Joe Sugg Imagines

Hungover Snuggles

You and Joe went out last night. Now, Joe didn't drink, but you sure did.

Joe dropped you off at your flat and then went back to his last night. He knew that you would be extremely hungover.

It was about 3:45 and Joe knew that you weren't awake. You hadn't responded to any of his texts.

Joe decided that it would be a good idea to come and give you some snuggles. He knew that you had never had a hangover this bad.

Joe walked 5 minutes to your flat building. He used his key to get into your flat.

He tiptoed into your room and opened the door.

"WAKE UP YA LITTLE SHIT. ITS NEARLY 4," Joe yelled and flicked on the lights. You yanked the blanket up over your eyes.

"Turn off the lights," you groaned under the blankets. Joe flicked them back off.

He walked over to the side of your bed. He sat down on the edge and tried to pry the covers off of your face.

"Leave me alone," you groaned and scooted down the bed.

"No. I know you're hungover," Joe said and tried to pull you up.

"No shit Sherlock," you scooted back up, but still not opening your eyes.

"Here," Joe said and pulled his round sunglasses off the top of his head and rested them on your face. You slowly opened your eyes.

"Is that better?" Joe asked and slipped his shoes off.

"Muhum," you mumbled and half way sat up.

"That's good," Joe slid into bed with you. He rested his arm over your slouched shoulders.

"Do you need anything?" He asked you and began to rub your arm.

"Medicine......and snuggles," you said and adjusted your body so you were comfortable.

Joe reached over to your bedside table and grabbed your pain killers out of your drawer. He grabbed the water bottle on your bedside table and handed them both to you. You took your medicine and pulled the cover back up to your neck.

"Now baby, you can't sleep anymore because if you sleep too much, you won't be able to sleep tonight," Joe said and scooted down so you could rest your head on his chest. You wrapped your arms around his lower torso and pushed your head into his chest. He kissed the top of your head.

"Last night was fun," he said and ran his fingers through your hair.

"I don't remember any of it," you chuckled.

"I have an idea," Joe said out of no where.

"What?"  You asked and looked up at him.

"Where are your Harry Potter books?" He asked. You pointed to your bookshelf.

"We can re-read them," he suggested.

"Ooh I like that idea," you agreed and sat up a little bit after he got up to go get the books.

Joe got back into bed and opened "Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone"

You snugged up under his arm and listened to his soft reading voice.

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I feel like I need to update all of you guys on my current (I guess I could call it) state.

So my grandpa is still here. Most of my family is too. It's hard on all of us. My grandpa gets tired easily and having all of us over at his house is fun, but not helping him any. But he does say that he's loving the attention. My grandma is going through certain things that make her unable to do some things and she gets tired easily.

I was talking with my grandpa alone yesterday. God, was it hard. It was such a great talk, but man, I'm gonna miss him so much. And what he said to me really touched me.

We started talking about how he should have kept playing the piano. He played it for 13 years straight. He was encouraging me to stick with my music. He says that I have a gift. But then he told me that I have a lot more of life to live. And that's when I started to cry. Luckily, he didn't ask my why I was crying. It's because my whole middle school experience has been hard. Many times have I thought "no one needs me here. No one would care if I left" now none of my friends know that I've felt this way. And neither do my parents. I always try to act happy and excited, but when I get home, I cry. Everyday. I cry myself to sleep. And every night I think "no one really needs me. No one would care if I left" and that's why my grandpa made me cry. When he told me that I have a long and amazing life to life, that's the first thing I thought about. Was how I think of that all the time. My grandpa told me this for a good reason. I know it. And that why, I'm going to try and get through this.

I bet y'all are falling out of your seats bc I'm so boring. And you guys probably think I'm doing this for attention. I'm not. I just told you because I need someone to talk to sometimes. And I want you all to know that ALL OF YOU. EACH AND EVERH SINGLE ONE OF YOU have a long and amazing life to live. So I want all of you to comment and tell me if you've ever done or thought about doing something to harm yourself. (Bc I know I have) And I want all of you to know that I'm here for you. And I appreciate all of you.

SORRY FOR THE BORING SPEECH BUT IM 2K AWAY FROM RELEASING THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY NEW FANFICTION.

I love all of you,
Emily.

<damn the an was longer than the imagine itself 😂>