Lovestruck - a Joseph Quinn fan fiction.

Chapter thirteen- ripe tomatoes.

After taking a shower you both get dressed, you put on some baggy jeans and a white, short sleeved shirt. You let your wet hair hang down, knowing it would be dry in an hour or so. Joseph was wearing baggy jeans and a black shirt, which he later pulled a Metallica sweater over.

You make the two of you some pancakes, Joseph obviously eating most of them, in a new time record. After helping you clean the dishes he spends some time on his phone whilst you do the same.

It was 1 pm now, only 3 more hours until the taxi would pick Joseph up. You offered to bring him to the airport, but he said it would be too crowded and he didn't feel like being followed around, probably scared the paparazzi would see the two of you- you agreed.

"Shall we bake a cake?" Joseph's voice woke you up from your thoughts, you were both on the couch now; you were leaning your head against his shoulder, but looked up at him when he asked.

"Sure!" the both of you hop of the couch and head to the kitchen, you lay down the ingredients whilst Joseph washes his hands after taking of his sweater and throwing it on one of the dining chairs. "Chocolate or red velvet?" you ask whilst holding two boxes of cake mixes up in the air. Joseph looks at each for a few seconds, raising his eyebrows- causing some wrinkles in his forehead. He was clearly thinking hard, you had already found out how serious food was to him, you couldn't help but laugh when he lifted up his hand to put his chin on it. "Oh, come on now"

"Chocolate" he says, taking the box out of your hand whilst you put the other back in the cabinet. You pre-heat the oven whilst Joseph cracks some eggs and starts making the dough, you couldn't help but notice the veins in his arms whilst he was kneading it. Sure, Joseph wasn't the most muscly guy you had ever seen- however his big hands, veins in his arms and slim chest turned you on. But to be honest- you loved every little thing about him; his messy curls, his raspy voice in the morning, the small smile lines when he smiles, the wrinkles in his forehead when he raises his eyebrows....

"Here you go" you say putting down a cake pan in front of him after rubbing it with some butter. Joseph throws the dough in it as if it was a ball thrown in a laundry basket (get the joke?) You decide to take a picture of him with his phone, which he gladly posed to with the pan in his hands.

"Beautiful!" he says with a wide grin, showing you those smile lines you love so much. He puts the pan in the oven, you set the timer as he turns his body back to you. "I'm just going to pack my stuff" he says, reality kicking in. You nod a few times, noticing the rather sad look on his face.

"I have put your clean laundry next to your suitcase" you say with a small smile, he replies with a nod before going upstairs. You clean the kitchen a bit before leaning against the counter, looking down at the beautiful ring around your finger, admiring it when you hear Joseph coming down the stairs again with his suitcase in one of his hands and a bag in his other. "Found everything?"

"Yes, thank you" he replies with a thankful smile, placing the suitcase in the hallway and walking into the kitchen, placing the bag on the dining table before giving you a kiss on your forehead "I'm going to miss you"

"I'm going to miss you too....so much" you reply, feeling a knot in your stomach when you hear the clock strike 2- only two more hours until he would be leaving. He leans forward to you, his hands on each side of your body leaning against the counter. "You better text and call me every ten minutes" you say with a playful grin.

"Oh, but I will, you will grow sick of me in a day or two" he replies, kissing your lips.

"I don't think I could ever do so" you reply with a smile, but serious about what you were saying. He lays one of his hands on your cheeks before pulling you in for another kiss.