Backstage Meet And Greet

“Why am I doing this again?” Joe grumbles as he follows Zoe down the hallway.

“Because you’re a great brother?” She smiles over her shoulder at him, a bounce in her step.

“This singer better be good. Or else I have to have a talk with Alfie about his work schedule.”

Joe and Zoe were currently heading down the back hallway of the stadium where a singer that Zoe had become a huge fan of was performing tonight. But since the Zoella was attending, they had to get security to escort them through them around the back and into a viewing area.

It was supposed to be Alfie attending this with Zoe, he was the one who had suffered through his girlfriend listening to the singer’s music repeatedly, but yet it was Joe walking down the creepy hallway, their footsteps echoing around them and the muffled sounds of the excited crowd floating through the air. Instead of being there, Alfie was stuck in some office doing a bunch of meetings. So Zoe had practically begged Joe to come with her, promising some baked goods in exchange for coming.

Not that it would really take much for Joe to say yes to Zoe, he knew how much it meant to her that she was attending a concert. He was quite proud of her, and smiled as he watched her bounce along the hallway.

“She’s really good, I promise. And we get to meet her after!” Zoe turns around to walk backwards, grinning over at Joe. He raised an eyebrow, not realizing there was more than just the concert happening.

“We’re meeting her too?”

“Yup, I got VIP. Trust me, Joe. You’ll like her.” She winks and turns around again, heading through the door the security guard gestured towards.

“If you say so…” He sighed, nodding at the security guard as he followed his sister.

Joe was hooked from the moment she walked on to the stage. Y/N. That was her name. His eyes never left her the entire time she was singing, and when the concert came to an end, he was slightly disappointed. Until Zoe reminded him that they were heading backstage to meet her.

“Alright?” Zoe glanced over at her brother as Joe fidgeted with his jacket zipper.

“What? Oh, yeah, fine.” He smiled at her, trying to figure out why he was so nervous.

“Right in here.” The security guard smiled as he opened the door, revealing a basic green room. “She’ll be in soon.”

“Thank you!” Zoe beamed at him before he closed the door.

“Are we the only ones?” Joe asked, looking around the room.

“Maybe, who knows.” She replied, taking a seat on the couch. “Did you enjoy the concert?” She had a knowing smile on her face, which only made Joe more nervous.

“More than I expected, yeah.” He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. Before he could say anything else, muffled voices carried through the door, growing louder.

The door swung open to reveal a small group of people, with Y/N in the middle.

“Oh wow, it really is you.” The singer was looking at Zoe, a disbelieving smile on her face. “When they told me Zoe Sugg was doing a backstage meet and greet, I laughed. Not at you. But because I thought my manager was playing a joke. I’m a huge fan of your videos. And now I’m rambling. Hi.” Y/N finished with a small half wave, and Joe smiled over at her from his spot, loving that she wasn’t some high maintenance diva.

“Well I’m a huge fan of yours! So lovely to meet you!” Zoe stood from the couch walking over to hug Y/N hello, both the girls having a brief moment of awe. “Oh, and this is my brother, Joe.” Zoe gestured to Joe, who pushed himself off the wall to take a few steps closer.

“Hi.” He smiled at the singer, their eyes meeting. He felt a small spark when they did, as cheesy as it sounded, and he couldn’t drag his eyes away.

“Oh, hello.” She smiled back, a small blush forming on her cheeks.

“He really enjoyed your concert.” Zoe’s voice broke their trance, and he looked over to see that knowing smirk on her face.

“I’m glad you did.” Y/N directed the words at Joe. “This is going to sound crazy,” She laughs suddenly, shaking her head. “But I’m starving, so do you both want to join me for a quick bite to eat?”

“I think that sounds lovely. Joe?” Zoe nudged her brother in the side, a telltale sign that she would not let him say no.

“I’d love to.” He replied, smiling again at Y/N.

Joe was very happy that Alfie wasn’t able to attend the concert that night.

