Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

How was she mine...?

A/N hey people! so firstly sorry for the late post tonight. Super busy/ stressed but didn't want to let you guys down.  I can't believe that this is almost at 6k reads. I've been given so many lovely comments and although they don't really account to much, every comment and every vote honestly makes my day better. Thank you all sooooo much you bunch of absolute legends xxx

Joe's POV:

I woke up in Zoe's spare room, with my beautiful girlfriend tucked up in my arms. She was sleeping peacefully and had a broad smile on her perfect face. I always felt so bad that I had left Dianne in so many terrible situations over the past few months that I had known her. I always wanted to make Dianne proud of me whilst we were on strictly, but now that we were in real life, I never really felt that I had managed to provide for her, or make her feel loved or safe. 

Times were difficult for the both of us but we always said that there was nothing we couldn't get through if we didn't have each other. I believed in that. Dianne was my rock. My world. My everything. I was always worried that I might let her down, but in this moment in time, I wouldn't care if I was shot or stabbed or killed. Because right now my life didn't matter to me. The only thing that I wanted to care about was the amazing girl in my arms.

Her smile was the reason I woke up the the morning. Every time I felt her heart beet, I felt mine beat 100 times faster. When I look into her eyes, I can feel my world dissolving around me, but that doesn't matter, I can see a new world and a new start with Dianne. She could make me laugh and brighten up my darkest days. She made my life worth living.

She was so talented. So beautiful. So perfect. I wouldn't bleed out a river for her, I would bleed out everything I've got and more, before I let Dianne down. If I had to walk through hell and back to see her smile, then I wouldn't do it. I would stay in hell and let it kill me, just to brighten up her day.

To this day, I thank my lucky stars that I agreed to go on Strictly last year. Because if I hadn't taken Byron's wise word of advice then I would never find myself sat here with the perfect girl wrapped up in my arms.

Dianne was no longer my suicide saviour. She was my life. My soul. My purpose. But most importantly;

She was mine.   

A/N hey people. Sorry about these two chapters. They were both really short, but I felt like I needed to almost reset the scene for a moment before I can carry on with this. Hope ya liked it xx