Phone Call || Joe Sugg Imagine
A/N — In the midst of writing Anatomy 5 which I’m pretty stuck with, here’s an Imagine. I didn’t really understand the second part of the request, but I did my best with what I could do. Please come let me know what you think x
- Blue x
Requested: Yeah, you lil anonymous sunshine
— Joe’s POV —
“Hi everyone! Today we are doing a couple prank calls with Y/N here!” I begin, my hands pointing towards her beautified face.
Everyone knew how beautiful she was - the way her dreamy eyes sparkled under the string rays of the sun, the way her laugh could light up a whole room just by happening. It wasn’t hard for her to tackle things, but being with me was one we still hadn’t gotten around to.
No one knew about us; no one knew we woke up next to each other, eyes burning through the sunlight casting through the curtains.
I wanted them to know - so, so badly wanted them to know - but I couldn’t. Not yet, anyway.
“Hi!” She smiles, as a chill runs up my spine courtesy of her effortless beauty.
“Ok, here’s how it works,” I begin, our fingers gently touching under the artificial light, not being able to be seen by the people looking on in a few days, “I put a number of this phone, onto my snapchat ‘by accident’ and obviously - you guys will call it. We’ll pick it up, and yeah there you go.” I continue, my fingers making the famous quotation marks.
I look to her for a second, and my eyes catch hers.
I see excitement - and fear.
She knows what the viewers are like, how protective they get. She’s seen it before. She worries about them knowing about us, whether they’ll be ok with it.
She knows some of them won’t be, but that’s expected.
I put the message on my snapchat, and just as expected - calls flood through like the barriers of a dam had snapped.
“Hello?” She answers, taking the first turn of accepting the expected calls.
“Hi, who’s this?” A girl answers, voice high and shaky - clearly fearing who sits on the other end of the unknown phone number she just called.
“Um, my name is… Gertrude.” She decides, the live wires in her brain working fast to decide a name. The name would be the character made up in our heads in the tiny space of time we had between words shared between the two callers.
“Well you were on Joe Sugg’s Snapchat story, are you his girlfriend?” The young girl asks curiously, the giggles of her friends slightly heard echoing from the background.
“Uh…” She begins, looking to me for confirmation, to which I nod, “yeah, I am actually. Why are people calling me so much?” She continues nervously - attempting to calm her shaking voice.
“Basically, something was put on his story he was meant to send to you I think. I’m not sure what you can do.” The girl on the other end of the phone replies, her brain working just as hard to find a solution for the fake problem she had fallen into.
“I don’t know either, look I’m super sorry but I need to go. Try and stop the calls for me yeah?” She replies, smiling and trying to hide the falter in the tone of her voice.
The phone is put down, and we both turn to the dreaded camera, trying to slow the beating in our chests.
“Yeah, so… ha.” I laugh nervously, my hands rubbing my thighs out of fear, “Yeah, this is Y/N and you guys kinda know her as my friend… but surprise surprise! She isn’t.” I smile, looking to her as she giggles at my nervousness mixing with hers.
“She’s my girlfriend guys, so there ya go! Sugg is not single.” I laugh, as her small hands come up to push me gently laughing.
“Hello! I’ll stay out of the way I promise.” She smiles, still wanting what she always wanted from my career.
She was always accepting of what I did, who I was around. She accepted that what I did was something that brought me so much joy, but also so much attention. She accepted that no matter what happened between us, would always be online but she was ok with everything about that.
Once the camera is turned off, turning off my online life for now, ‘I love you’ is whispered, and we both go about our days as we always did; we both carry on - the weight of the secret finally lifted off our shoulders.