Shocktober at Tulley’s Farm || Joe

Request: Please can you write a Joe imagine about going to that shocktober fest thing with everyone?

these vlogs are always my favorite! I always wish I could go, not even neccessarily with the youtube squad. wouldn’t it just be a cool place to go? anyway, this went a little longer than I planned, but I hope you enjoy it xx


The Halloween season was in full swing. Leaves were changing color, scary films were on every channel, and the shops started selling giant bags of candy at half price. You were already thriving off of the autumnal vibes. You constantly bundled up in scarves and sweaters, drinking hot chocolate or pumpkin spice lattes, and often forcing your boyfriend, Joe, to join you in a festival fall photo shoot down the colorful streets of London. This was most certainly one of the greatest times of year. Perhaps, you would argue, even better than Christmas.

Today was the day you and Joe would join some of your YouTube friends at Tulley’s Farm for Shocktober. You were ecstatic. While you were a baby when it came to scary things (you always screamed the loudest at jump scares in the horror films) you somehow loved them. It was something about always being on the edge of your seat and never knowing what was around the corner that excited you; as long as you managed not to shit your pants.

When you and Joe arrived at Tulley’s, the whole group was already there. You made your rounds, hugging Jim, Caspar, Zoe, Alfie, Niomi, Mark, and all the others before quickly finding yourself at Joe’s side again. Joe laughed as you clung to him, your eyes darting around as if expecting a clown to emerge even whilst you were simply in the queue. “You’re so cute when you’re scared,” he teased you, pushing your hat down above your eyes. You pouted and adjusted it back on your head.

“Not scared,” you replied. “Just excited and a little tens-” You weren’t able to finish your sentence because someone snuck up behind you and grabbed your shoulders, shouting in your ear and causing you to scream. You turned and slapped Caspar’s arm.

“Right,” Joe laughed, pulling you close to him again. “Not scared.”

The first thing the group did was ride the haunted hayride. You were seated in between Joe and Jim, your hand gripping Joe’s tightly. Your adrenaline was pumping so hard, you jumped as soon as the tractor started moving. Joe just kept laughing at you. However, as soon as people started jumping on the truck, his laughter quickly ceased and was replaced with strings of curse words. You could tell he was trying to act tough. Whenever you jumped or screamed, he would wrap his arm tighter around you. You knew he was inwardly shitting his pants too. You both were having a blast though. Something about being scared was just fun to you two. Secretly, a part of you just enjoyed finding another reason to be close to Joe, and secretly, a part of Joe enjoyed that too.

Once you left the tractor ride, you were whisked away to the actual haunted house portion. There were different rooms and corridors, many filled with different themes. You and Joe were towards the front of the group, meaning you were always the first to be targeted for a jump scare. People with blood covering their faces would approach you with hunched backs, jumping in your face and screaming. Joe always yelled back, as if trying to get them to shut up. You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Bloody hell, (Y/N), what are you laughing at?” he asked wide-eyed.

“No matter how many times you tell them to shut up, they won’t listen,” you teased. Before Joe could make a snarky reply back, a zombie man jumped out and startled another scream out of the group.

When you got to the clown room, Joe’s mood shifted slightly. You could tell a part of him was a tad more afraid than before; Joe always did hate clowns. Whenever one jumped out at him, he would grab you and hide behind you. “Quit using me as a shield!” you laughed, pulling him out from behind you. “Buck up, babe!” Joe stood up straight and puffed out his chest.

“I don’t know what you’re on abo-”

Once again, he was interrupted, this time, by a clown making some sort of hysterical noise that was between a laugh and a scream. “Oi! Leave us alone!” Joe finally fake-whined. “I just want to go home!” The girl just laughed again. “No! Stop it!” Everyone was laughing at Joe until the next person jumped out and made them scream.

You got to the last room which was filled with scary men covered in blood carrying chainsaws. “Fuck this!” Joe shouted. The man ran up to him, holding the chain saw high in the air. “I just want to get through!” Joe told him. The man just yelled again and waved the chainsaw closer to you. “Okay, okay, I get it you’re not ready for us to leave!” You laughed and pushed Joe forward, urging him closer to the door. As the man charged towards the rest of the group, you and Joe managed to escape the haunted house.

