Since I Met You | Joe Sugg x Reader

Chapter Twenty Eight

Trying not to wake Joe, I slowly slide out of the bed, doing it successfully. I then walk out to my bathroom, looking myself in the mirror; horrified at the unexpected reflection. It didn't even cross my mind that I'd end up with cuts and bruises all over my face along with two dark black eyes. Tears instantly build up at the sight, I never thought Liam could do this to me. Though I don't like him anymore, I haven't for a long time, it still hurts that he would do something like this. Especially when I once thought we were in love. Sneaking back into the bedroom, I take my makeup and go back to the bathroom, setting my makeup down and sighing. First, I wash my face, hissing as the soapy water stings my sensitive skin. Then I dry it by patting a towel gently on my face before taking my highest coverage foundation. As I begin to apply it with a brush Joe's head peeks around the door, concern on his face. I stop, looking at him shamefully, I don't want him to see me like this, though he already did in the hospital and last night, the thing is I didn't have a clue I looked like this. He comes over to me, taking the brush and setting it down, gazing into my eyes lovingly.

"You don't have to cover your face." He smiles, kissing my cut lips softly. I look down but he takes his hand to my chin making me look up at him. He takes the towel I used to pat my face dry, running it under the tap before gently wiping away the small amount of makeup that made it onto my face.

"I don't want you to see this." I whisper, a wobble in my voice.

"You're beautiful." He smiles, kissing me again. I bury my face in his chest, smiling at his kind words.

"Can we go back to bed?" I ask, smiling up at him. He nods his head, leading me back to the bed where we cuddle up together and fall asleep only to soon wake up to the ring of my phone. "Hello?" I answer groggily, sadly breaking away from Joe's arms and sitting up.

"Hello, it's your mother." I sigh, knowing that her calls are never to have a normal catch up chat.

"Hi, mum."

"Jackie told me what happened with Liam. How come you never said anything about how you and him had broken everything off? How come you never told me how violent he gotten with you, how could you let him do that to you?" Her voice is full of annoyance rather than sympathy like most mums would give when you break up with someone and that they got violent with you. Like at all of her comments anger bubbles up inside of me and unlike every other time I snap and don't care about how she might feel after my words are said.

"What is your problem with me? Or do you simply not have one and it's just how you casually act because of how stuck up you are?" I snap, listening to her shocked silence and then realise I'm not just done. "Do you ever think I don't tell you things because I feel as if I can't. You're one of the hardest people to talk to. In fact, you are the hardest person to talk to. And why should I tell you I got hurt anyway, you wouldn't care. I'm basically a stranger in your life. We resemble nothing of a mother and daughter relationship." I sigh, catching my breath. "Do you know what? I don't have the energy to waste my breath on you. The last thing I have to say to you however, if you simply asked how I was and what happened. You'd know I didn't let Liam do what he did. I had no choice, he was too strong. Goodbye." And with that I hang up, staring at the wall opposite me silently, turning to face Joe when his warm arms wrap around me.

"Are you okay?" He asks, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"No." I answer honestly, that's one of the things I love most about Joe. He makes you feel so comfortable around him, you could say the strangest most weirdest thing ever and he'd be fine about it. He'll simply just laugh and joke about it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" That's another something from the endless list of things I love about Joe, he's an amazing listener. I sigh, cuddling up to his side and I tell him about the conversation with my mum. We've only briefly spoken about my parents in the past before, I always end up changing the subject as I can't really say they're very much in my life. "I'm sorry." He says once I'm done, planting a kiss on my forehead.

"It's okay." I smile up at him, though I may not have much family or many friends to go to at least I have him. As long as he's in my life, I'll be happy.

Merry Christmas! I hope you've all had an amazing day :)