Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

The argument: Not even related!

Joe's POV:

After an exciting two weeks, it's back to work time for both of us. Moving away from our holiday bliss and little local dates, I need to face up to reality and start editing some of my recent footage to create some content for my channel; even Dianne has vlogged more than I have recently, my little vlogging nerd. She never fails to make me proud, whether it be through her amazing dancing and choreography or through the way she has not only embraced my career but joined in with it too! I'm not going to lie, I was pretty nervous showing our relationship on camera to begin with but I couldn't exactly hide it after the publicity of strictly. When Di suggested she make her own channel, my heart skipped a bloody beat. I wasn't ready for her to face the public in that way, that exposure and of course the hate that would naturally follow her but man did she surprise me yet again. Her channel just took off overnight and she gained 100k followers in less than a week! She's a complete natural and has managed to keep filming and editing whilst on tour across the country and of course, her audience love her as well as the team joanne audience. All I ever wanted was to find a girl who could accept my career, could accept me and with Dianne, I have found all that and more; I've got a girlfriend who loves YouTube as much as I do and is more than happy to share the screentime with me, in fact she encourages me to film more I would usually. I'm a lucky boy.

Turning my attention back to the vlog I'm currently trying to edit, I need to get this finished before Dot gets back. She headed into London this morning for some work meetings and she said something about needing her eyebrows done and possibly her nails? I can't fully remember but I know it's something to do with her strict beauty regime. If I can get this finished and uploaded tonight, it means we have the evening free and the fans will be kept happy for a day or two. Grabbing my phone, I shoot Di a quick text to check what she wants for dinner so I can get it prepared; one thing I've learned about my wonderful girlfriend is that it is NOT a good idea to surprise her with a meal because she just won't eat it. Having sorted that one, back to editing I go or i'll never get this finished tonight I swear and I want to spend sometime with my girl before she heads off back to work, travelling the country as a strictly professional. I sometimes take it for granted just how talented she is, I can't wait to see her perform on stage without a dead weight like me holding her back, perform with someone who can help her reach her full potential after our whirlwind strictly journey.

Dianne's POV:

FUMING ISN'T EVEN THE WORD RIGHT NOW. Go to the new beauty place they said. It's amazing they said. Could not have been more wrong. The woman there has totally butchered my poor eyebrows and there is very little I can do until it bloody grows back. Rubbing furiously at my brows, as if it woud magically fix it, I need to send Joseph a text letting him know that i'm in a bit of a mood before he says something little and sets me off. I know what i'm like and at times like this, I truly do live up to my redheaded stereotype and lash out...Joe doesn't deserve that from me, he didn't ruin my eyebrows. Having sent a message ahead, warning him to leave me alone for a bit until I calm down again, I relax into the back of the uber, running my fresh nails through my hair I allow my thoughtsto drift to a happier place and enjoy the remainder of my journey home.

Dragging myself through the front door,i head towards the kitchen in search for a drink before planning to disappear to our bedroom for a while. Closing the fridge, I feel two very familiar arms wrap around me from behind and place gentle kisses on the back of my head but for the first time, this doesn't settle me, if anything it infuriates me more as it means he clearly didn't bother to read my text then. Pushing away from him, I storm away, not meeting his gaze. " Dianne? Have I done something to upset you? I'm sorry!" he pleads, trying to bring me back to his side. The anger has reached boiling point.

"Joseph! Do you ever read your texts? No? Clearly not. I've had the worst day, my eyebrows look like shit and I just wanted some time to cool off alone, which you would have known if you had checked your phone. Instead you crowd me. Please can I have some time alone? I love you but I need to chill." I say, as evenly as I can but the venom is evident in my tone. I'll have to apologise for that later...

"Dotty, your eyebrows look fine! What do you think is so wrong with them! Sorry, I've been editing, I haven't looked at my phone recently but of course you can have some you time. Do you want me to run you a bath and bring you some wine to help you relax?" he murmurs sheepishly, fiddling with my fingers a little.

"Fine?! Eyebrows are supposed to be...to be like sisters right? These? They are not even related! She dropped wax and has ripped out half my bloody eyebrow Joseph!" I groan, giving up and curling into his side as he pulls me close in a hug before shuffling us both over to the sofa, never letting me leave his grasp as we collapse in a heap.

"I know you don't want to hear this right now but you need to. You look absolutely beautiful and yes, there may be a little gap in your eyebrow for now but that can be fixed. Accidents happen. Maybe the beautician was nervous, maybe she had a shitty day or maybe she recognised you and the pressure was too much. You never know what someone is going through until you walk in their shoes. Now I've seen you do your makeup a hundred times now, I know you can fill in the gap with that pencil thingy. I promise you, it isn't as bad as you think it is my love, it really isn't." He says firmly, one hand rubbing my back soothingly, the other resting on my cheek as he pulls me in for a kiss. Pulling back, he places soft kisses on my lips, nose, eyebrow and finally my hairline before resting his chin on my head. Moments like this make me realise just how lucky I am to have Jospeh.

"Okay okay you win. I feel better now. Thank you. About that bath though...?" I smirk up at him, clearly chancing my luck. Chuckling, he gets up and heads towards the bathroom. " The things I do for you Dianne Buswell, the things I do." He mutters.

God, I'm a lucky girl.