and settled down into the booth.

“And by your text Byron, I thought you were ‘just heading out to get milk’ even though I bought a full bottle last night.” Joe joked and settled down in between Caspar and jack.

“He was, and then I invited him to lunch.” I said quickly trying to cover up for him. “Just tagging along that’s all.”

“So you would have had lunch alone? That’s very unlike you Y/N.” Jack shot back with a cheeky smirk playing on his face.

“Why are you guys interrogating us?” I giggled and looked over at Byron who had the same baffled look washed over his face. “Byron and I are just having lunch.” I stated again hoping they would drop the topic.

“Well we’re just a little confused.” Caspar laughed causing the other two to look at each other knowingly like they knew about our whole plan.

I ignored them and started eating again, which I think threw them off. Joe cleared his throat and picked up a menu, “Can we join you though?” he sighed and looked at our half-eaten meals.

I looked over at Byron who had a smirk plastered on his face as he looked back at me, “Sure bru,” Byron chuckled and took my hand in his under the table. The boys ordered lunch and managed to prevent each other teasing Byron and I. It soon felt as if the other three had not even joined us for lunch, Byron shrugged off the fact that our closest friends were sitting just opposite us and carried on talking like we usually would with out them around. I replied cautiously, trying not to attract attention from the other three but they were all too focused on their lunch or own conversations to be fully aware of ours.

“So wanna go to Winter Wonderland Friday night?” Byron asked nonchalantly  just after he swallowed the last bite of his meal. “Just you and me.” He added.

“You are really testing the waters here Langley.” Something I only ever did call him when I was being serious, he knew he was pushing it but to be honest he did not want our relationship to be a secrete anymore.

He hated the way we had to sneak around our best friends just to get some alone time or how we had to ‘coincidentally’ meet up and to be fair there are only so many times you can ‘coincidently’ meet. I agreed with him, I hated it as much as he did. I hated that I couldn’t yell out to the whole world “Byron Langley is my boyfriend!”, because if I could I would. Even though we both wanted our feelings for each other to be known, we wanted to make sure it was serious and that we could handle the response from all the boys’ fans. At this point we just needed to be there for each other but it was getting more and more difficult to make excuses to see each other and make up reasons as to why were always being seen together.

He sighed heavily, “Maybe I want to test the waters Y/N.” the whole mood had shifted and there was a tension starting to form around us. “Don’t you?” he added bitterly.

The other three boys were starting to listen in to the conflict but Byron and I ignored them as we spat remarks at each other. “I don’t know why you’re in a bad mood with me.” I commented instead of answering his question.

“You were the one who is so concerned about them hearing us, I don’t really care if they hear me talking to you, but it’s fine, I understand if you don’t want to be associated with me.” He said and leaned back away from me.

“Don’t twist my words Byron.” I warned sternly.

“I’m not twisting your words Y/N, I’m just stating what you think of us, this.” He said gesturing between us.

I scoffed and stood up from my seat, “I’m going to go,” I said to Caspar, Joe and Jack. “Byron, when you’re ready do you want to come home so you can carry on telling me how shit I treat this relationship?”  a wave of shock and realization hit the other three sitting opposite Byron. They did not utter a word though, they did not know how to help the situation so they stayed silent as the conflict went back and forth. “So I’ll see you at home, or are you going to go sulk in your music room with a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, because that’s only going to make the situation wors-”

“Y/N call an uber for home, I’ll be there in five.” He interrupted, he was eerily monotonous which sent chills up my spine.

I was left speechless so I took my phone from the table and walked out onto the side walk as I called an uber. I watched through the restaurant’s window as he pulled out his wallet and gave Joe some money to cover the bill. I knew I took the argument too far, there was no way we were going to fix this fight easily, if I were to guess, this fight would probably get worse once we got to my place. I turned to face the road as I waited a few moments for the uber to show up. I jumped when Byron walked up beside me and sighed deeply. We remained silent until the uber pulled up in front of us, Byron stepped forward first and opened the door before stepping back and letting me get in first. He sat beside me brewing his thoughts and feelings, I didn’t dare say anything, I didn’t want to until I knew we were home. When we got to my flat block we got out and went up the elevator to my floor then down the hall to my place. No words were shared between us as we made our way to my flat.

He opened the front door and stood back holding it open for me step inside. I mumbled a thank you then walked over to the kitchen and dropped my bag onto the work top.

“What was that Y/N,” he was not shouting but his voice held a stern and disappointed tone, making it feel worse than being yelled at. I didn’t reply, I just looked down at the work top trying to think of a reasonable answer. “Why didn’t you just go home, you basically told them I’m an alcoholic and don’t tell me that I twisted your words. You make your feelings very evident Y/N and I was only saying what you were thinking.” He started getting angry again. I felt my throat tighten but I refused to let a tear fall. “You are always the one pushing me away for a hug or swatting my hand away. It’s really clear that you don’t want to be seen with me Y/N.”

“No,” I choked, tears were starting to blur my vision and I could feel my nose starting to run. “I want to be with you, I want to tell the world we’re together but it scares me. I mean I’ve seen everything Zoe and Alfie went through, it’s not always pretty Byron.” My voice strained as I tried not to cry but the tears threatened to spill at any moment.

He leaned against the kitchen work top, facing opposite me, he tugged on the ends of his hair in frustration and he let out a deep sigh. “Well isn’t that the point, to go through things together and be there for each other?” He sarcastically chuckled, “What irritates me more Y/N is that you’re trying to hide us from our friends and family too.”

That’s when the tears started to run, when I realized this could be our last conversation and that this could be the end of something beautiful. He turned away from me and walked to the window, he stared out onto the street with his back towards me. I could tell he was furious, he never turned his back to anyone unless he was trying to calm himself.

He chuckled again and stayed silent for a moment or two, “You call the shots now Y/N, say the words and I’ll leav-“

“I love you,” I said cutting him off, he turned around and stared at me. “I love you, Byron.” I said again after a moment of silence.

His face warmed as he stepped forward. He pulled me in and wrapped his arms around me. I cried into his chest, leaving wet marks on his shirt. He shushed me and pulled us toward the couch before collapsing on to it, I curled up into his lap and tried to calm my crying.

“I was scared of losing you,” I said between a sob. “I don’t want to lose you.”

He held me tighter and pressed a kiss on the top of my head, “You’re not losing me, you’ll never lose me. I’m right here, you’re okay.” I looked up at him, he brushed the hair out my face and wiped the tears of my cheeks with his T-shirt. “I love you too, Y/N/N.”

