Touring, recording, interviews, gigs — Joseph liked this livestyle. Both him and you worked damn hard for the things you had now.

A band that started in his parent’s basement was now performing on biggest stages in the world. That’s what he always wanted. With you in his arms in your penthouse in Paris or you two flying to New York for a concert.

Him as a guitarist, you a singer and Dupin as drummer.

But between all those things he found himself enjoying the most usual things. Laying in bed after another concert, you playing with the ring he was wearing on the small chain around his neck. Getting unready after coming back home from after party. When despite his irritation he put his hand on your thigh while driving — god he hated that, you were the one driving his ass around.

This lifestyle — as you always used to say — had it flaws. Joseph couldn’t not agree. It was irritating at times. People always pointing fingers at you or trying to get a picture while you tried to get through the airport, fangirls hating on your relationship, paps following you around as you were walking around the Paris.

It could be tiresome

Like now. Joseph’s jaw clenched as you stand in the queue to a coffee shop deciding to walk from your penthouse to the studio. The two paps were already standing outside watching the inside of small shop like hawks.

The fact that release of you new album was approaching wasn’t helping either just like your fifth anniversary being only month away.

You stand next to him sighing before grabbing his hand starting to play with his rings. He gave you a look. You knew that look.

f_ck the coffee, just lets go

His introverted ass couldn’t be more bothered. As much as Joseph loved gigs and recording he hated what came after — press. Fixing his leather jacket he gave you another pleading look.