Joe and Dianne: Life away from you

Back to reality

Joe's POV:

"Fucking hell! Who's this stranger?" Jack Joked as a I made my way over to the lads for the first time in almost 4 months. I'd obviously spoken to the boys and seen them individually but as I walked over to the group consisting of Jack, Mikey, Conor, Josh, Caspar, Oli, and Byron - I couldn't help but allow a huge smile to come too my face, highlighting just how much I have actually missed them all. Even Josh - which I wasn't completely expecting in all honesty.

"You alright boys?" I asked, hiding just how happy I was to see them all. My question was replied with 6 or 7 nods of the head and quiet mumbles telling me that everything was okay. As a whole, we never really had serious conversations in the group, unless it was work related, which even then was conversations about what stupid thing we could film with each other next. So after having to be professional and presentable for the past 6 months, it was nice to just grab a drink, be stupid and not care about the way I was being looked at. After all, every single one of the boys knew just how weird and stupid I really was.

As ever, our conversations flowed and our banter was endless but eventually all eyes were turned onto me as my recent adventures into the world of TV were discussed.

"So Joe, how did the tour go bro?" Byron asked me. Although I had been living in the same house as Byron for the past 2 years or so, I hadn't had a proper chat with him in what felt like forever.

"Yeah it was good I guess." I replied being modest about how fucking amazing the experience was.

Jack gasped audibly, basically scoffing at my previous statement.

"What?" I questioned slightly confused. As I looked at Jack expectantly, all the boys except for Caspar and Byron began to laugh out in hysterics. I raised an eyebrow at Jack feeling more than baffled by what was being found so funny right now.

"Its just that...." Jack began

"Jack don't tell him" Josh interrupted him quickly.

"Don' tell me what?" I questioned beginning to get slightly pissed of by this whole charade the boys were putting up. There was an awkward silence before Jack ignored Josh's previous statement and piped up again.

"It's just like how the fuck can you say that it was 'good you guess' when you basically got to eye fuck with the fittest girl on the show like every night."

I could feel everyone lean in, pondering how I was going to react to what they were saying about Dianne. At first I felt slightly pissed off, mainly because I knew for a fact that what I had heard was definitely a PG version of what they had probably been saying when I'm not around. And I can't even begin to explain just how much I hate the thought of my mates thinking of My girlfriend in that way. But as I let Jack's crude comment settle into my head, I allowed a smile on my face to appear as I thought about how right he was..... Actually no. He was wrong... I didn't just get to eye fuck with the fittest girl on the show, I got to eye fuck with the fittest girl in the entire world. And this is a world that has Mila Kunis in it sooooo.....

I shrugged my shoulders in reply to his comment before Caspar, thankfully, moved the conversation along - smiling to myself knowing that out of all the boys, I was by far the luckiest because all they had was fast WiFi and their right hand, but I had the most beautiful girl in the world.

Dianne's POV:
This morning I woke up back in my own bed, in my own home, not knowing what the fuck to do with myself. My body was still slightly achy from tour but my brain was as awake as anything - not letting me fall back into much needed sleep. So like any insane person would, I decided to go for for a run at 6 am in the pissing rain. I never hated running but I knew exactly what I wanted to be doing this morning and running was not one of those things.

Waking up on my own this morning made me realise just how much time I had spent with Joe over the past 6 months. Almost every day except for the 10 days I was in Australia over Christmas, I had been able to be near him, been able to breath in his comforting scent, been able to hold him whenever I needed to. But as I instinctively reached over to my left hand side in bed this morning - finding nothing but a cold mattress as company, I was reminded just how much I hate the feeling of living alone.

My entire life I had either been living with my parents or with fellow dancers as roommates. But when I began renting my own apartment after moving to London, I soon found out how much I hated being on my own. That's when I met Anthony - and after going out with him for no less than a month, I was basically living with him all year round.

But now that he and I had broken up, and my new boyfriend was back to his reality of waking up at 10, then cracking on with his life - I couldn't help but begin to feel all alone for the first time in almost 2 years.

After returning from the torture of an early morning run, I showered - had some breakfast and eventually went back upstairs to my phone. As I reached the unit which my life basically depended on, I saw two messages, one giving me hope and the other giving me fear.

The first of which was from Amy;
'Hiya babe, just got a call from James the tour manager, he's given us the go ahead for HCTG. Fancy getting a coffee with the boys and Chloe later?'

Replying instantly I found myself plastering a huge smile onto my face as I looked forward to the next faze of my life. My debut tour that I was actually staring in rather than backing up more talented people.

Moving onto the other message, my heart skipped a beat as I saw that Joe had sent me a text. But that smile that I found myself harbouring earlier soon dissipated into a look of fear as I read the message.
'Hey Di - do you want to come round to mine for dinner this evening, we need to talk x'