Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Tour fails 2: It had to happen again

Joe's POV:
The last few shows of the Strictly Come Dancing Live Tour 2019. In the 02 arena London. With my girlfriend. HOW?!
All because I checked that box back in August, that how. Never did I think I'd get this much out of a TV show; all the stress, the nerves, the tears and the sweat have been worth it all and now, as daft as it sounds, I don't want the journey to end! It's been such a significant chapter in my life and I don't think anything will ever top this.
It can't.

Standing at the top of the cake, waiting to hear the familiar "Social media star Joe Sugg and his partner Dianne Buswell," grabbing hold of the beautiful redhead beside me, we bounce down the stairs, hand in hand and wave to the crowd as we take our place on the stage. That feeling, the exhilaration, is immense. Getting to do this all with Di, is indescribable. Every dance,  fall for her a little more. Well not literally, only that one time and hopefully not again because it bloody hurt.

Dashing backstage after the opening number and introductions, I can't help be stare at her as she shimmers into her showdance costume. Catching my eye, she grins at me, "see something you like Joseph? Don't you know it's rude to stare at a lady changing?" Scanning the area, I look back at her, now fully dressed, "lady? I see no lady here? I mean AJ but come on! What have I told you about that?" I laugh. A voice from behind chips in, "Hey Di, should I hit him or will you? Also hair and makeup NOW you two, Lady Di with me first please." Liv drags us infront of the dresser and begins working her magic. Remaining quiet, I just listen to the random shit they chat about...I'd love to spend a day inside Di's head I swear- that amazing, hard-working, scattered brain of hers fascinates me! Now both of us are suitable "strictlified" and ready to bosh this showdance. I WILL get a 10 from Craig if it kills me.

Taking our places on the speaker, I'm feeling confident about it. As we dance, I can't help but watch Dianne's face, her smile is honestly contagious and soon we are both grinning and laughing through the routine. Smiling at the crowd, I raise my arms ready to catch Di's legs from the handstand move, I feel her flip over and one foot hands on my shoulder but the other connects with the back of my head and I just can't grab it quick enough to pull her over. My focus slips and I let go of her ankle. It all happens so quick and I stumble forward as Dianne lands on her neck. Springing up, She dashes for me and we finish the routine, still smiling but I can tell that tumble has taken its toll on her. As we head the judges comments, she's holding her lower back and rubbing her neck gingerly. Neither of us are paying attention, more focused on getting backstage again. We are greeted in the wings by Ranj and physio with Ranj instantly adopting his Doctor role and gently pressing down Dianne's neck and spine. Physio checks my head over and both of us are cleared to dance and adequately told us off. We turn to face each other, "Di? What happened out there? Was it me? My fault again? Are you okay?", stroking my face, she looks sheepishly at her feet, "I'm sorry...I just, I lost my balance okay? I ruined it. You looked so confident and happy." She grumbles, "I even kicked you in the head...does it hurt? I'm so sorry bub." She asks tentatively, rubbed her hand through the back of my hair. "I'm fine reddo. Let's do this Charleston! Dianne Buswell. I love you." Kissing her briefly, I pull her towards costume change.

Dianne's POV:
It had to happen again in the last few shows. On the first show of a two-show day. This time is entirely my fault, I don't entirely know what happened but I lost my balance and ended up kicking Joe in the head. We danced on after being cleared by Doctor Ranj. Now, In-between shows, I pull Joseph away in an attempt to get some quiet time with him and maybe a quick nap before my pain gets too bad. Right now, I'm running in pure adrenaline so I feel great but it won't last and Joe's mum and sister are coming this evening so the pressure is on. Roaming the halls, we finally find the so-called secret room everyone has been on about. Curling up on the sofa, we just enjoy the peace and quiet. "I'm really sorry Joseph, I must've kicked you pretty hard...my ankle is killing me!"I grimace, staring up at him. He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head, "Yeah...remind me not to piss you off, you've some kick on you woman! I'll survive Di but I've a cracking headache." I groan, "I'm so sorry!" Soon we are joined by the others and we get back to messing around and laughing with Joe vlogging our carry on and re-enacting big brother. His laughter is infectious...one of the many things I love about him

The second show went off without a hitch thankfully...I'm not sure I can deal with another injury on this tour. We meet up with Tracey and the others after the show for some drinks and I still can't believe how welcoming they have been to me. Ever since Blackpool, they treated me as one of their own, like family.  After sitting down for a while, I can feel the pain creeping it's way down my spine and I lean into Joseph. We have had a brilliant time but the pain is beginning to get too much. Stroking his knee to grab his attention, I whisper that I'm going to heat up to our room and that I'll see him later. Before I could peel myself away, Joe addressed the table, announcing that we are going to bed to rest before the final shows.

Following the kisses and the hugs and goodbyes, we head upstairs together in a comfortable silence. Once in the room, I take one of Joseph's sweatshirts and a pair of my shorts and begin to change as Joe boils the kettle, pulling out my hot water bottle and digging for something else in my suitcase. "Sugg? What are you looking for? You're throwing my stuff everyone!" Shuffling over to him and running my hand up his back, I cuddle closer, seeking the security I feel from his arms. "The arnica. Or heatrub. Or that ibuprofen gel you had to ease your pain." He mumbles, standing up and embracing me gently before moving to fill my water bottle for me. "Joe...you're so cute!  I don't have any left But if I'm still sore tomorrow, I'll take some tablets. For now I just want to go to bed, I'm tired." I yawn, climbing into bed and turning the light off. Joe settled beside me, sliding the water bottle under my neck. After a few seconds on my back, I roll onto my side, facing away from Joe..."Bub my backs too sore to lie that way, I'm sorry! I love you" I murmur groggily, I feel sleep begin to take over. "S'all good. I'm sorry for dropping you Dianne. I will make it up to you." He mutters into my shoulder before kissing it and running his fingers through the ends of my hair. I want to argue back but I'm too tired...that's tomorrow's battle.

I'm woken with a soft kiss, I open my eyes to be greeted by the most beautiful bunch of flowers, a huge box of chocolates and my daft, floppy haired boyfriend and his boyish grin. I actually feel a tear prick in my eyes, "Joseph...I love it. I love YOU! What did I do to deserve you?" I reach up, pulling him down to hug me, his body landing on top of mine. "I don't want to hurt you Di..." he whines, pulling away (or trying to). "You won't hurt me!" I giggle, brushing his blond mop off his forehead. "OH WAIT! I have one more present, close your eyes!" He looks so chuffed with himself so I close my eyes and feel something placed on my chest and I feel Joe laughing. I open my eyes and glance down.

Paracetamol.