words ain't enough/joe sugg x dianne buswell

chapter 30. nausea and interruptions

(a/n) I never know what to put in these!

Diannes pov

I woke up before Joe, as usual and decided to take a quick shower as it was only about 8. It was monday and even though we had a full day if training, it would be pretty relaxed.

I slipped out of bed, untangling myself from Joe's arms and giggling at him sleepy protests.

After I had a shower, I got changed and walked back through to Joe's bedroom whilst brushing my nearly dry hair.

"Joe?" I said softly, crouching next to the bed.

"Joe? Joe! Come on, we have training to do!" I said, shaking him.

"Eh..what?" He said sleepily, opening his eyes a bit. He jumped up and went bright red. "Di?"

"What's wrong?" I asked, tying my hair into two plaits.

"Oh n-nothing" he said, blushing even more.

"Huh" I said, walking out to leave him to get changed "hurry up!! We have to be at the training room in 20 minutes!!" I called.

"O-okay" he said, slamming the door shut after me.

Well that was weird

Joe's pov

"So, Joe" Dianne began "what did you want to ask me before the dance?"

"I...uh.." come on Joe! Just do it!

"W-what would you say if I uhh.."

Come on Joe. Just say what would you say if I said that I have feelings for you?

Suddenly, our hotel room materialised around us.

"Joe? Joe, what was it?"

"Di..Di, I just...I..."

She cut me off by pressing her lips to mine. She pulled away slightly.

"I know, Joe. I feel the same"

I looked into her hazel eyes. She meant it. She really fucking meant it.

I smashed my lips into hers again, laying every emotion I had felt for the past 3 months in front of her.