Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Live fail 1: it had to happen sometime!

Joe's POV:
This first live show of 2019. I've done how many live shows and yet I am still bricking it. I've been hiding in the boys changing rooms for the last hour while Di gets ready with the girls but now it's time to bite the bullet, head backstage and find her. Making my way to hair and makeup, I see a familiar red Barnett prancing around frantically, "has anyone seen Joe?! Show starts soon and we haven't even warmed up!" I can tell she's stressed. Taking a big breath, I jog over to her and tap her shoulder to catch her attention. "I'm here, breathe Di! Let's find a corner to warm up in." Placing my hands in her shoulders, almost as if if to ground her, we find a quieter place to go and stretch.

15minutes later, we are called to position for the opening number. The pro's start this one so Dianne dashes off with AJ in a swirl of red and blue, leaving me like a bloody dear in the headlights. Stacey and Ranj grab me, waking me from my trance and dragging me to our starting place behind the curtain.
My palms are sweating.
Panic floods over me.
I make my way to Dianne and join her in the choreography to my favourite song from Moulin Rouge; Your Song. Dancing this with my girlfriend makes it so much more special. I always dreamed that I'd dance to this at my wedding but here I am, on a live tour, with my girlfriend. Before I know it, the opening number is over and we are backstage getting changed.
That wasn't so bad...

As we climb the steps to the top of the cake, the nerves take over again. But this time, Dianne notices and grabs my hand. "You've got this Joseph! I believe in you so calm down and just enjoy the show!" She says smiling up at me. Descending down the stairs, hand in hand and hearing the Brummy crowd, I feel my nerves disappear and I began to relax.
Now is the moment of truth- our first dance of live tour and it's our showdance. Waiting in the wings, we bounce on the spot, keeping warm and trying to settle the nerves but this is the worst I've felt before a show. I think Dianne can sense it and she steals a quick kiss, reminding me that I'm still her dance hero but for once, this does nothing to ease my anxiety. I step out in front of the crowd and my mind goes blank.
The crowd.
The atmosphere.
It's immense.
My feet know the routine but my mind knows nothing. We are moving, gliding, twirling and I trip.
Miss a step.
My ballroom shoes stick together and next thing I know, I'm on the floor, dragging Dianne with me. I manage to roll out of it but Di lands...hard. Without thinking, I pull her to her feet and we run to the final positions and finish. As soon as the music ends, i launch myself off the speaker and rush across to Pull Dianne into me, checking she's okay. She's still smiling and laughing so that's a positive sign. Judging passes and we get a 3 from Craig but that's expected. I just want it to hurry up so Dianne can get checked out.

Running backstage, once out of sight...I crumble. "I'm so sorry, are you okay? Where does it hurt? I'm so sorry! What did I do?!" She trusts me and I literally dragged her down with me. Rubbing her back with one hand, she places the other on my chest, "Joe! Calm down bub, I'm absolutely fine, I'll be stiff later but I'll live! Now shake yourself while I try and find some arnica before we both bruise." She says firmly but laughing. This isn't girlfriend Di, this is professional dancer/ teacher Dianne talking and she scares me a little more. She reappears, armed with arnica and Gina the physio, who proceeds to check us over. I'm given the all clear quickly and Dianne is fine too. She's warned to rest up after the show, apply heat and stretch well but the show must go on...we have more dancing to do.
I'm such an idiot.

The rest of the performance goes off without a hitch and Di and I actually win the glitterball but I just want to get her back to the hotel to rest. She's more important.

Dianne's POV:
I can tell Joseph is nervous but I don't have time to give him my usual pep talk. Stealing a quick kiss, "you will always be my dance hero Joe Sugg. Let's rock and roll!" I whisper before dragging him out before the crowd. Seeing the audience, his demeanour shifts and his enthusiasm returns in full force. Almost too much. It was going well, we've made it to the final stretch!
Spoke too soon.
Next thing I know, I'm on the floor.
Then back on my feet.
Then backstage again.
Wait what???
I hear Joe rambling an apology and I place a hand on his chest and firmly shut him down before heading off to find some arnica. I bruise like a peach I swear!

After a check over by physio, we are cleared to dance again, provided I rest, heat and Stretch my muscles. The rest of the show has gone really well! I'm so proud of how Joseph has brought himself back again and he seems to be enjoying dancing again. Waiting anxiously for the results, I begin to feel the niggly pain in my back. We've made the final two though, with Stacey and Aljaz.
WE WON!
FIRST SHOW!
A FALL AND WE WON!

Joe lifts me off my feet to spin me around and again, I feel my back twinge but I don't even care! I'm too happy! " I'm so proud of you Joseph Sugg! You did it!" I squeal as we head backstage. He's happy but I can tell his heart isn't in it. We film a quick clip for the viewers, thanking them for their support before getting changed to go back to the hotel. The pain is definitely setting in...my neck, back and hips are getting stiff. Hopefully Joe isn't feeling too sore, I'm used to this but he isn't...mental note, cover him with arnica before bed. He has been unusually quiet but he's holding my hand and swinging it lightly, I think he is still beating himself up about everything but accidents happen! I hope he will open up a bit later...I don't like it when he's feeling like this, especially when it's not his fault.

While I'm getting ready for bed, pulling off my t-shirt and firing it in the general direction of my bag, I feel a feather light touch run down my spine. Joe crawls across the bed to kneel behind me, trailing his fingers across my back, past my bra straps until his hands are resting on my shoulders, rubbing in circular motions. I can't help grimacing as he gets to my lower back.
"I'm so sorry Di, I'm so so sorry. I should've let go of you before I fell." He murmurs into my shoulder. Twisting myself round, I place both hands on his face and look straight into his beautiful blue eyes, "stop stressing over it Joseph! We got to the final with no major accidents, it had to happen sometime! I'm fine, I promise. It's not the first time I've fallen and it won't be the last. But it IS the first time I've had a boyfriend to massage me until I'm better." I tease, winking at him as I lie face down on bed. Getting my hint, he climbs over me, resting his weight on the top of my thighs.

He slowly begins kneading my aching muscles, starting at my shoulders before gradually working his way down to the waistband of my (well his...) joggers. Stopping briefly, he uses one finger to trace light patterns in my skin and reaching for my tube of arnica. Applying it down my back, he begins his massage again and I moan softly into my pillow... "Jospeh! How long have you been keeping this talent a secret??"
"Really? You enjoying it then?" He chuckles, "honestly I have no idea what I'm doing, I just kind of make it up." I can almost hear the pride in his voice. "Well...if I'm ever mad. This is your get out of jail free card." I sigh contentedly as my eyes flutter shut. I feel Joe's weight lift off me as he climbs off me, reaching up to turn off the lamp before rolling back over my direction. Once again, placing his hand on the small of my back, he kisses the four Daisies on my neck before settling down beside me,his hand holding its position like my personal hot water bottle.