You immediately burst out laughing as soon as you were on the safe side. “Bloody hell, (Y/N)!” Joe laughed with you. “I really didn’t think you were going to make it out of there without shitting yourself!”

“Me?” you laughed. “I’m sorry, but who was crying about going home as soon as Miss Flirty Clown approached him?”

“She was flirting with me?” Joe asked sarcastically. “Huh, never thought I’d be able to pull a clown. Maybe I should go back in there and get her number.”

“Oh yeah, let me know how it goes getting past chainsaw man.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s not worth it. I’ll have to find someone else, then.” He paused. “Say, are you single?”

“Ah, no, sorry, I’m actually taken by some loser who hid behind me during half of the attraction.”

“Sounds like an arse.”

“Mm, only a little.”

Joe laughed and wrapped his arms around you. Before he could place a gentle kiss to your lips, Alfie and Caspar ran up to you and grabbed you both, screaming in your ears causing you to jump. “I hate you boys!” you laughed at them, slapping them repeatedly. Joe was doubled over laughing at you. You rolled your eyes playfully and ran over to him, jumping on his back and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What are you doing, monkey?” he asked.

“I thought you said you liked it when I ride you?”

Joe laughed loudly and bounced you up a little higher on his back. “You cheeky thing,” he teased.

“Come on lovebirds!” Jim called to the two of you. The group had started walking towards the exit of the farm without you two even realizing. “We’re going out for some coffee and hot chocolate.”

“Yay!” you cheered from Joe’s back. “Onward, trusty steed!” Joe laughed and ran to catch up with the rest of the group. You grinned and kissed his cheek, but not before briefly turning your head to make sure no zombie was chasing you to your cars.

Meet And Great Panic

Y/N stood in line, her feet tired, but worth the long wait. It had been about an hour, but now she was nearing the front, and that meant the meet and greet was almost over. She had ended up near the end of the line, a small group of girls behind her, all giggling excitedly together about the fact that they were getting to meet Joe Sugg.

Y/N smiled to herself, knowing she had already had the privilege of meeting him a few times before. Joe actually recognized her the past two times they met, smiling brightly as he had pulled her into a hug. She was looking forward to seeing him again, grateful for the opportunity once again.

She shifted on her feet as she heard the girls giggle behind her, seeming to grow in volume. Their voices turned hushed, and from the corner of her eye, Y/N could see them glancing at her and pointing. Doing her best to ignore them, she stared straight ahead, watching the line shift forward. But as she watched Joe greet the next person, Y/N could feel the stares of the group behind her, and the whispers seemed to grow heavy around her.

Hunching her shoulders slightly, her eyes scanned the small line in front of her, and fell on Joe again. This time though his eyes met hers as well, and he sent a smile her way. Y/N smiled back, feeling a small bit of relief flood her chest. He recognized her, she could see it in her eyes. And not much longer until she could talk to him again. But for now, she had to wait, and watched as he turned his attention to the next fan.

Taking in a breath, Y/N tried to ignore the whispering that seemed to pick up in strength. She wrapped her arms around herself, ignoring the prickling feel along her skin. The next wave of giggling caused her breathing to increase slightly, and they seemed to move closer to her.

“What a weirdo…”

“All by herself…”

“Such a loser…”

The words floated over to her, and Y/N risked glancing over at them, only to see smirks directed at her, smug looks on their face. They were talking about her. Looking away from them and to the person’s back in front of her, Y/N did her best to remain calm, even as she could feel the air leave her lungs. Blinking, she held the tears at bay, wanting to just leave, but also wanting to see Joe. Yet the whispering and giggling continued, and Y/N could feel the panic attack building in her chest.

There was only two people in front of her now, but suddenly she couldn’t breath, and the world was blurry with unshed tears. Suddenly she felt one of the girls nudge her forcefully, causing her to stumble slightly. Unable to handle anymore, Y/N turned and fled, the girls full laughter following her out of the room.