BYRON LANGLEY IMAGINE 

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Request:  anon- hi ok I’m living for Byron imagines ! can you do one where you’re both scared to act upon your feelings so the boys make you play a game of truth or dare because they’re aware of your feelings and something needs to happen

Words: 1170

“Hello everyone! Today I’m joined with Caspar, Josh, Oli, Mikey, Conor, Byron, Jack and Y/N!” Joe pointed to each of us while he said his intro, “Today we are playing a classic game of truth or dare, if you don’t know what that is, where is your childhood? And it’s literally in the name.” he chuckled, “I asked you guys to send in some truths and dares, some of them more brutal than others.” He commented. “Okay so I’ll start and then we’ll go from there?” there was a chorus of agreement from everyone in return

“Well then, Oli, truth or dare?” He said looking over at Oli who was sat right next to him.

“Dare?” He questioned, unsure of his decision.

“Well Oli, your dare is to down a raw egg,” Joe laughed as he read out the tweet. Oli groaned and walked off to the kitchen only to return with a glass full of raw egg. He sat down and looked at the camera dramatically before quickly swallowing the egg. Everyone groaned in disgust as he finished drinking it, he put the glass on the table after exclaiming repeatedly how awful it was. I turned back to the camera with a displeased frown as the rest of the boys laughed at my reaction.

“Caspar,” Oli called between laughs, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He replied also trying to supress his laughter. Oli took Joe’s phone from his hands and scrolled through the tweets.

“this is a good one,” he chuckled and leaned back into his seat, “I dare you to lick Josh’s foot from top to bottom!” he fell into a fit of laughter.

“Joe I don’t think I want to film with you anymore.” I interrupted. He just laughed and shook his head before Caspar went on with the dare. I sat back and watched as Josh nonchalantly lifted his foot up to Caspar’s  face.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this” he muttered and held Josh’s ankle as he leant in. the rest of the boys were between wetting themselves from laughter and nearly throwing up. I turned away too revolted to watch on, I was facing Byron who had also looked away from the scene, he looked down at me and gave me an empathetic smile before giving my hand a squeeze. I turned back to try hide the blush that was rising to my cheeks. Caspar had licked most of Josh’s foot before he got up to get a glass of water while everyone cheered him on.

The dares were getting closer and closer to me and I was really not up for licking any body part or drinking any strange substances. Conor and Byron were the only ones left before I had to do a dare and I was getting antsy. Caspar turned to Conor and flashed him a cheeky grin once everyone settled down again.

“Dare Caspar.” He sighed before Caspar could ask him. Caspar took the phone from Oli and scrolled through the tweets. He chuckled, obviously finding a good dare, “I dare you to let Jack call your mom and tell her you got a girl pregnant.” He laughed.

Jack chuckled and pulled his phone out his pocket before phoning his mom. Everyone leant in as the call engaged waiting for her to answer. She finally picked up, a cheery hello sounded from the phone, “hey mom, can you talk?” he said with a huge grin plastered on his face even though he sounded serious.

“Of course, what’s wrong?” she answered quickly, clearly hearing the (fake) concern laced between his words.

“Mom, Conor has gotten this girl pregnant and he said he’s moving to a Caribbean island with her and raising the kid in a jungle so he can play in the next Tarzan movie.” He sighed. His mom caught onto the prank and hung up on him causing the Maynard brothers to laugh uncontrollably

“I think you need to phone mom later.” Jack told his brother while he shook his head.

“She’s going to hate me.” He rolled his eyes but kept laughing. “I’m going to be disowned.”

“Whose turn is it?” Mikey questioned leaning forward in his seat trying to figure out the next victim of Joe’s video.

“Byron, then me.” I nervously chuckled, the rest of the boys glanced at each other knowingly while Byron and I were hit with a wave of panic and realization for what we were in for.

“Byron, I dare you to-”

“What if I wanted truth?” Byron interrupted causing Conor to roll his eyes.

“Well now you don’t want a truth, bitch.” Conor sassed making the room erupt in laughter, “we dare you to kiss Y/N.” I sat up at the mention of my name, we shared a confused glance before he shrugged.

“No strings?” he said as he leant in but Conor pulled him back and gave us both a stern look.

“No, there are strings, lots of them. Now connect those strings.” He spoke slowly and seriously almost as if he wanted us to understand him clearly. The rest of the boys nodded in agreement and watched on eagerly. Byron shrugged again and smirked before leaning in, the same excitement and panic was still flushing through my body in anticipation. His lips met mine and he kissed me softly, I smiled into the kiss and leaned further in. One of the boys coughed awkwardly making us pull apart quickly, a blush crept onto our cheeks as the boys celebrated.

“Before we get too carried away! Y/N, Byron!” Joe called between the chaos, “Truth. Have both of you wanted this to happen for a while?” We both kind of nodded but when we saw each other agreeing we had giddy smiles plastered on our face.

“We knew it!” Caspar yelled causing the whole room to erupt into chaos again. I kept covering my face in embarrassment as they exclaimed how much they knew we had feelings for each other.

“Oi shut up!” Joe yelled making the whole room go silent, “That’s it for this weeks video.” Joe chuckled, “There was enough drama in there to last an entire months worth of videos. See you next week with another Sugg Sunday Special.” He did his sign off and chuckled as he went off to turn off the camera. “I’m glad our speculations were right or else this video would have been a total fail.” He laughed.

“How long have you guys known?” I asked as I got up and stretched my arms up.

“A month or more at least.” Josh sighed as him and Jack followed behind Joe, helping put away all the filming equipment

“How?” I exclaimed with a worried frown.

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back onto the couch, “You say that like you didn’t enjoy them making us kiss.” Byron whispered in my ear once I was pulled onto his lap.

“No,” I smirked, “Just curious.” I chuckled and pressed my lips to his.

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Requested:  Can you do a Dating Byron Would Include? There isn’t any and I really really need one. If possible can you just put some in the answer to this??? Thanks vvv much

A/N: i actually wanted to do this at some point so thanks for requesting, also sorry for not writing it in the answer it was just a bit long so i wanted to put a keep reading thingy in.

Words: 830

Warnings: I’d love to but I’m teaching my dog how to yodel. 

- Him cuddling into the crook of your neck while he sleeps with his arms wrapped around you tightly.

- Always waking up before him and tracing patterns all over his arms and shoulders.

- Him pressing soft kisses on your neck as he starts to wake up.

- He would always insist on getting out of bed before you just to make you a cup of coffee.

- You would wear his shirts to bed as much as possible.  

- Spontaneously kissing the corners of his mouth when he smiles or laughs.

- You always fetching his glasses in the evening when you two are watching tv because he forgot them next to the bed.

- Falling asleep on the couch in each other’s arms.

- Him buying you flowers at any possible chance he gets.

