Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

The future: ive been thinking.

Joe's POV:
"Joe...Joe! Joseph!" I feel someone attempting to rouse me from my sleep, stirring lightly, I feel a soft hand stroking my face. "Alright Joseph, I love you but I need you to move off me, I've got rehearsals for The Greatest Dancer and I need to shower and get ready." Di murmurs, her fingers running through my hair. Rolling off her, I let her up and glance at my phone-6am. Never in my life did I think I'd be awake before 9am on a day off and yet I can probably count on one hand how many times I've managed to sleep in past that time!

What a year 27 has been so far.
Runner up on Strictly Come Dancing 2018.
Dance partner turned girlfriend ( let's face it, my biggest achievement to date.)
And the overall winner of Strictly Come Dancing Live Tour 2019! It's been a chaotic few months but I wouldn't change it for the world and getting to know and fall in love with Dianne has just been the icing on the cake.
Rolling over, I trace the familiar red And pink stains on my white sheets, smiling to myself . I remember the first time that the red Barnett stained my bedsheets and the way Di stressed, apologising every five minutes; to the day I tackled her in the hotel tell, forgetting she had wet hair and her little giggle as she rested her hair against my white t-shirt, not a care in the world as she snuggled into me.

As she wanders back into our bedroom, hair wrapped in her black towel, she is chatting away to me but quickly realises that I've zoned out. "Joe have you listened to a single thing I said?" She laughs, digging round for her dance leggings. "Sorry...minus boyfriend points for me! I don't know how you are so energetic at...just before 7am. What were you saying?" I apologise sheepishly as she continues chatting about plans for today, the performance with Cheryl, Oti and Matthew on The Greatest Dancer and what she wanted me to pack for her before our trip to Brighton tonight.

Dragging myself out of bed and leaving her to get ready, I plod downstairs, gathering the ingredients to make my fiery redhead a bite to eat and some coffee before she heads off out in London. With our busy schedules, it's really important for us to savour these little moments and quiet times before Dianne's tour kicks off and I head back to the committed world of YouTube. Bouncing into the kitchen, we share a quick hug before walking outside to sit in the early morning sunshine and share breakfast time together before the bustle begins. The domesticity of it all is just surreal: I'm stood washing the dishes from breakfast as Dianne checks her handbag, packs her ballroom shoes and does her last minute rush in preparation to leave. "Right Joseph I'm off! I'll see you tonight!" She yells, grabbing her stuff. I make my way over and kiss her quickly, my hand lingering on her waist, "dance well my love, I'll see you later!" I shout as she walks away, "Love you!" She falls as the door slams.
"I love you too Di." I mutter, tidying up the final items from breakfast.

After a quick clean up around downstairs, I make my way back upstairs and into the shower. As I'm washing my hair, my eyes are once again drawn to the red and pink stains in my shower. Even in the grout. I glance around at all the female products that have found their way into my bathroom; shampoos, colour correcting conditioner, a box of tampons and her shower gel. How did we get like this? Where has time gone? It seems like yesterday when I gave her a key and now she lives here, leaving her masses of clothes and products around the place.
This is my future: red hair dye, pink stains and more clothing and beauty products than any one female could ever need. I love her and as stupid and soft as it sounds, I can't imagine life without her anymore. I've never really been the guy to think about marriage and babies...I've always left that side of dreaming to Zoe and Alfie who have always had their lives together way more than I have.
Then came Dianne.
Not only has she literally brightened up my life but now she has me thinking about the future. Our future.
What if she doesn't want a future with me? What if she never wants kids?
Switching the shower off, I shake myself. There's plenty of time to discuss this during our car journey or our quiet weekend trip. All I know is that no matter what, that beautiful red-haired Australian dancer has completely stolen my heart.
Forever.