Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

Is it all my fault...?

Joe's POV:

Dianne and I walked hand in hand out of the studios. Her hands stayed comfortably in my own. Fitting together perfectly. Our fingers were intertwined and we were both smiling uncontrollably. We probably looked liked idiots grinning from ear to ear in the centre of London, but we didn't care.

We got into a taxi and headed back to my place to chill out for a bit. In the car, Dianne gently rested her head against my shoulder. I studied the sound her gentle breathing, and watched in amazement at her beautiful face. I couldn't get over how gorgeous she was. Not a single imperfection.

She slowly fell asleep against my shoulder as we drove back to the apartment. As we pulled up, I paid the driver and thanked him for bringing us back. I picked Dianne up bridal style, and brought her out of the cold air, and into the lobby of my apartment block. I didn't want to wake her up. She'd been working so hard this week and she deserved a good nights rest. I got her into the lift and pressed the button to get up to my flat. As the lift began to rise, she began to stir, and slowly woke up still in my arms. He head was snuggled into my chest and her hazel eyes shone out like deep pools of honey. She gave me a smile and dropped her legs out of my arms, and onto the floor.

Dianne's POV:

We stayed in silence as we went into Joe's apartment. We weren't upset or angry. We were happy enjoying each others company and nothing needed to be said. We walked into his lounge and sat on the sofa.

"Fancy a cuppa tea Di?" Joe asked me in his quintessentially British accent, making me smile.

"Please." I simply replied.

He began to boil the kettle as I turned on Joe's TV, and went onto Netflix. I didn't ask him but I wanted to watch a film with him. I wanted to be in his arms and enjoy the time I had with him. My previous relationships had always been a bit shit to say the least. But i'd only been with Joe for about 4 hours and it was already so different. So special. So meant to be.

He came over with two cups of tea, slowly and carefully to ensure that he didn't spill any of it. He placed the mugs down on the coffee table and opened his mouth to say something. He was interrupted by a loud thump coming from upstairs. His head jolted to the side and he looked at the staircase in the hallway. His roommate Byron was out travelling so it wasn't him.

"What the fuck was that?" I questioned. Concerned about his answer.

"Haven't got a fucking clue..." He said quietly. A hint of panic in his voice. "Start the film, i'll be back in a second." He said bravely walking away from me up the stairs. I started the film, watching the opening credits show up on the screen. The house went silent, whenever I paused it.

I couldn't hear Joe moving about up stairs, and my head went into overdrive for the 10 minutes that Joe wasn't with me. 15 minutes had passed and still no Joe. I cautiously walked up the stairs to his bedroom door. The door was open all the way, but the lights were off and Joe was no where to be seen...

A/N hey people, sorry this one was shit. It's leading up to something good though I promise. Stick with it, and you'll see what happens next later this evening...