Cursed- A Joe and Dianne FanFiction

Chapter 11- Now approaching, Fourth Floor...

This is a slightly longer chapter, just to warn, enjoy...
Joe POV
The kiss. All I could think about was the kiss. The connection I felt so strongly towards her on and off the dance floor. When I woke up to my alarm at 8:30 and checked next to me if last night was a reality- and it was, a sleepy red head was lying next to me. I tickled her forehead, and she opened her eyes gradually.
'Rise and shine' I whispered, and she let out a light giggle.
When we made our way downstairs, Byron was in the kitchen drinking a tea, which he almost choked on when he saw Dianne come down the stairs in my T-Shirt.
'I'm gonna go shower, see you in a bit' she mumbled whilst rubbing her crusty morning eyes. She placed her hands on my chest and we shared a dainty kiss, before she headed upstairs to my bathroom. At this point, Byron's tea had been spat out all over the floor in shock. As soon as he heard the door close upstairs, he began the interrogation.
'Umm, did I miss something?' He started, 'because something tells me there's a little more than dance partners going on here? What happened last night? How far did yo-'
'Dude!' I cut him off dramatically.
'Look we were on the sofa, we felt a different dynamic and she ended up staying the night, that's all'
'Did you? You know?'
'No, Byron! We kissed, and went to sleep.'
'Do you like her? Like, like, like her?'
'Yeh, bru, but she's just come out of a relationship and I don't wanna rush into anything.'
'Smart, bru. Well, chat today at rehearsals and see if anything happens, that's all you can do.'
'Thanks, mate, you legend!'
'See you, bru'
I went upstairs to get dressed, and Dianne had already thrown on her leggings from yesterday and one of my T-Shirts and hoodies.
'Erm, excuse me Miss Buswell, but what if I wanted to wear that?' I walked over and out my hands on her hips.
'Well,' she replied as she placed her arms round my neck 'I would say that I look way better in it than you do.'
'Hmmm, if you say so' we broke apart and I walked over to my wardrobe 'I have plenty of choice.' I pulled on some joggers and a shirt and we called an Uber to get to Elstree. Just as it arrived, Dianne's phone rung from the inside of her coat pocket. She pulled it out. It was Anthony...
Dianne POV
I shared a look with Joe, and he gave me a nod of approval, so I answered.
'Hey, how are you?' I questioned, hoping he would give an indication as to why he rung.
'Well, I was doing great until I read in the news that you and your dance partner are looking cosy A WEEK after we split up AND the public think that we ARE STILL TOGETHER!' I took the phone away from my ear and covered up the microphone,
'He's suspicious' I whispered to Joe. He held his hand out, and I placed the phone in it.
'Look, mate, don't believe everything you read on the internet. Someone probably sold a fake story or whatever, but leave her alone, she's done nothing. And even if there was something going on, why would she tell the press when they think your still together?' He hung up, and passed the phone back to me. I felt flattered, being protected like that, almost as if I had a sort of bodyguard. But the whole situation had left me quite shaken, and I let a single tear roll down my face. Joe came up to me and pulled me into a huge hug.
'Don't worry, I've got you' he told me, before placing a kiss on my head. We stepped out of the apartment, and into the lift to finally go and catch our Uber. When it started moving, I put my hands on Joes chest and I felt his round my back.
'Thank you' I muttered, before Joe pulled me into a kiss. It felt like fireworks, and a weight lifted off my shoulders- Anthony was finally off my back and I was happy. That was until...
'Now approaching, fourth floor. Doors opening' I didn't hear the announcement, I was busy, locked on Joes gaze, and it wasn't until I heard the ding of the doors, that we pulled apart and saw Oti Mabuse standing there, in complete shock, looking directly at us...
Joe POV
Her jaw had dropped, and she stepped in and started laughing slightly.
'What is going on here?' She asked, amused by the whole thing.
'We're going to training' I replied, staying as casual as possible.
'Right, so did Dianne wipe her lipstick on you, or do you just happen to wear the same colour?'
'Coincidential?' She have us a 'don't lie to me' look, as I let out a sigh and gave in.
'Look, you can't tell anyone okay?'
'Yeah please don't,' Dianne chimed in 'the press still think I'm with Anthony and I really don't want to get accused of cheating.'
'No they don't' Oti said, confused.
'What do you mean?'
'Check your phone' she pulled her phone out and it was flooded with twitter and instagram mentions, all linking to the same article, and were shocked at what popped up in front of us: 'Strictly's Dianne Buswell splits from boyfriend Anthony Quinlan over fears she's growing too close to partner Joe Sugg'
'Are they true then? The rumours?'
We shared a glance, and decided to trust her.
'Technically yes, but it's only been established for about a day so I don't want it getting out yet. We've got to deny these. But sneakily, I don't want to lie, because then when it does come out I'll be accused.' They nodded in agreement and we left the lift as if nothing had happened.
I know Oti told us about what happened in the lift, but I thought this would be a fun little storyline, and it doesn't come up again anyway, so I kept it! Thank you again for 1k reads, that is insane, I can't quite believe it :)