- You rolling your eyes every time he shows up to your door with another bunch of flowers in his hands.

- “Our love is like a cactus, it never dies.” He said when he showed up to your apartment with a cactus for the first time.

- “I don’t care! I don’t need more plants!” You’d groan, “but at least I can keep a cactus for longer than a bunch of roses.” You’d chuckle.

- Him always helping with dinner.

- Slow dancing in the kitchen when you’re waiting for the oven to heat up.

- Going to many, many, many concerts.

- Sharing showers because “we have to show our support for South Africa’s drought.”

- Him buying tickets for your favourite band even though he doesn’t like them that much.

- Him saving all the blue jelly beans for you because they’re your favorite.

- Laying between his legs when all the boys come over because there’s no space on the couch and him playing with your hair as he talks to the rest of the boys while you drift off to sleep.

- His breath tickling you every time he laughs or talks.

- You fidgeting between his legs trying to get comfortable and once you’re still he whispers a soft, “you okay?” In your ear and when you nod he presses a kiss to your temple and carries on talking to the boys.

- Standing next you each other in front of the mirror while you brush your teeth.

- Him bumping you when you’re not paying attention causing a muffled laugh to escape him when he sees the stripe of toothpaste drawn across your cheek.

- “Bru… I mean babe”

- Him taking you to South Africa every year for Christmas with his family.

- Holding hands when you cross the road.

- His hair always smelling like your shampoo.

- Him always putting a hand on your thigh while you drive and visa versa.

- Him asking you to take a bath with him at your flat just so he can use one of your bath bombs from your collection.

- Having Polaroids of each other stuck up on the wall of your room.

- Pillow talk usually ending up with ironic debates on what to name your kids on day.

- Cheeky and often not so discreet bum slaps, pinches, taps and holding.

- Him getting along insanely well with your family.

- You walking into the living room and holding a jar in front of him for him to open.

- Him always looking really confused for a split second before he chuckles in realization and opens the jar effortlessly.

- You thanking him with a kiss before you return to the kitchen.

- Him always bringing you your favourite candy when he comes over once you’ve come home from work.

- Very obscure inside jokes.

- Brushing your fingers through his hair at any chance you get.

- Going for walks in the park every weekend after he takes you out for breakfast.

- You and him laughing at each other’s jokes or antics until your stomachs ache.

- Not even checking with each other before you order food because you know each other’s orders off by heart.

- The boys loving your company and always wanting to film with you because you are so vibrant and funny.

- You always giving him your milkshakes to finish because you ate to much.

- Walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night and pulling his boxers down and putting your feet on his bum to warm them up as he groans in annoyance and pulls his boxers back up before wrapping his arms around you tightly and laying on top of you so you can’t do it again.

- You pulling up your shirt when you lying next to him and him not even getting excited because he knows he’s only going to end up giving you back tickles but he happily does it anyway.

- Loving each other no matter what and always wanting to give each other the world.

Party (JS)

I put the final bottle of champagne behind the mini bar and adjust the cocktail bowl slightly to the left. I look around the living room, the grand Christmas tree was still up as it usually was until after New Year’s. The whole place was covered in string lights, outlining the furniture and hanging from the ceiling. This was the famous New Year’s Eve party my parents have been throwing since before I was even born and this year was the last one I’d be attending for a while, I realise sadly. This time next year I would be living in LA, in my first year of university and my parents planned to come down for Christmas and be back here for New Year’s. I wouldn’t come along. I always looked forward to this, guess I’d have to savour it the best I could.

Both my mom and dad were only children which meant growing up they made a lot of friends along the way and each year our parties got a little bit bigger, more and more families coming together for their New Year’s eve party. I always looked forward to two though, the Michaels and the Suggs.

“Are you done daydreaming?” My sister comes up from behind me. “Because there should be appetizers that need rearranging or something according to mom.”

“I’m on it,” I say mock-seriously. My mom really went all out with the food and my sister and I always teased her about it. My sister, Liz, had started uni this year but luckily she was only in London. A lot of our friends her age weren’t though, so we were missing a lot of people this year. But at least Joe would be around, I think. And Zoe.

“Put these near the piano,” my mom hands me a plate as I make my way to the kitchen. “Don’t drop them!” I pretend to struggle under the tray which earns me a stern look. “You should get ready,” my mom reminds me. “There’s only an hour before guests start coming!”

I run up to my room after gently placing the tray where my mom wanted it and put on the dress I had bought for the occasion. It was deep green satin with a plunging neckline and a leg slit that went up to my hips—a shorter skirt lay underneath so I wasn’t flashing the whole party. I usually wasn’t this risky but I figured the occasion called for it. The sleeves are almost bell-like, and I do a twirl before the mirror, excited to see how people liked it.

Who was I kidding, I wanted Joe to see me in it.

It was silly, there was half a year before I was leaving this place, but more than half my life that I’d been crushing on Joe Sugg. Sometimes, I thought he knew how I felt, I thought I was quite obvious as a kid. For a second, I thought maybe the feeling was mutual. But after truth or dare in the seventh grade, I’d tried my hardest to hide whatever feelings I had for him. I wondered if he’d noticed.

“Truth or Dare,” Olivia asks my sister, Olivia Michaels was our neighbour growing up and the one who introduced my sister and I to the world of beer and rock and roll. My sister and I were good friends with her and her younger brother Felix.

My sister choses dare and Olivia has her eat one of the gross drink concoctions we made earlier. A few rounds later, my sisters asks me.

“Dare,” I say, feeling brave.

“I dare you to kiss either Joe or Felix,” my sister says smugly.

“What? I-“

“It’s a dare!” Zoe laughs and I look at Felix, he was a couple years younger than me-he was a child…and Joe was my huge crush. There was no way I was going to have my first kiss with him like this; with popcorn in my teeth and my lips stained with popsicles.

“Unless you’d like to kiss them both,” my sister teases.

Not wanting any more pressure, I lean over and peck Felix on the lips. I can’t help but sneak a glance at Joe as I go back to my seat and everyone laughs at Felix’s flushing cheeks. But he looks uninterested.

A few rounds later, Felix asks Joe and Joe picks Truth.

“Who would you date from this circle?” Felix asks. My heart plummets into my stomach. Joe looks around, avoiding my eyes and that makes my heart race faster. He had to know how much I would die to date him. To call him anything more than my best friend.

“Liz,” Joe says my sister’s name and I felt sick. Of course he liked her better than me, she was smarter and prettier than me. I was just his best friend.

“Aw you’re cute,” my sister pinches Joe’s cheeks and his sister joins in. I excuse myself but I didn’t think anyone even noticed.

