Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Samba week: what if?

Joe's POV:
I CAN'T DO IT.
Samba is NOT my dance and I CANNOT DO IT. This is the week before Blackpool. The Big Blackers (thanks Stace). The one point I wanted to reach and now it's not going to happen. My Nan is going to be disappointed. My mum is going to be disappointed. Oh my god DIANNE is going to be disappointed! I KNOW how much this means to her, it's a massive milestone in her career...this is her job. Jesus Joe pull yourself together, get the limbs in order and smash this- for Dianne. You KNOW it's been her dream to compete in Blackpool Tower since she left Oz. Sure she's danced in Blackpool before but competing is different.
Right, let's do this. For my Nan, my mum and of course, Dianne- some of the most important women in my life.

Dragging myself out of bed, I fix my hair, spray deodorant and order my Uber back to the studio. Di, being the amazing teacher she is, noticed how tired and frustrated I had been and sent me home to nap so we could power on tonight. Heading to the kitchen, I grabbed my water bottle, as well as some fruit, a bag of nuts and some chocolate for Dianne in case she is hungry. She's absolutely bloody brilliant at pushing me to reach my potential and encouraging me to believe in myself; least I can do is provide some snacks for her. The familiar "ding" of my phone dragged me back to reality and I run downstairs to meet my Uber.

Arriving back at the studio, I rush upstairs to our training room, halting at the door with what I could see. A blur of red, floating around the room, spinning and kicking- how can one girl be SO beautiful and elegant all the time? I didn't recognise the music or the choreography but it was fascinating. I gently opened the door and crept into the room, leaning back against the back wall so as to not break Dianne's focus. As the music ended, I began to clap, causing Dianne to leap into the air, "JOE?! You scared the shit out of me! I didn't see you there!" She helped. Stifling my laughter, "Sorry Reddo! What was that? You are ...I mean it was truly beautiful. I didn't want to distract you when I came in."
"It's just...a little thing I've been working on, maybe I'll bring it to Here Come The Girls...anyway, enough about that! Back to the Samba Joseph! Come on!"shaking herself out, she grabs me and drags me to the floor.

Right. Come on Joe. Let's nail this Samba.

Dianne's POV:
I should've went home and napped when I sent Joe home...or at least napped in the studio but I guess I got lost in the music again. It's now 8.30PM and I am beginning to burn out a bit. Joe is fine, in fact he is almost bouncing off the walls! If only I could get that bounce into the dance. Tripping over Joe's feet, I'm pulled from my thoughts. "Sorry Joe! I think I need a couple of minutes, I can't even think anymore," we head over to the side of the room, flop against the wall and Joe wraps me in his arms; I bury myself into his chest but sigh with frustration.
I look up at him, "you know, I don't think you actually know the routine without me guiding you. Do you reckon you do? Like could you do it alone?" Leaning back against the mirror, he runs his free hand through his hair, "I think you're right Di." Groaning, he let's go of me and moves to the floor.
"Hit the music Di, I'm going to smash this, just watch me." He says confidently. I giggle, seeing the turtle mouth reappear, I know he is determined to get this right. " Just to add to it, I'm going to film it and then at least we can laugh at it later" I smile. As soon as he begins to dance, I forget about filming...I'm fascinated watching him; Turtle mouth present- hair flopping- that's my Joseph. No matter what happens this week, I'll forever be proud of him. I hope he knows that...I'm going to prove it.

When he reaches the end of the choreography, I see him panic a little and forget it, "Shit I can't remember the ending Di! I'm so sorry!" He sounds so defeated bless him. I walk over to him and pull him close to me, "I'm so proud of you Joseph! Don't worry about the ending, I've changed it so many times that I can barely remember it! One more run through and then it's home time, okay? Your sofa and the bottle of wine in my bag are calling us"
After one final run through, we pile into an Uber and head back to Joe's apartment.

Tumbling through the front door, I see Byron and Emily cuddled up on the sofa with a bottle of wine and some movie playing- they stole my idea! "Sup bru? Hi Dianne, hows he treating you?" Byron calls from Emily's lap. I chuckle, " well I'm still in one piece but this week is tough." I hear Joe mumble, "ain't that the truth." Emily looks up at us, "want to join us? I'm not totally sure what we are watching but it seems good," she laughs. I look up at Joe, who is falling asleep as we stand, glancing back at Byron and Emily, "thanks guys but I think we are going to head to bed before this one falls over. Night you two!" Byron places his head back on Emily's lap and she turns her attention back to playing with his hair. God those two are so cute and I don't even notice it half the time. I wonder if Joe and I could be like that one day...

Once in bed, I look over at Joe, who is lying unusually far away with his back to me. Stranger things is playing in the background but I can tell something is bothering him. "Joe?"
When I get no reply, I try again. "Joseph? What's getting you? Hey! Look at me! Please?" I reach out, running my hand up his back and into his freshly washed hair. "Please Joe, I hate seeing you like this, let me help." I plead. Rolling over and looking at me, I can see his frustration, possibly even fear in his eyes - seeing him like...my own tears threaten to fall. Stroking his face and running my fingers through his hair, I pull Joe close, his head resting on my chest. I can feel him tense up.
"What if this is it Di? What if this is our last dance? What if I let my Nan down? And you? What if you don't get to compete in Blackpool? God Dianne what if I'm just not good enough for this? For us? For YOU? What if..." he rambles
"Joseph!" I say softly, lifting his face up so he is looking up at me. Leaning down to kiss his forehead, " Look at me Joe. Look at my face. I'm so proud of you, for everything! From the jive to this bloody samba! Never mind the dancing Joseph, just look at us. At this! This here is all I need. Blackpool will come and go literally every year, but you? Us? This is what is important to me. If we go out this week, then we go. I won't think about us leaving but I will always remember the brilliant memories we've made over this time! I promise you, this, US, is all I need and i will ALWAYS be so proud of you Joseph." A single tear rolls down my face as I glance down at Joe and see him fast asleep on my chest. Kissing him once again and holding him tight, I turn the lamp off and gently untangle my fingers from his hair. Rubbing his back in circles, I feel that familiar flutter in my heart...only this time I know exactly what it means.

I am completely in love with Joe Sugg- my Joseph. My dance hero

A/N- sorry guys, I didn't realise just how long this one was😂 let me know what you think- if you want them longer or shorter?

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