REAL LIFE

Emily sought Joe out, as her search in the hotel he was staying at continued. After her feet treaded through multiple hallways in the hotel, she heard a noise that was unique to the others. Singing.

And sure enough, Joe Sugg was the voice of the singing. Like Alex had told her, he was deep into belting out Hamilton lyrics.

"You'll be back..back to me." Joe sang, his voice obviously sounding drunk. Before any attention could be attracted to Joe, Emily ran up to him and covered his mouth with her hand.

"Joe, shut up." She whispered, interrupting the chorus of You'll Be Back which Joe sang.

"Emily!" Joe screamed ecstatically, wrapping his arms tightly around the blonde. "I missed you!"

"And you've been drinking while doing that too," Emily muttered under her breath, trying to squeeze out of Joe's arms. He was taller and stronger, so there was no point.

"You know, I've been thinking about something," Joe spoke in a childish voice.

Emily narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"You! I've been thinking about how beautiful your hair is, how gorgeous you are, all of it!" Joe's hand twirled in Emily's hair.

"Yeah, you've clearly been drinking too much. We need to get you to your room." Emily broke out of Joe's grasp, and held an arm tightly around his waist.

"I do feel a bit sleepy," Joe slurred as his head dragged on Emily's shoulder, while they both walked towards Joe's room.

"No wonder. One more minute, and you would've been scaring people while singing My Shot."

Joe pouted. "I'm a good singer."

Keep telling yourself that, Emily thought. They reached Joe's room, and Emily fished into Joe's pockets to get his key card. They entered the room, and Emily let Joe flop on his bed.

"Right," Emily said. "There's a pair of pyjamas there and you need to get changed now." Emily pointed towards the bundle of clothes at the far side of the bed.

Joe groaned. "But—"

"—go!" Emily urged, half-heartedly laughing.

A couple of minutes later, Joe staggered out of the bathroom immediately knocking himself on the bed. Emily turned him over and found that he has dozed off.

Oh, Joe. Emily thought, chuckling to herself.

With slight difficulty, Emily managed to heave him within the sheets of the bed, and covered him up. Just before she was exiting the room, she grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen from the study within the hotel.

Joe,
I hope you get better. I've left
Paracetamol in your bedside drawer and Nurofen as well.
—Emily x

She placed the note next
to where Joe slept.

Just before going back to her own room, Emily scooted over to Joe and placed a kiss on his forehead

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