This is the first official chapter of his story. Let me know what you think. If you want me to continue please let me know. If I don't get any reviews I'll know that nobody wants to read it. I had this story on my mind after reading a different story about them and after Joe Jonas' first solo concert. (which was amazing by the way). Anyway, review. Please.

Chapter 1:

I can't believe it happened. I thought I was in love her. I would've done anything just to make her happy. I really thought that she would be the one that I would spend the rest of my life with, but apparently she had different plans. She told me that I was a great guy, but it just wasn't the right time for her to have a boyfriend. She couldn't tell me sooner, seeing as we had been dating for 10 months. She had been there, in my opinion, for the most monumental birthday of a person's life. She had helped me start to break out of my Disney shell and she encouraged me to live a little and be like a normal 21 year old. Heartbreak was defiantly not on the list of things I wanted to experience.

All of the heartbreak over the past month had driven me to the point of being insane. I thrown almost everything away in my apartment seeing as she helped me pick it all out and design it. I couldn't stand to sit around in the living room and look around and see all of the little things that reminded me of her. I knew I had to get over her because this was no way to live a life. I should be out putting on a brave face for the world and sucking it up and getting over it, but instead here I am sitting in the middle of my apartment on the hardwood floor all by myself sulking. I hadn't left the house in close to 3 weeks. I also hadn't seen anyone but Nick since it all happened. I refused to see anybody else. He was the only one who knew what I was going through. He was the one in my family to experience true heartbreak. Nick hasn't been over for a few days so he has no idea that I have completely stripped my apartment of pretty much everything.

I knew that by now most of the world knew, or at least the majority of the world who cared, meaning my fans. That was another thing I hadn't seen in a while. I thought that if she doesn't love me then I don't deserve to be loved by fans or anyone else. I didn't want contact with the outside world. All I want at this point was to die. I had completely blocked myself of the outside world. No television. My phone was in a draw in my bedroom dead along with my laptop. I hadn't even opened my windows to let sunlight come in. I hadn't eaten in almost 6 days. I feel like I shouldn't deserve to eat.

My thoughts rushing around inside of my head were interrupted by the door bell ringing. It wasn't until then that I had realized that I had tears running down my already washed out face. As I walked to the door I could feel my body slowly starting to give out. It was deprived of food and sleep. As I reached the door I opened it without even looking to see who it was. It could have been a serial killer for all I knew. When I looked up from under my unruly hair I came face to face with the last person I expected to see. Taylor.

"Hey…" She said awkwardly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked my voice clearly filled with hatred.

"I came to make sure you were okay." She said with care.

"Clearly I'm fine, so you can just leave now." I said started to shut the door, but she managed to stop me by stepping inside before I could completely shut it.

"Clearly you're not," She said looking around at my completely empty apartment "otherwise there would actually be stuff in here. How long have you been living like this?"

"Not long." I said lying through my teeth.

"Joseph." She said sternly looking me square in the eye.

"Almost two weeks." I said looking down at my hands.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"Because no one loves me or cares about me." I yelled at her letting more tears stream down my cheeks

"Your clearly wrong. I wouldn't be here if I didn't care. I had noticed you absence lately. I hadn't seen any photos of you around town. I know what happened, but there is no need to get rid of everything in your apartment just because of her. She's not worth it."

"Everything thing I looked at reminded me of her. I couldn't even brush my teeth without seeing her toothbrush in the holder for when she stayed over. She practically lived here with me. She picked everything out and I just couldn't bear it anymore so I threw it all away." I said as I started to cry even harder as I slide down against the wall. "I can't even lay down in bed at night without breaking down." I said looking up at her.

All she did was sit down next to me and pull me into a tight hug like she used to do when we were dating. That instant relaxed me. her tight embrace and perfect smell always made me calm down. After about an hour of sitting like that she finally broke the silence.

"I have an idea," she started "why don't you come and live with me for a while. Just until you get more emotionally in control and get back on the right track. Plus there wouldn't be anything that reminded you of her. I have a brand new two bedroom apartment and I've been looking for something to do with that extra room." She finished looking at me waiting a reply.

All I did was stare into her perfect ocean blue eyes and nod. I had a feeling that my life was going to begin to turn around, but it was going to be a long road.