Leaning against the wall in the hallway, she tried to catch her breath, but found it difficult, which only made it worse. The tears streamed down her face, and Y/N felt horrified. She had debated coming on her own to this meet and greet, and had almost not, because she felt weird going alone, but had convinced herself otherwise. A big mistake. Her legs and hands shook, and she let her knees give out, sliding down the wall and to the floor. Bringing her knees to her chest, she buried her face, and tried to fight through the pain in her chest.

Distracted by the sound of her ragged breathing, she didn’t hear the footsteps echoing against the wall, stopping in front of her. Y/N jumped slightly at the hand on her shoulder, lifting her eyes to meet Joe’s.

“Breathe.” He told her calmly, his hand moving up and down her arm. “In and out, I know you can do it, Y/N. I’ve seen you breathe before.” He lifted his lips in a half smile, attempting a joke to distract her.

He kept talking to her soothingly, waiting until her breathing had calmed down, before he sat on the floor beside her, the sides of their bodies touching.

“Thanks.” Y/N mumbled, wiping the remaining tears off her cheeks.

“You alright now?” Joe asked, turning his head to look at her. “I got pretty worried when you ran out.”

“You noticed?”

“How could I not? I was excited to see you in the line! And then suddenly you were running out, so close to the front. I knew something was wrong.”

“I should have never come alone.” Her arms remained wrapped tightly around her knees.

“Is that what this was about?” Joe had an adorably confused look on his face as he studied her.

“Kind of…the girls behind me had been giggling and whispering for a while before. I guess it all just got to me.” She shrugged.

“You just have to ignore them, love.” He nudged his shoulder with hers. “They aren’t worth the stress. Or my attention. I left right after you. So how about we get out of here and go get a coffee?”

“What about your meet and greet?”

“I was done anyways.” Joe stood, holding out a hand to help her up. “Come on, let’s go get some coffee. I think it’s about time we talk for more than two minutes.” He smiled as Y/N stood in front of him, their fingers linking together.

“Sounds lovely to me.” She said, returning his smile.

How Well Do We Know Each Other [Joe Sugg Imagine]

“Y/N?”,you hear Joe.

“Yeah?”,you answer while scrolling through your instagram feed, and chilling in bed.
It’s already quite late and you are basically just waiting for Joe to come to bed,but it looks like he has other plans.

“You wanna film a video for tomorrow?”

You give him a confused look,but still ask what video.
He tells you that lots of his viewers have wanted a How Well Do You Know Each Other.A sigh escapes your mouth.“C'mon babe,I mean you don’t even have to wash your face after it…if you know me.”,he says with a grin.

After a few minutes you both sit on the edge of your bed with paper plates and cream.

“Today I’m joined by my wonderful tired girlfriend Y/N” “HI!!” “and we’re gonna ask each other questions and see how well we know each other!”

You start with the first question,which is pretty basic “What’s my favourite colour?”
And as Joe isn’t such a bad boyfriend he answers that pretty good.

The video continues like that.
Joe asks you about his favourite cartoons as a kid, where you obviously have to guess, but it’s still the right answer.
‘‘Okay!’‘,you say ‘‘Where do I spend my most money on?’‘
‘‘Make-up!’‘, Joe almost screams ”Correct”, you laugh.
“Even if you don’t have to,love.’’, he says, which makes you blush. You punch him playfully in the arm and tell him that’s it’s his turn.
He asks what his dreamcar is, which is an Audi R8.

As you haven’t planned what kind of questions to ask Joe, you have to think for a while until you come up with something.

“Oh, how would I name my daughter?”, you grin, because you do exactly know that you only talked about this like one time.

“WHAT?How am I supposed to know that?You never told me.”
“I did!”,you laugh.    ‘‘Well,actually I should know right?”, you hear Joe mumbling to himself while he pulls a funny face.

“Emma?” “Nope.”, you smile while lifting up the plate with cream ‘‘No no no no wait.”, your lovely boyfriend protests.
You give him one more guess which turns out to be “Lauren” and is also wrong.
You laugh while Joe has already cream in his face.

