happiness begins [joe jonas]

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She let herself relax, leaning into his chest as they swayed back and forth, ever so slightly. Emmie felt at peace. Everything was calm, and she felt as if she could stay in that moment forever. Just the two of them, dancing in the middle of the floor, the taste of champagne on their lips.

As the song began to fade out, Emmie glanced back up at Joe once more, feeling the warmth of their bodies being so close together. She felt herself smile as his eyes locked onto hers.

In that moment, everything stood still. His gaze never left hers. Joe scanned her face, taking in every little detail. The faint freckles that appeared under the summer sun. The way her eyes lit up every time something would excite her. The way the corners of her lips would curl up anytime something made her smile. The blush that painted her cheeks when she would get embarrassed. The way she would tuck the loose strands of hair behind her ear, every time they fell into her face.

He was in awe.

Joe's eyes flickered from hers, down to her lips. And he knew Emmie had noticed. They continued to stare at each other, both of them not sure whether to make the next move. Emmie was almost certain she saw Joe inch closer. And he did. He began to lean in ever so slightly.

But then, he hesitated. Bringing them both back to their senses.

Emmie cleared her throat, pulling away from their magical daze they had been caught in. Joe stood there awkwardly, running a hand through his messy curls. Emmie quickly turned away, confused and stunned by what could've just happened. She wandered back to the kitchen island, grasping her drink she had poured minutes before.

•.•.•.•.•

Around an hour later the two of them had more than a few drinks. Emmie was tipsy and Joe a lot more than that. Emmie knew had had work that next morning so she refused to drink too much. But yet she couldn't help but spend more and more time with Joe.

They had spent the past hour, full of laughter, as more drinks were consumed. Emmie lay on the couch, her head in Joe's lap as each of them were beginning to grow tired. Emmie had zoned out, staring off into the distance, Joe running his fingers through her hair.

"I spoke to Nick." Emmie mumbled, breaking the silence. Joe sat up slightly, readjusting his posture as he looked down as the blonde girl rested in his lap.

"You did?"

Emmie nods.

"Well, what did he say?" Joe ask, suddenly curious.

"Not much." Emmie says, truthfully. "He said we make each other happy."

Joe hums in response.

"Come to think of it." Emmie continues. "Everyone has been saying that recently."

"They have." Joe agrees. "But it's true."

Emmie watches as he smiles at her.

"You, Emmie- whatever your last name is. You make me happy." Joe nods at her, his smile now even wider.

She giggled at his words.

"It's Campbell." She told him. "And, if we're being all logical. It's also Emilia ."

Joe raises an eyebrow.

"Emilia, huh?" He smirks.

Emmie quickly covers her face with her hands.

"It sounds horrible when you say it out loud." She groans.

Joe peels her hands away, looking at her face. He shook his head at her embarrassment, not understanding why she hated it.

"It's quite cute." He grins.

"I hate it." She disagrees.

"Emilia Campbell." Joe repeats, with a playful smirk on his face. Emmie quickly sits up, glaring at him.

"Okay, Joseph." She shoots him a look, their faces inches apart. Emmie quickly, unwraps herself from his grip, trailing over to the kitchen once more.

"Hey, no. Come back." Joe whines, as the warmth from her body disappears.

When Emmie sticks her tongue out at him in response, Joe flops back down onto the couch, stretching his body out in a big exhausted heap. He lie there staring at the ceiling, alone with his thoughts as he blocked out any background noise.

He thought back an hour ago, when the pair of them, were in their own little world. He felt so comfortable around her. Like nothing else in that moment mattered. He had been so happy recently, since meeting her. Everything had been better with Emmie around.

He hadn't realised how long he had been lying there for until she reappeared beside him. He looked up at her, from his awkward position he had chosen to lie in. Only for her to give him that same adorable smile that always plastered her face. The one that secretly made his heart melt.

This girl would be the death of him.