A knock at my door reminds me there was a party about to go down, or already going down, I realise as I hear voices already. “How long are you going to take? Mom wants you downstairs to greet everyone!” Liz calls through the door.

“I’ll be a minute!” I say. I take my new christmas present-an eyeshadow kit my mom had given, and the lipstick my sister gave after I used most of hers, and put on my makeup, feeling like a grown up already. So much was changing and I was buzzing with excitement.

I skip downstairs and greet everyone the way I usually did every year. This year everyone asks about school, I tell them my LA plan and they wish me luck. Over and over. Until Joe walks in with a bottle of something in his hand and I run to him, nearly knocking him down as I throw my arms around him. He smelled like the cologne he reserved for special occasions, and the soap he always used. I could never tire of it, of him.

He was as handsome as ever, a clean white button up tucked into black trousers. He’d cut his hair recently but I sort of liked the way he styled it, the soft layers looked bouncy.

“You look handsome! Where’s Zoe?” I ask.

“Food poisoning,” he hands me the bottle and I take it from him, stepping a bit back so he could see my outfit but he continues on without comment. “Mum’s stayed home with her, the bottle’s from her.”

“Duh, as if you could afford this,” I tease, pretending like my heart wasn’t just stabbed by his nonchalance. He follows me in as I sneak the bottle past my mom and hide it in the kitchen, it was a tradition for us kids to get drunk on our own stash we steal throughout the night.

“Where’s everyone else?” Joe asks. “Your sister?”

I ignore the ache I get in my chest, “Oh doing her rounds probably. Pretending she’s an intellectual because she’s done one semester at uni.”

Joe laughs and I love the sound, especially when he laughs at a joke I make.

“You-“

“Y/N! There you are!” Felix and Olivia pop in, interrupting Joe, and I give them both hugs. Olivia had brought her boyfriend this year so we get introductions and a quick catch-up before Olivia goes to find Liz and I’m left with Felix and Joe. Felix had grown to be surprisingly handsome, in a nerd chic sort of way. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was younger than me, I could have even considered dating him.

“So Y/N you look really amazing tonight,” Felix says.

“Aw thank you,” I say. “You look quite chic tonight too, is that suspenders you’re wearing under your jacket?” I tease Felix until he’s pink in the face before I turn to Joe who looks bored. I loop my arm through his, “Want to get something to eat? I’m craving some shortbread cookies.”

“Yeah. If we’re having our own party later on we don’t want a repeat of ‘09,” Joe jokes. That was the first year we had all snuck a bottle of wine from the party and drank it on an empty stomach. None of us had a good time.

“Don’t remind me,” I shudder before I call behind me. “Felix you coming?”

Joe stiffens beside me but we walk on.

•••

After a dozen devilled eggs and shrimp cocktails, I lose everyone to the crowd and find myself alone near the stairs. I watch the crowd and bask in the togetherness the holidays brought on, I would miss this a lot. I almost didn’t want to go when I was in moments like these, but I knew what I wanted from life and I knew I couldn’t stay in dreary UK for it.

As I look around with the room so full of lights, the corners of my vision suddenly warp and distort into a blurry mass. I blink a few times but it remains. This was so not happening.

I sit myself on the step and close my eyes, placing my head on my knees but as I do that, the nause creeps in. This was getting serious. Perfect.

I go up to my bedroom quickly and close the blinds, shutting the room in darkness. I unzip the side of my dress to give my room to breathe and lay down.

Of course I had to get a migraine the day of new year’s eve. My last party for a while. I groan and turn to the side, blindly groping for any pill bottle, not wanting to risk turning on my phone light.

I lay in the dark, I don’t know how long. Time passed slowly in the dark, the only thing I could hear is the muffled sound of the party downstairs. My phone vibrates a few times but I don’t dare look at it. I wanted to nip this migraine before it could come full force. I couldn’t believe this was how my year was going to end, I think. And without meaning to, the tears leak out from my eyes. Stupid migraines and stupid Joe Sugg! He hadn’t even noticed what I was wearing, he didn’t even care. He fancied Liz more than I and I was still crushing on him like an idiot. I wasted my high school years waiting for him. And now I was going to graduate soon, with no history of a relationship and no…

A soft knock interrupts my pity party. I wait again as the knock sounds, just to make sure I wasn’t hearing it.

“Y/N,” it was Joe.

I swipe at my face, pulling my blanket over my face. “I’m here,” I say. “You can come in.”

I hear the door creak open, the noise from downstairs flooding through before the closed door muffles it again.

“Migraine?” Joe asks. We’d been friends long enough that he knew exactly what was going down. I sense him standing at the edge of my bed, the room still in darkness.

“Yeah,” I inch the blanket off my face. It’s not like he could see my makeup streaks in the dark. “Great timing right?”

“Can I do anything?” Joe asks. God, I scoff, I thought I could just turn my feelings off for him but him just asking that brings them back full force. “Maybe some water…”

“I’ve got water,” I say. I sense him shifting around the room.

“Didn’t you used to have those ice packs?” Joe knows his way around my room, he often came over when we did homework, or in the summer before we would go out with our other friends. He locates where I kept the freeze packs and he cracks them, walking towards my bed and sitting on my sheets. “Here.”

He places one on my neck and I flinch at the cold.

“Sorry,” he mumbles before putting it back on.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, the cold already numbing the throbbing in my neck. “Thanks Joe.”

“It’s nothing,” Joe whispers back. I take the pack from where his hands hold it and hold it myself as I gently turn in bed, the little light streaming in outlines his sitting figure.

“You don’t have to stay here,” I let him know. “Go back to the party.”

“It’s no fun if you’re not there,” Joe says. He slowly inches himself down beside me and the smell of him invades my nose. Oh no.

“Joe your cologne-“ I say and he quickly gets up.

“Oh shit right,” Joe stands and I see the shape of him pace away from the bed. “Uh, I can go home and change-“

“Oh my god,” I let out a laugh and cut it short as my head throbs. “You’ve left so many shirts here when we go swimming in the summer. Just put one on if you want to stay here so bad.”

“I’m just here to avoid everyone asking what my plans after school are,” he jokes. “Are they in the bottom drawer?”

“Yeah,” I respond. “Tell them you’re still figuring it out.”

“Everyone here has kids who are doctors or some shit,” I can hear the Joe changing and I try to keep the inappropriate thoughts at bay. “That’s not an acceptable answer.”

“Who cares what they think though,” I say. Joe joins me back in bed, laying down to stare at the ceiling as I look at his profile, barely illuminated by the light peaking through my blinds.

“Sometimes I do,” he says quietly.