“I would call her”, you stop to hold back your laugh ‘‘Shaniqua!”
“What?You can’t call our daughter the same name as Caspar’s doll!”, he says while you laugh but stop when you realize that he just said “our”.
“Awww”, you squeal. He gives you a confused look “You said our daughter oh my god Joe!”, you laugh while putting your hands on his cheeks and tease him.

“Well, that was it for today’s video, hope you enjoyed!”, he says while blushing a little bit.


The curtains fluttered as the early autumn breeze blew from the cracked window. A beam of sunlight danced on her hard wood floor. Y/N could hear children laughing and playing from the street below. The muted tinkling of her leaf embossed wind chime floated through her balcony doors. She sighed deeply, burying her face into her down-filled pillow.  

The day was too beautiful to be feeling the way she was right now.

It seemed like an astronomical weight was pulling her heart right into her stomach. Her brain was dashing a hundred miles a second. She had tried all the grounding techniques she knew. She’d been counting to 10 continuously for the past 5 minutes. It wasn’t helping.

She knew it would pass. It always did. But, in this moment, she felt so bone crushingly alone.

Ever since she was younger, she always felt as though she didn’t fit. No matter where she was, it didn’t feel like home. Whether it was with family, friends or past relationships, she knew in her gut that something was missing. She had always felt like a burden, or that she wasn’t really wanted. Her last relationship made good work of etching that self-doubt into her brain and solidifying that she didn’t belong anywhere.

Y/N had recently moved to London, no more than 3 months ago. The transition had been surprisingly smooth. When she visited in the past, she fell in love with the city and the people in it. Her journey to the U.K. had obvious career benefits on top of satisfying her need to return. She had made several friends and grew closer to them day after day. But, the main reason she relocated was for him.

It was odd to think that a little more than a year ago she was drudging through the darkest time of her life. Joe had been her light, guiding her through the deep. When she was at her lowest, he was there to drag her to her feet. No questions asked. To this day, he still was. With Joe, she felt heard. She felt appreciated. She felt wanted. Needed, even.

But, her battered heart always caused her to doubt. What if she was playing herself? What if she was just wishing these things into being? What if it wasn’t true?

This train of thought would cause her to analyze and catastrophize and spiral and next thing she knew she’d be paralyzed by it.

And that’s where Y/N was now. On the cold, wood floor, clinging to her pillow, her knuckles white from the strain. Her therapist told her to use her grounding techniques. Well, she was on the ground. Did that count?

Her phone began to buzz against the kitchen counter.

Buzz. Please, just be a text. Buzz. Group chat? Buzz. Phone call. Shit.

For half a second she considered just ignoring it, but her anxiety forced her to get up and slump over to her phone.

Joe’s goofy face displayed on the caller I.D. She answered.

“Hello?” Y/N stretched her stiff back, grunting when it popped.

“Ellooo,” Joe’s chipper voice filtered through. “Alright?’

“Yeah, never better,” she droned, glaring at the discarded pillow on the floor. “How are you?”

He chuckled. Her chest immediately felt a fraction lighter at the sound.

“One of those days, huh?” he drawled good-naturedly.

She ran her palm down her face, “Yeah, one of those days.”

“Well, love. I might just have the cure for that.”

Her lips tugged slightly at the corners, “Oh, is that so?”

“Mhmm. I stopped by the shops after I left the office, and you know what I found?”

She leaned against the counter, “Not a clue, but I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”


She couldn’t help but smile at the brightness in his voice. “That was one of my favorites when I was a kid.”

“I know. You told me,” he said matter-of-factly, obviously proud of himself. “Not to worry, Y/N. You’ll be reunited with your goblin king again!”

She let out a small giggle and felt her heart warm at his comment.

Y/N had told him forever ago, after a couple of beers, that when she was younger she used to call to the goblin king at night, asking him to take her away.

Of course he’d remember that.

“So, how about it? I bring Labyrinth, you order pizza?”


