Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Leaving: See you later...loser

Dianne's POV:
5.30am and I've been awake for hours with the feelings of nerves, dread and excitement settling in the pit of my stomach. My first headlining theatre tour; travelling with my two best friends Chloe and Amy and of course the ever talented Ben, Pasquale and Patrice. With only a dance crew of 6 people, there really isn't any room for flaw of mistake as everything is so exposed...so raw. The choreography for the show is so beautiful and if I can manage to pull it off, it should be breathtaking for the audience. The stories we portray: Amy and Ben's love, Chloe's journey from BGT to Strictly and my journey from Burn the Floor to heartbreak to Joseph- it's all so emotional and hold so many memories and feelings for every member. Telling these stories, their significance of it all just adds to my anxiety and unease. What is it Joe says? " always look for the silver lining Di and the stress will ease, I promise."
Glancing at the sleeping figure beside me, the innocence in his face just brings a smile to my face as he stirs lightly, pulling the covers to his chest and returning to his sleep. That man had been my total rock these last few weeks, building my confidence and encouraging me every single day. I'm not going to lie, I may be a professional but there's been quite a few days that I've come home from rehearsals feeling defeated, stressed and down right frustrated with myself over routines and speeches that I can't remember. Every time this happened, Joseph was waiting at home for me, inspirational words and a good meal ready for me, usually followed by a bath and cuddles so I'd be ready for the next day.

Silver lining to this anxiety is the excitement. Getting to travel across England, Scotland and Wales performing in hundreds of theatres and stages in new cities. New opportunities to explore new places and meet the beautiful fans we have gained, hearing about their lives and how little ol me has inspire them! That's the crazy thing, how many people look up to us. To me! The last few days, my twitter mentions have been filled with people counting down to their tour dates. Joe and his family have booked tickets to see a few shows and most importantly, mum and dad fly over in June and will get to see me perform live for the first time in years, in my own show! They've seen me compete with Andrew and I've probably sent them hundreds of videos of Joseph and I throughout Strictly and the occasional ballroom lesson after as well but this is a whole other world. It'll be the first time they meet Joseph in person as well; I know they already love him from the FaceTime conversations but having them all together, under June roof? That's all I could ever wish for.

Feeling the bed shift again and the familiar pressure of Joseph's arm across my stomach, his head resting agains my shoulder and his breathing deep and even. Wrapping my arm around his head, hand coming to rest in his hair, smiling down at him fondly, I think about how time have changed. When we first got together, Joseph was so focused on being the "perfect boyfriend", holding my hand when we could, cuddling me, holding me close to him as the little spoon. With all his attention on me and being "manly", he didn't seem like his usually self and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why. It wasn't until he fell asleep on me, on the sofa after our foxtrot, his head in my lap that I realised. When he woke up, he instantly began apologising for being a "shit boyfriend" and a " weak 12year old boy" and it hit me. He had been putting such an immense pressure on himself for me. That night, Joseph slept on my chest and it was the best nights sleep either of us had. Since that night, I've made sure that I look out for him too, keeping us both happy, content and trying to keep our relationship stress free.

We are both secure and incredibly content in our relationship but I cannot control the Dread I feel about leaving him to go on tour. What if he enjoys the time without me too much? What if he decides he doesn't need my mess, my stupidity...my complaining. He has been single for so long, living in his own so when he gets the peace back, he might realise he doesn't want me if I can't be there all the time. I pull him closer to me, running my fingers through his blond mop, reluctant to let him go.

Catch a grip Dot.

Joe's POV:
"Mmmm OW! That hurt!" I mumble groggily into my girlfriends chest as her hands tug through my messy barnett. "Shit I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get tangled." She apologises, rubbing the sore patch and kissing my head. So she's awake then...knowing Dianne it's probably still ridiculously early so I bury my face back into her, inhaling her scent as she rubs the back of my neck. Relaxing into her grasp, I trail my fingertips lightly over her soft skin, still napping.
Suddenly a sinking feeling hits me: todays the day Dianne leaves for the first leg of the Here Comes the Girls tour. The last time I'll wake up beside her for a while. Last time she will hold me like this.
God I'm so dramatic.
It's the stupid things I'll miss the most, like her sleepy scent, waking up with her hair in my mouth and even her leaving the bloody fridge open. Running my hands along her sides, she begins to wriggle and squirm, giggling hysterically. "Joseph! Stop! Joe joe no please I thought you were asleep! Stoooop!" She cries. "Neveerrrrr!" I yell, using my weight to hold her in place, tickling her more. "I love you I love you! Stop! You're the best! I love you Joseph! I'm gonna wee!" She screams, pushing me off her and sprinting off to the loo laughing.
This is my favourite version of "us". We have the professional versions, the vlogging versions, and finally the goofy, fun-loving versions where everything is hilarious and we act like actual children.
Sitting up a bit, i reach for my phone; 7.30am. As Dianne bounces back in from the bathroom, I open my arms for her to climb into my lap and she snuggles back into my chest. "You know, you actually made me wee a little bit Joe! You're so mean." She laughs, her hands roaming my bare chest, head lying against my shoulder. "I bloody hope you changed your kickers you weirdo. That has GOT to be a girl thing, I've never EVER done that." I state, pushing her off me jokingly before pulling her close again, peppering her face with soft kisses.

After our morning coffee and some more cuddles in the love seat, we begin to move and get ready for the day ahead. As time flies in, it becomes more and more evident just how stressed Dianne is. She runs between rooms, packing and unpacking and the repacking again before flipping down in front of her case and grabbing her hair in frustration. Lingering in the doorway, I call her name softly to catch her attention in an attempt to calm her down a bit. She meets my gaze, her beautiful hazel eyes brimming with tears. "Di...come here my girl" I mutter, bringing her into my arms and stroking her hair in a bit to settle her rampant emotions. "I'm...in so sorry Jospeh I'm being stupid again." She whimpers tearfully. "Come here Dianne, come on now, you're not being stupid love. Tell me what's going through that beautiful brain of yours. Let me in." I plead as her breathing evens out and she calms down again. Maintaining my grip on her, I guide us into the bed, Di wrapping her body in top of mine. "I don't want distance to come between us. What if this...is...is ruined because I'm on tour? Screw the strictly curse, it'll be the tour curse." She grumbles, gripping my shirt even tighter.

"Dianne Claire Buswell. Look at me. Up here, in my eyes please. I love you. Endlessly. No matter what. Yes I'll miss you when you're not here but it'll make it even better when you get home. Dancing is your passion and you are so bloody talented. I can't wait to come and see the show, to see you dance without me slowing you down. You're going to have an amazing time! Now. Have you got everything? Let's zip your case and get ready to go." I say, pulling us into an upright position and moving towards her case. Once the final checklist is completed, we move towards the front door and she fears up again, wrapping me in a death group hug. "Goodbye Joseph...I'll miss you. Promise me we can FaceTime as much as possible?" She whispers, her voice braking slightly. Kissing her passionately, I look her in the eye. "It's not goodbye you loser, it's just see you later." I smile.
"I love you dance well! Prank loads!" Touching my face, Dianne walks towards the lift, giggling.

"See you later...loser."