I find his hand and squeeze it. He squeezes back and then turns to me. “So are you going to tell me why you were crying before I came in?”

“I was not crying,” I lie.

“You so were.”

“Was not.”

“Was too,” fingers graze my jaw and I’m busted. “Your face is still wet.”

“Fine,” I sigh. “I was just upset I was missing the party.”

“And?”

“I dunno, it’s my last party for a while!”

“Oh yeah,” Joe quiets down. A moment passes. Then another. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“We still have like 7 months together, don’t cry for me just yet.”

“You’re the one that was crying,” Joe shoots back.

“Shut up!” I joke. “Can’t you let me win? I have a migraine!”

“How is it?” Concern creeps back into his voice.

“The usual, I just have to tone down my senses. It’ll get better.”

Joe’s hand moves up to my face and cups it, my heart fluttering, the blood rushing to my face and joining the dance my migraine was putting on in my head.

His hand creeps up into my hair and suddenly his hand is plucking out the pins from my hair, and putting it on my bedside. Of course he was just being helpful while I was getting all bothered. “Do you want to get into something more comfortable?” He asks. I try to ignore the way I felt with his body hovering over mine in the dark but my mind blanks for a moment. “Y/N?”

“Oh I have every intention to go back to the party later,” I say. “This dress stays on.”

“It’s a great dress,” Joe says.

“It is isn’t it,” I say, noticing how uncomfortable Joe was getting. He actually noticed. Why didn’t he say anything earlier?

“I mean,” he clears his throat. “You looked…beautiful.”

I pause, pure joy rushing through me. Joe noticed me, he said I was beautiful. And oh god, all these things happening in my body were not helping my migraine. But I wasn’t about to tell Joe that.

“Thank you,” I say softly, too afraid to break the moment.

“It’s nothing new though,” he says just as softly. “You always look beautiful.”

I look at him, squint in the dark to try to read his face but it’s hard to. Was he saying this because I was having a shitty time or did he actually mean it?

“Not as beautiful as Liz though,” I deflect, deciding he was just taking pity on me. “She’s the one with the looks in the family.”

There’s a deafening silence around us, I can hear my heart beating in it. He wasn’t denying it, I want to cry.

“She is…beautiful sure, but you’re something different Y/N. You bloody take my breath away every time I see you.”

I want to cry for other reasons now. Was this really happening?

“Sorry,” Joe interprets my silence as rejection and begins sitting up to go. “The dark’s just made me stupid, I said way too much and-

“Joe,” I try to cut through.

“You obviously just, you need to rest and I’m-“

“Joe Sugg,” I say again and grab his hand. “Lay back down you big idiot, your blabbering is making my head pulse.”

“Right,” Joe lays back down but I can hear his quick breathing. I was glad to know he was just as nervous. I still have hold of his hand and I place it around my waist, inching closer to him.

“When?” I have to ask.

“Do you remember when we had our second friendiversary?” He asks. I did. We met when we were both 7 after our parents had set up a play date and we got along so well we knew we would be friends instantly. We’d spit on our hands and shaken them, declaring that day our friend anniversary, and we’d celebrated most years since. “You had your parents drop you off on your way home from your nana’s because it was our friendiversary and we didn’t see each other all summer. And your nana gave you cookies for the ride home, and you saved me the peanut butter ones? I don’t know, when you came in that day I just took a look at you and I had butterflies in my stomach. You were there ever since school let out and I’d missed playing with you for so long. I think I realised I missed you more than just a friend that summer. And when I saw you-“

“I actually remember.” I join. “Because you had just stared at me with your mouth open. And I just put the cookies in your open mouth. I was angry I thought you were looking at me like that because Liz had put gum in my hair a week before and my nana had to cut a lot off.”

“Yeah,” Joe chuckles. “I remember that too.”

“And since then?”

“Yeah,” Joe’s hand curls around my waist.

“What about the seventh grade? Truth or dare?”

“You bloody kissed Felix!” Joe exclaims.

“I…you picked my sister because I kissed Felix? He was like 10!”

“I was stupid.”

“Was? If I was feeling better I would be slapping you right now.”

“Good thing you’re not,” Joe tugs me closer. Our faces are inches apart, and I want to lean over and just kiss him so bad.

“What’s taken you so long,” I whisper, my fingers resting on his face.

“Scared I would ruin our friendship. You’re so much better than me, I thought you would laugh if I told you.”

“You are so ridic-“

“Shh,” Joe shushes me. “Do you hear that?”

I quiet down and listen as the party downstairs begins counting down to New Year’s. Suddenly my hands are clammy, this was it. I was going to kiss Joe Sugg once and for all.

“5…4…3…” Joe whispers between us.

“2…” I get out before Joe closes the space and kisses me, his lips so soft, my head feeling like it would explode. And not just because of the migraine.

“Wow-“ Joe gets out before I go in for a second kiss, the cheering downstairs drowns out as I pull Joe closer to me, closer, finally the love of my life was in my arms.

We’re moving too quickly, a wave of nausea hits me and I pull away.

“Sorry was that too quick?” Joe panics.

“Head,” I say as I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Shit,” I feel him sitting up and hovering over me, probably looking for the ice pack because soon the cold feeling returns to my temples.

“Thank you,” I whisper. He places a kiss on my lips as I stay still, trying to ease my nause. I feel a kiss on my jaw, then my neck. “Do you have to go home?” I ask.

“Nope,” Joe shifts beside me, I feel him get under the blanket, and he pulls me close to him. He lays his hand gently over me and I settle in beside him. What a New Year’s.

•••

“Y/N!” My sister’s voice wakes me and my eyes fly open. She stands in my doorway with her jaw open and I realise she’s staring at the weight on my right side. Joe.

“What?” Joe mumbles, awakened by my sister barging in.

“Oh my god!” My sister squeals. “It’s happening!” She runs out my door. “It’s happening!” She yells out to whoever was awake. And if they weren’t awake, her commotion sure woke them.

“She’s crazy,” I mumble before turning to Joe, the evening rushing to catch me up. He’s still only half asleep. When I call his name, he only groans and pulls me closer to him, hiding his face into my neck. My heart flutters, it felt like we’d always been together like this.

I allow myself the small pleasure of running my hands up into his hair and he groans into my neck, lifting his face up to look at me. Suddenly he starts laughing.

“Way to make a girl feel confident,” I’m suddenly self conscious as I get up.

“You do realise you’re in yesterday’s outfit? Including your makeup?” Joe asks, his voice hoarse.

“Shit!” I run to my mirror and laugh at what I see. “I’ll be back!”

I grab a spare shirt and move to the bathroom where I clean up and brush my teeth. My skin looked awful having slept in makeup but the glow I felt from waking up next to Joe kills any issue I might have had with it.