She finally showered and changed into some clean, comfortable clothes while she waited. The pizza arrived a little after Joe finally made it to her flat.

Giddy with excitement, Joe wolfed down a slice of pizza, put the disc in, and tucked himself under one of Y/N’s faux fur blankets in record time. When the menu music started to play, he looked over with a boyish smile, lifting up some of the cover for her. “Come on then.” He patted the spot beside him.

As soon as she curled up to him, he pressed play.

She was nestled in tight against Joe’s side, under a mess of fuzzy blankets. The warmth and comfort of their position begged her eyes to close but she couldn’t. Not only because she was trying so hard to concentrate on the film, but the weight on her heart from earlier was still annoyingly present. Only now, it felt as though it had morphed into less of a mass, and more of a static cloud. She found herself constantly having to tap her fingers together or shake her leg.

It was horridly distracting and she wished her body would just cut it out. Not only was it irritating for her, she could imagine it was annoying for Joe as well. But, he never said a word, just kept his arm tucked around her shoulders, tracing lazy circles with his fingers on her hip. Whenever her twitching became a bit more erratic, he’d put more pressure on his strokes, consequently causing her movements to slow.

It wasn’t until more than half-way through the movie that she realized he had been grounding her. Whether intentionally or not, she didn’t know. She couldn’t help but to be slightly stunned. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Every time she had moments of anxiety and stress, whether triggered or not, he automatically made sure he was touching her anyway possible. A hand to the small of her back, his chin on her head, his thigh to her thigh. Without fail, it always calmed her down.

She was surged with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. What did she do to deserve this human? It’s one thing to find someone who will understand you and put up with your quirks, but another thing entirely to find someone who knew you so deeply, they reacted to the changes in your emotions as if it were second nature to them. To be centered by that someone’s touch alone, it was unbelievable to her.

Maybe, for once in her life, she was where she was supposed to be.

She flinched as a drop of wet slapped against her hand. Y/N hadn’t noticed that she had begun to cry. She looked up to see that the credits were rolling. She hadn’t even been paying attention to the last 20 minutes of the movie.

Joe’s thumb swiped across her cheek, drying stray tears. His ocean blue eyes stared into hers for a moment before laying a delicate kiss on her forehead.

Instinctively, she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his middle and burying her face into his chest.

He shifted so he could easily pull her into his lap, snaking his arms around her waist, his hands splayed on her back.

Y/N timed her breaths to the rise and fall of Joe’s chest, counting his heartbeats.


She slowly looked up at the sound of his voice.

“What’s on your mind, love?” His eyes shone with concern.

Y/N just looked at him, slowly studying him. His so blue eyes with silver starbursts around the pupils. The curve of his mouth from his frown. The furrow bunched between his brows from worry. The sharp edges of his jaw. The soft shadows cast from his high, prominent cheekbones.

She pulled her gaze back to his eyes, the lines around them softer as he observed her back.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She wet her lips and swallowed. Joe waited patiently. She tried again.

“I want to…,” she breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, willing the tremors in her voice to go away. “I just want to belong.”

The tension between Joe’s brows visibly relaxed as he looked at her with mild surprise. His grip on her tightened a bit.

“I’ve never felt as though I did, no matter where I was. But then,” she brushed her thumb along his bottom lip, her eyes following the movement. “You came along.”

He took her curled hand into his own, kissing the back of her thumb. His own began to stroke her palm slowly. His gaze met hers, silently encouraging her to continue.

“You’ve helped me be the happiest I’ve ever been. When I’m with you, I feel safe,” she gave him a small teary-eyed smile. “When I’m with you, I feel like I’m finally home.”

He smiled back, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Joe’s other hand wiping away new tears from her face. “Then, why the tears? What’s been bothering you?”

Her face fell slightly, her eyes downcast, “Even though I feel this way, I always doubt that it’s real or mutual.” She took in a shaky breath, “Maybe I’m just imagining it. Maybe I’m just overthinkin-“

Joe’s fingers under her chin, gently pulling her face up to look at him stopped her in her tracks.

