drunk | joe
“well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not” - joe
The time was 11:48pm, and Joe was getting bored.
He’d gone to a club with a few of his friends and his girlfriend Y/N and had danced for a while, but then realised - after two hours - that he wanted to go home. he had had a lot of fun, but it had been a long day at work and all he wanted to do now was go home, get into bed with Y/N and go to sleep. He was reluctant to go out in the first place after all.
So, he decided it was time to leave. After saying his goodbyes to Caspar, Mikey, and Josh, he went to find his girlfriend.
When he reached her, he found her sitting at the bar with her friend, Harper, holding a drink he couldn’t quite identify.
“Joe!” Y/N cried when she noticed him, carelessly throwing her arms out around her boyfriend, who had quickly noticed that she was quite intoxicated.
“Hey, love,” Joe said, leaning into Y/N’s embrace, happy with her presence. “Listen, I think it’s time to leave. I’m getting a bit bored here. Shall we head back to mine and we can cuddle on the sofa?”
Joe felt as Y/N’s brown hair rested gently on his arm as she leaned into him on the bar stool, silently showing that she didn’t want to leave yet. “But Joe, we’ve only just got here babe! Can you just let me finish this drink that lovely Harper here got for me - which tastes REALLY nice Joe, do you want to try some?” Y/N clumsily lifted up her drink to him, applying close concentration to make sure it wouldn’t spill.
“I think I’m alright. Actually, I think you’re alright too babe. You might have already had one too many.” Joe said, but Y/N just waved him off and went, “pfffft. I’m fine Joe! Completely sober.”
Joe just chuckled a little. “Come on Y/N, it’s time to go now.” He pestered, tugging on Y/N’s arm slightly. The girl shakes her head in protest, showing her disagreement. “I’m enjoying my drink babe!” She pouts, trying to win Joe over.
“Nope. None of that. You’re coming home with me whether you like it or not. I think it would be best for both of us if we just went home and relaxed in bed." Joe asserted.
At this moment, Harper piped up and said with gentleness laced into her voice, "Y/N, listen to Joe. I think he has the best idea."
Y/N let out an over-dramatized sigh but said eventually, "oh ALRIGHT. If that's what you want. Because, after all, Joe, I am such a brilliant girlfriend. And I would do anything for you." She conceded, standing up from the cushioned bar stool, shrieking a bit out of surprise and grabbing onto her boyfriend's arm as she stumbled in her very high heels, her drink spilling onto the floor slightly.
It was no secret that Y/N got very handsy and affectionate when under the influence, and as her and Joe walked out of the nightclub, her arm was wrapped closely around his waist, as was his around her’s, and her head resting somewhat dazed on his shoulder.
When they got outside, Y/N thought for a while as they were walking down the still busy streets of London. “You know what I really want right now my lovely Joseph?” She said contently, swinging their arms carelessly between them.
“What may that be love?” Joe asked in one of his accents.
“I really really want coffee. From like costa or something.” Y/N looked up longingly at her gorgeous boyfriend, drinking in his features. He was wearing those rounded glasses and they suited him perfectly.
“Darling, it’s nearly midnight. No Costa Coffee will be open at midnight!” Joe laughed, looking down at her. Y/N scrunched her nose and looked away. “Well now that is annoying.” She remarked. The brunette then looked up again, seeing that they were passing a McDonald’s. Her face lit up towards Joe, and she gasped excitedly.
“Joe! Let’s go in there!”
“McDonald’s? Now?”
“Yes! I’ve just noticed I really need one of those chocolate milkshakes. And a McFlurry. And probably some fries. Please?” Y/N goes as far as using puppy dog eyes.
Joe thought about this for a second and then replied with, “alright. Come with me and we’ll get something. Then we do need to get home. Alright, love?” He intertwined his fingers with her’s and leaned in to give her a quick peck on the cheek. Y/N frowned, trying to lean in for a longer kiss but failing in her drunken state.
The couple both ordered strawberry milkshakes for themselves and then traveled the rest of the way home via the tube.
They entered the flat quite tired, the small remains of strawberry milkshake still left in their hands as Joe grabbed some makeup wipes he kept in the bathroom when Y/N stayed over. He walked into the living room with them and spotted his beautiful girlfriend scrolling through her phone on the sofa, slurping the rest of her milkshake which had melted a bit in the process of getting home. Joe puts the makeup wipes down on the coffee table and then went over to the kitchen to grab some water for Y/N too, which he then also placed down on the table.
“Here,” Joe said kindly as he handed the brunette the glass of water, opening the bag of wipes. “Face me,” he said again in the same manner, holding Y/N’s face gently under her chin as he attempts to get the makeup off her smooth face. Instead, Y/N leans into Joe and gives him a long and messy kiss, that he can’t help but laugh at after they pull away.
“You’re cute when you’re drunk.” He laughs.
Grabbing the makeup wipe from him, Y/N frowns in disgust. “Joe Sugg, I am not drunk!” She says, opening her mouth in an “O” shape.
In return, Joe chuckles and mumbled the words “come here.” With one hand on her cheek, makeup half off, half on, he pulls her in and gives her a loving kiss on the lips. “I love you, so much. Even when you shout at me like that.”
“Joe!”