When I get back to my room he’s already up, the bed is made, and he’s folding his clothes from yesterday.

“You didn’t have to do all that,” I say as I walk to him. Immediately he catches my hand and pulls me in.

“Your head?” He asks.

“Great. Yours?”

“Clear as day. Glad it listened to my heart this one time.”

A smile creeps onto my face as the realisation of what he said settles in but pulls me in and kisses it off.

“Happy new year Joe,” I whisper when we part, pulling him in for a tight hug.

“Happy new year Y/N,” Joe whispers back. “I think it’s going to be the best one yet.”

Right Decision (JS)

A/N: Just something I wrote a while back and since it was one of the few imagines actually completed I’ll just post it up. :)

I look at myself in the mirror, not actually seeing my reflection as my mind wanders to a million other thoughts. It was probably quite early. I hadn’t actually checked the time when I slipped out of bed but the sky outside was still dark-no hint of a rising sun. Way too early to be up.

But I just couldn’t fall back asleep when I woke up and adjusted to my surroundings. My anxious heart and overthinking mind kept battling until I had to get up and splash my face with cold water, telling them both to shut up.

I glance under the mirror to the products-very different than mine-that litter the sink. The dark-coloured “manly” hair products, shaving cream on the shelf, fancy lotions and I smile at the bath bombs. Joe was always going on about how he needed a good bath. I glance at the wide bathtub behind me and sigh, resting the weight of my body against the sink.

It had been months of friendship, shifting to flirting, slowly becoming annoying to everyone else who knew the both of us. “When are you two getting together?” Everyone always asked, usually in a frustrated tone. It only made Joe and I laugh though, secretly happy to take our sweet time falling together. The flirting and the teasing was fun-neither of us denied that. But then last week, in a surprise gesture he’d formally asked me out and last night was the dinner date we were both stupidly nervous for. The conversation felt too formal, the food tasted like sawdust, and we were holding our breath until the end. It was only once we’d come back to Joe’s, in our familiar place, that we began to relax and laugh about the tense dinner.

“I was almost scared that asking you on a date was the wrong move,” Joe laughed over a beer. The two of us had settled outside on his balcony. “It was a terrible dinner.”

“Awful.” I agreed. “I think we put too much pressure on it.”

“I think everybody put too much pressure. My hands were shaking-did you see them?”

“No,” I laughed. “I definitely would have poked fun at you if I had seen them.”

“I bet you would,” Joe scowled jokingly before he stretched his leg out towards me. I slapped it away, not wanting his big toe in my face.

“But anyway,” Joe had finally said after we’d fallen silent. His serious tone made my heart race, especially as he placed his bottle onto the floor to free his hands. My eyes stayed fixed on his as he slid closer. “Now that all the shite’s been cleared away, I know I made the right decision.”

“How would you know for sure,” I challenged. “When you haven’t even kissed me yet?”

Joe raised an eyebrow, impressed by my forwardness. His hands came up to stroke my cheek, “Guess I’ll have to just,” he guided my face towards him. “Make sure.” He muttered before he kissed me.

I had to remember to close my eyes because I was shocked despite the lead-up. But as soon as I relaxed, instinct took over and I was pushing into him to take it further. And in no time, we’d taken it the furthest it could go.

“Definitely the right decision,” Joe had grinned afterwards. We lay in bed facing each other, unable to keep the grins off of our faces.

“I’m still not too sure,” I teased which led to a play fight, Joe making sure I paid for the comment by tickling me until I couldn’t breathe.

But now at an ungodly hour, standing in front of his bathroom mirror, my head is reeling with all the highs and lows and all the emotions last night created. I touch my lips and smile, this was a first for me. This high I felt, a rushing emotion that inflated my chest with a certain happiness every time I thought about him. About us…I wasn’t certain, but I was pretty sure I was totally head over heels in love with him.

With one last glance in the mirror, I close the light and walk back to bed. I check my phone for the time and I’m glad to see I still had plenty of time to lay sleeping beside Joe.

I slide between the sheets, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of Joe’s flat around me. I don’t realise I’d waken him until he shifts towards me and his arms wrap around my waist.

“Where’d you go?” He mumbles sleepily into my neck.

“Bathroom-I was putting hair dye in your conditioner,” I smile.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” his voice rumbles beside me. I turn to him, suddenly knowing for certain now that I loved him. Or I could love him and I will. Did everything he say have to sound so damn perfect?

“Go back to sleep,” I whisper, kissing his nose.

“Mhm,” he agrees, his warm hand creeping up my shirt to rest on my back. “Sleep.”

I stroke his slightly stubbled cheek, enjoying my chance to admire him this close. But he soon grabs my hand away and holds it between us, his eyes remaining closed. My heart swells. How did I get so lucky, I think, as I drift off to sleep myself. Things were always heading in this direction in an obvious way to everyone-even us. But I never imagined just how right it would feel until now. It was most definitely and without a doubt the right decision.

NYE

You were going to spend New Year’s Eve alone. It wasn’t that you had no friends-you had plenty. But you had plans. Specifically, plans to stay in with your boyfriend and pop a bottle of champagne as the clock struck 12.

But as the clock struck 5pm today, he’d taken your hand and “gently” explained that you two should break up. That he wanted to celebrate the New Year with nothing holding him back. As if you were holding him back and not his idiot friends and all the stupid decisions he made. You think angrily to all the times you helped him and cared for him and the wave of tears threaten to ruin your night all over again but you hold them at bay.

Instead, you message your best friends in your group chat but they were either out of the city or with their own families and boyfriends. You scroll through Instagram and see other close friends at parties nearby but you don’t message them. You didn’t want to be the charity invite and you didn’t want to talk about why you were spending the night alone. You were an independent woman. You could spend New Year’s alone…with your cats…and a nice bottle of champagne all…to…yourself…

Fuck it, you think.

You open one of your many group chats; to the group that was always up for a good time, no questions asked.

I’m stranded on cat lady island on New Year’s, what are you guys doing and when can I join you? You ask the group.

Josh: you forgot the crazy part

Conor:Josh just stole my joke. I said it out loud first

Joe:we’re at my place swing by whenever you want!

Josh: it’s my joke now

Caspar:shut up. Y/N you need to bring sweets if you come. Joe has no sweets-he’s gone crazy

Joe:no Y/N doesn’t have to I’ll just pop out to grab them

Y/N:I’m more than happy to! See you in 40

Oli:we’re at Joe’s

Oli:…oh wait you already know

Oli:can you get ice cream?

You leave the group before you accidentally stay on your couch scrolling through the hundreds of messages that always seem to pour in when they got to talking. Even though, now that you thought about it, they were all in the same place. Weirdos.