“You’re not, Y/N,” he breathed. “You’re not overanalyzing. You’re not seeing more than what’s there. You’re not alone in this.”

For a moment, they did nothing but stare at each other, their bodies still entwined.

“It didn’t take me long to know that I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,” he smiled as he brushed a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear. “I was lost before I met you. My only purpose was in my career and even that was rocky sometimes. But once you walked into my life, I knew where my place was.”

The tears flowed freely down Y/N’s cheeks now, her hand squeezing Joe’s.  

“You are my home, Y/N,” he hushed, his face inching closer to hers. “You always have been.”

She grasped the front of his shirt, pulling him in and closing the gap between their lips. Her eyes sliding shut, Y/N let out a soft sigh as Joe buried his fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss. His breath hitched when she responded in kind. The dampness from Y/N’s cheeks transferred to Joe’s, their noses bumping occasionally, but they didn’t care. All that mattered in that moment was pouring all sentiment and emotion into each other, willing the other to know the depth of the impact they had made.

The kiss began to slow, their heartrates steadying. After a few lazy pecks, her eyes fluttered open, and stared into Joe’s, now dilated, ones. He pulled her into him, holding on tight. Her face nestled into the crook of his neck, breathing in the vanilla musk of his cologne mixed with his natural scent.

“You belong, Y/N,” he whispered to her. “You belong right here with me.”

She felt a smile take over her face.

“I’m home.”


“You comfy, love?” You hear Joe ask you from your position in front of him. Caspar, Jack, Conor, Oli, Joe, and yourself were all sat together on a field, waiting for a fireworks show to begin. All around you were families, friends, and couples sitting together, enjoying the warm summer evening.

“Very.” You reply, leaning your back against his chest as his arms wrap around your waist, both of your legs sticking out in front of you. The rest of your group were sat on either side of you, joking around with each other, entertaining themselves until the sky was dark enough.

As the warning firework shot into the sky, a wave of excitement spread throughout the crowd, and you felt Joe chuckle against your back as you squirmed a bit, your own excitement growing.

“You’re adorable.” He said, kissing your head. You turn to stick your tongue out at him, but your attention is drawn back to the sky as it lights up from the first couple of fireworks.

A smile spreads across your lips as your eyes follow the movement of the different sparks flickering across the night sky.

Joe started to watch the fireworks, but his eyes were drawn to your face instead. He loved seeing the look of pure happiness on your face, your eyes sparkling like the fireworks in the sky above. The different colours chased each other across your skin, Joe’s eyes tracking the movement of the shadows. A smile spread across his own lips as you gasped at the different shapes and colours in the sky, clearly enjoying yourself.

Your eyes meet his briefly, and you say something about how they look, but Joe doesn’t even hear you over the various bangs echoing from the sky, followed by the cheers from the crowd around you, but he knows it won’t matter, he already has an idea of what you were saying.

The final firework lights up the sky, a loud bang following it as the remaining sparks fall slowly towards the water below it. A loud cheer erupts from the crowd sat across the field, including the small group you sat in.

“That was great!” Caspar jumps up, bouncing on his feet.

“They went all out with this one, didn’t they?” Jack grins, standing beside Caspar.

The rest of the guys agree and slowly stand, Joe pulling you up to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around your waist once again.

“Did you enjoy yourself, love?” He asks, kissing you lightly on the lips after you nod.

“I didn’t want it to end.” You frown a little, your eyes looking around at everyone slowly walking across the field. “They never seem to go on long enough.”

“I’m sure we’ll find more fireworks soon.” Joe laughs, pulling you into a hug.

“Come on, lovebirds! Let’s get moving before the crowd gets crazy.” Conor calls to you guys, the rest of them having already started the trek back to the car.

“Don’t want to get left behind.” Joe grins down at you, stepping away and taking your hand in his. “That, and I have no idea how to get home!”

Laughing, you both hurry to catch up with the others, the smoke from the fireworks swirling in the sky behind you.