Joe and Dianne: Dancing is better with you

Chapter 17 - Confrontation

A/N Hey people. Sorry it's been so long since I have posted. My advice would be to read back a couple of chapters, just to get back up to speed. Also thank you so much for over 6k reads !!xx

Joe's POV:

I walked briskly down the road. It was way gone midnight, I was hungry and cold as the streets of London were down to a freezing cold minus 2 degrees. No jacket. No phone. No wallet. No shits given about anything that was happening right now. All I had to do was get to her. I had to find her - get it all off of my chest. Finally.

Although it was early in the morning, the capitol city of England was in no way quiet. If anything these early mornings were the busiest the pavements ever got. They say that New York is the city that never sleeps, but over the past 5 years that I have lived here, I have learnt that London isn't far off. As I managed to skirt my way around all the people on the pavements, I couldn't help but notice their stares. I was used to being looked at. I was always given the confused look of 'I'm sure I know you from somewhere...' or the look of 'is that the YouTube guy my kids watch?' But these stares were different. These were the looks of fear as I walked past people with a stern look in my eye, and dried blood running down from my nose. These were the looks given to an outsider. Given to someone to be avoided within society - and I didn't like the look of these stares at all. 

They made me feel uncomfortable. Like I didn't belong in the city that I love more than some of my family. But with all my insecurities coming on show, I still didn't care. I had to get to her house before I lost my train of thought. It didn't take me long to think about who it was that sent that boisterous little shit to my apartment. I knew that whilst I was waiting for my dinner I was falling asleep, but right now as I stormed down the cold, dark streets of the capitol my mind was more awake then it had been for 10 weeks of training with Dianne.  I always knew that I was a night time person rather than a morning person, but right now as the night grew darker and darker, I didn't want to be that person. I wish I could fall asleep and forget about it. But this was something that my usually chilled out brain could not let go of. Not this time anyway.

Eventually I got to her front door. The blisters on my tired feet from this weeks dance were all burst, and I was certain that my feet were bleeding and screaming within my battered old vans that I wore absolutely everywhere, but I really didn't give a shit right now.

All the lights in her house were off and I knew that she would be asleep but I really didn't give a shit. She was keeping me up so it is only right I do the same to her. Using my fist I whacked onto the wooden door continuously. And loudly as well. The sole intention to wake her up so that I could get this shit off of my chest. As I continued to knock, I suddenly saw a yellow hue glow onto my tired arms - the porch light flickered on and stung my eyes, as my tired pupils adjusted to the light. I finally stopped knocking as I could feel the lactic acid build up within my body - the pain in my arm growing.

Narrator's POV:

As Joe stopped knocking, the door finally unlocked and slowly opened to reveal a sleepy woman, no older than 28, stood in a pair of shorts and an oversized hoodie. Her eyes were a deep hazel and were definitely standing out more now that she had rid her skin of make up.

She opened up the door properly and took in the boy before her. His messy hair, bruised forehead and hunched shoulders only accentuated by the blood running down from his nose, and the tired look in his eyes. His mouth was in a scowl and was unusually terrifying compared to his usual chilled out and happy persona.

"Joe?" She questioned in a croaky and tired voice as she rubbed the sleepy dust from her eyes.

"Stacey I need to talk to you.." Joe said bluntly - already stepping into the lavish home he saw before him