You replace your comfy clothes with the metallic shirt you bought for your cancelled New Year’s plans, and pair it with a pair of comfy jeans. The convenience store down the road is still open so you buy a couple tubs of ice cream, a few packs of biscuits, and reload your oyster. Then you’re on the tube to Joe’s safe haven.

You and the boys had know each other since the inception of “British Youtube.” You first got to know Caspar when you used to edit for him, and then he convinced you to start your own channel and it blew up over the year. You met a few of the other boys, made your own girl friends and became a common feature on their channels as they did yours.

You feel the warmth from Joe and as soon as he opens his door to you and crushes you to him. Even though you were all good friends, it had been a while since you saw everyone together. You spent a bulk of the last month back in Dublin to figure yourself out. Youtube had taken its toll on you the last year and you needed a break from social media at home. At the time, your boyfriend stayed with you for a couple weeks before heading back to London but you wondered if the two week break had made up his mind about you. It didn’t matter though. Being back and seeing everyone all together at Joe’s was your favourite feeling, even though you didn’t quite know how to describe it.

The warm welcome is extended by each of the boys, except for Josh who enjoyed making fun of you ever since you tried to drunkenly kiss him that one time on New Year’s. In your defence, he had been a stranger at that time-Caspar forgetting to introduce you. And he had looked really good that night three years ago when you were horribly single. Kind of like today, you realise. But you shake off the lonely feeling before it can suffocate you and smile at all the boys and some of their girlfriends who joined the party too.

“How was home?” Jack asks and it strikes you as an odd question. Home was Dublin, but it was also London. It was also right here amongst your loving friends.

“Much needed,” you tell him. “Feel refreshed and ready to continue Youtube this year.”

“The rest of us boys always have a bet on who, between you, Caspar, and Joe are going to quit Youtube first.”

“Who’d you bet on?” You narrow your eyes.

Jack shrugs casually but side-eyes Joe who catches it. “What’s going on?” Joe looks at the two of you, confused.

“Jack wants to be your midnight kiss again,” You tease before leaving Jack alone to explain himself.

As the night goes on, you catch up with the boys and knock back a few glasses of champagne and consume half a tub of ice cream. You eventualy break off with Caspar as the two of you reflect over the last year but when Joe joins you, the three of you talk about all the good times you’d had over the last few years. As midnight nears, you part ways and find a comfortable spot on the floor. The thing about hanging out with the boys and booze was that they could get a little much and it required you to step away for a bit.

You sit off to the side against the wall and automatically open your Instagram, promising yourself not to go to your ex’s page.

But you click his name. And you watch his stories, your chin resting on you knees, grinding your teeth so you wouldn’t cry. It was ridiculous, you realise. Pull yourself together. You click on your own page instead and smile at all the memories.

Your finger goes to Caspar’s birthday party. You’d never seen him drink that much or sing that loudly but it was one of the highlights of your year. You pinch your fingers and zoom into the picture to smile at each person. Your heart squeezes with how much you love every single one of those idiots.

You swipe back and click Jack’s tour, remembering the absolute joy of seeing him on stage doing what he loves to do. How happy he was and the energy in the room all because of what he was doing. You laugh to yourself; you bought him a karaoke machine as a funny Christmas gift once but he’d forced you to stay until the early hours singing with Conor and Mikey as well. It was payback for the gift, he’d told you. But getting drunk and singing old songs was a perfect combination.

Next, you go to one of your favourite pictures on your feed. Mikey had taken it. It’s the one where you sit laughing in a shopping cart as Joe pushes it. Josh pushing your friends behind you.

You still remember that day as if it happened yesterday. You and your friends had convinced Josh and Joe to push you in shopping carts near the abandoned area of the grocery store. The boys were filming some sort of skit and you were in it and they asked you to bring along a couple friends for extras. There’d been many parties together so everyone knew each other. You specifically knew Josh had a crush on your best friend so you sat in the one Joe was pushing. Coincidentally, you had a crush on Joe. Or maybe it wasn’t called a crush after crushing for over two years. Maybe you were just a little in love with Joe Sugg.

“If you fall this isn’t my fault!” Joe warns you for the ninth time.

“Yeah yeah, it’s my fault, let’s just go!” You tell Joe.

“Noo I know how this works,” Joe crouches down behind you and you try to ignore the feeling in your stomach as he talks low in your ear. “You’re going to say it’s not my fault right now and then when you fall you’ll blame me.”

“That’s ridiculous I would nev-“

“Are we ready?” Josh asks. We were racing to the end of the lot. “Can we go?”

“I’ll say it!” Mikey overhears and comes over to count us down. “3…2…1!”

Josh’s long legs beat Joe at first but your friends shifting in the cart slows them down so that Joe and you are in the lead. Except it’s too fast and there’s no way to stop and one second you’re high from the speed and the next second youmre low on the ground, Joe’s concerned voice coming closer as he runs to you.

Nothing was broken, but you definitely didn’t take any selfies for a week as your bruises healed. And it was actually a nice week where Joe came over a lot to make sure you were alright. The two of you fell asleep watching movies a lot. You kind of missed that.

You go back and click the picture of you and Joe accidentally fallen asleep on his couch. Jack had taken the picture and posted it to his story so you’d figured there was no harm in posting it too. But for weeks your fans went crazy thinking the two of you were officially dating but despite your wishes, you weren’t.

That’s what always confused you about Joe. You look up and spot him half-listening to a story Jack is telling him and Byron. Your friends insisted he liked you back, they pointed out the “signs” all the time. But it just didn’t make sense to you. He was Joe Sugg and you were just Y/N. He always treated you like a friend, he was always protective of you when it came to other guys and your feelings. But he never got too involved either.

He would always stick up for you when the boys took their teasing too far, the two of you had so many inside jokes. He always had his arm around you in pictures, gravitated towards you when he was drunk, and the two of you shared too many couch naps-your limbs tangled with each other. You weren’t sure if it was because you two were Youtubers-the fallout if you ever broke up would be messy. Or if it was because you two were friends for so long. Either way Joe was confusing to love because you were never clear where he stood.

Just then, Joe catches your eye. You smile at him and he motions for you to get off the floor and sit on the couch instead. You shake your head no, but you don’t realise he would get up in the middle of Jack’s story and walk to you.

“Why are you sitting in the corner of my living room?” He asks.

“Just needed a breather,” you look up at him (how the hell was he was gorgeous from this angle, you can’t help think).

“Can I get you a drink?” Joe asks.

“Yeah why not,” you shrug and watch him leave.

