Silent Treatment // Joe Sugg
Word Count- 723
Hiii. I wanted to request an imagine about you giving Joe the silent treatment? Like, he forgets something important to me and I give him the silentbl treatment? Can you do it? Please? Thank you ❤❤❤
Joe knew he had messed up, but he also thought you were overreacting. He had forgotten your mother’s birthday dinner. But what really iced the cake was that he had yet to meet your parents. He was supposed to meet them that night yet when you called him asking where he was, all you got was his voicemail.
So when you were stood in the middle of the living room waiting for him to come home, Joe wasn’t surprised.
“Where were you?” you had asked, hands on hips.
“Babe, I’m so-” he had begun saying.
“Where the hell were you?” you interrupted.
“I went out with the boys,” he sighed, plopping onto the couch.
You chuckled, “Nice. You stood me up and went out with the boys. How lovely.”
“I said I was sorry!” he stood up.
“And???” you shouted. “That doesn’t change anything Joe! My parents waited all night to meet the man I speak so highly of. An apology doesn’t mean shit right now.”
“Stop overreacting” he said as he walked past you to your shared bedroom.
“Where are you going?” you asked.
“To bed! Its half past two in the morning,” he replied, not turning around.
“Whose fault is that?” you mumble under your breath as you sat on the couch.
“Excuse me?” he questioned, reappearing in the doorway.
“Nothing,” you sigh.
“No, tell me!” he demanded, walking further into the room.
“I just find it funny that you went out all night and are complaining about it being two in the bloody morning. If you choose to go out, you shouldn’t complain about the consequences, that’s all.” You shrugged, opening your laptop.
“God you’re so fucking annoying sometimes!” he shouted. “You know that right? Sometimes you just really know how to annoy the shit out of me!”
“Then don’t be around me,” you said simply, getting more annoyed by the second.
“Just, please don’t talk to me.” He sighed once again before turning around and going to your room.
“If that’s the game you wanna play, then fine.” You whispered to yourself.
It had been 2 days since your and Joes argument, and things were tense. At first he hadn’t noticed what you were doing, he just assumed you weren’t in the mood. It wasn’t until he had asked you if you wanted to try the new dish he had made that he realized you were giving him the silent treatment.
At first he laughed it off. But when you continued to ignore him on even the smallest of things, Joe began to panic.
On the outside you were completely blank, but on the inside you were having the time of your life. Seeing Joe panic normally wouldn’t make you laugh, but he deserved it.
You had just closed the book that you had been reading for the past week. You were now headed to the bathroom to shower. But something stopped you right before you walked into your room.
“I don’t know what to do, Zoe.” He whispered into the phone.
A few moments passed then you heard, “I tried, but she’s not budging.”
You leaned against the wall, eager to see what Joe had to say about the situation.
“Of course I regret it! But I can’t change the past,” he sighed. “Yes… no… yes. Zo, you don’t understand. She won’t even acknowledge me. I don’t know how to apologize.”
Guilt started to rise in you, but then you remember why you were doing this. He embarrassed you and your parents. He chose partying over you; you had a right to be upset.
“No!” he said loudly. “Please don’t say anything. I need to fix it myself. Yeah, okay. Thanks Zoe… alright, bye. Love you too.”
After he hung up, the door opened faster than you could walk away.
“Oh, hi.” He said with a small smile. “Look, Y/n-”
“What?” he asked, taken aback by your voice.
“You know what you did wrong and that’s all that matters,” you smiled.
“So, you’re not mad?”
“Oh no, I’m furious.”
“Oh,” he sighed.
“But I have a few ideas on how you can apologize,” you wrapped your hands around his neck.
“And what would those be?” he smiled, pulling your body flush against his.
“Let me show you,” you whispered, pulling his head down to meet yours.