You click the ambiguous picture of your back to the camera, the beautiful sunset on the horizon. A lot of people thought the bloke next to you was Joe, the comments roaring again with your ship name. But in reality, it was your ex. You two made it official that night, hanging out with all your friends. You best friend captured that and you posted it with a heart, to capture the moment your relationship began. But now….you consider deleting it.

“Didn’t everybody think that was me?” Joe reappears quietly, looking down at you and your phone and you quickly put your phone down.

“Yeah, our followers went mad.” You accept the drink from him but he sits down next to you. “I think most of them figured it out though when I posted the boyfriend tag on my channel.”

“Yeah,” Joe chuckles. “I almost thought that was me when I first saw it too.”

You remember Joe’s reaction when you told him about the new guy you were dating. You: told a story you thought was funny but his face remained serious. He told you his honest opinion-he didn’t like him. But you’d ignored Joe as always. A boyfriend Joe disapproved of didn’t matter. It was better than no boyfriend and pining over one of your best friends instead.

You sigh and turn your phone on again but don’t realise you left it at the delete screen. You glance at Joe and he has his eyebrow raised.

“Is that why you’re here?” He asks, automatically understanding.

“Sort of,” you avoid his gaze. You look at the screen. “Delete Post” and your finger goes to “Cancel” the request. “It’s…well I want to say it’s complicated but it’s not. It’s simple. We broke up. He broke up with me.”

“Hm,” Joe hums. “When?”

“Today?” You feel pathetic telling him this. His head turns to you immediately but you stare at the stupid picture, not able to see the pity Joe’s face would probably hold. You should delete the stupid picture. It didn’t mean anything anymore.

“Y/N,” Joe says with such concern. “Are you alright?”

It’s the question that does it. You open your mouth to give a flippant answer, something funny to make fun of yourself. Instead, a sob breaks through and soon your head is on Joe’s chest, crying your heart out, and soaking the material probably. You’re glad the music and the party is loud enough and the two of you are tucked away enough not to draw attention. Joe rubs your arms and tells you it would be okay, saying every perfect thing in the book to make you feel better. And you believe him. You know it. You’d been through break-ups before. But having Joe hold you makes you more sad, of what you couldn’t have.

“I’m okay,” you finally pull yourself away from Joe and he leans over your body to hand you a tissue to wipe your snotty face. “I’ll be okay. He was a dick to break up with me today. I know that.”

“Shit Y/N,” Joe leans his head against the wall. “You deserve so much better. I told you not to date him-“

“Oh don’t even go there,” you scowl. “You cannot be telling me I told you so not even 24 hours after my break up!”

“I’m not saying I told you so!”

“You so are!” You roll your eyes and face away from Joe. “You say not to date every single guy I date! How am I supposed to trust your opinion!”

“Well look at how all of them left you!” Joe defends.

“I broke up with some of them! I left them! They didn’t all break up with me!”

“Fine.” Joe pulls his knees up to his chest. “But in the end, your heart was always broken.”

“Fuck you,” you turn back to Joe. You knew deep down you weren’t this angry at him. It was just the emotional breakup and the fact that Joe sat here judging you. “I’m sorry I don’t just sleep around to spare me the heartbreak of a real relationship. I’m sorry I enjoy being in a bloody relationship even if that means it might end one day! I don’t care if I’m naive or…whatever you’re thinking of me I don’t care!”

“Y/N I just think-“

“I don’t care.” You stop him. It wasn’t fair! How could it be more than three years of loving Joe but he never once revealed if he felt the same way. It wasn’t fair that you went through boyfriend after boyfriend but after every heartbreak you realised it never would have worked anyway because you loved Joe.

“Well don’t ring in the New Year with such a grumpy face,” Joe bumps into your shoulder after a few silent minutes pass by but you leave the scowl on. “You’re gonna get wrinkles and look like Zo’s dog.”

Your mask slips and you crack a smile before covering it up.

“There it is!” Joe points out with a laugh but you shove his chest.

“I’m angry at you!” You shout before laughing yourself and then covering your face with your hands. A tear escapes but you brush it away. “You’re the worst friend ever!”

“I know,” Joe pulls you in and kisses the top of your head. “My New Year’s Resolution is to be a better friend next year. Now let’s get drunk or something.”

“Wow.” You take his hand and he helps you up. “You’re already being a better friend.”

“Well it’s easy,” Joe laughs. “Just get you drunk all the time.”

“Not tonight though!” Someone says from behind. You turn to face Byron. “She’ll try to kiss Josh.”

“Byron shut up!” You flush with embarassment and you hear Josh laughing as he overhears his name. “Will you guys ever let me live that down?”

“Never!” Comes multiple voices at once. You grab the glass Joe poured and down it all at once.

“I really needed that,” you explain when Joe stares at your empty glass with a mix of admiration and concern.

But after a few drinks your bladder presses on you and you run to relieve it before the count down. When you return, the boys are suddenly a lot nicer to you and you eye Joe, suspecting him of telling them you’d broken up with your boyfriend. But instead of being angry, you go to Joe and hug him instead. Caught off guard, he stumbles back before getting his feet under him and wrapping his arms around you.

“You alright?” He mumbles.

“Yeah.” You whisper. “It’s nice having friends who care.”

“You know.” Joe groans. “I told them not to make it obvious. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you let go of Joe and kiss his cheek. “I’m okay.”

Suddenly the countdown begins and you turn to everyone, their faces alight with joy and alcohol. The voices blur into one on the final three, Joe squeezes your hand and your heart races. What if you leaned over and kissed him? It would be perfect.

But another part reminds you you’d just gone through a breakup. It wouldn’t be perfect.

“Two!” The room shouts. “One!”

You watch as some of the boys kiss their girlfriends and others raise their glasses. You’re about to turn to Joe to laugh but a pair of hands grab your face and press a kiss onto your surprised mouth.

“Happy New Year Y/N. Now I’ll let it go! We’re even!” Josh winks and everyone in the room laughs. “Whoo!” Josh shouts out and turns to walk away but you to jump onto his back and he stumbles while swearing. You balance out as he stands up and everyone raises their drink.

You look out to Joe from up on Josh’s level and he grins at you, mouthing a happy new year. You mouth it back even though your heart feels like it was going to explode.

Later, once you land with your feet on the floor and tease Josh about his kissing skills. You open your Instagram (without the urge to check your ex’s) and post a picture of your champagne flute against Joe’s decorations, the one where you convinced Josh to sprinkle confetti over and over until you got the perfect picture. Happy New Year, you caption it. You look over at Joe and he looks up too, somehow always sensing your gaze on him. It’s going to be a much happier year ahead, you decide, as Joe begins walking forward to meet you halfway.