Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Sickness: No words needed

Dianne's POV:

"And Goodnight!" we scream as we dance off the stage for the final time. Another show over and done with, tonight we head back to London for a few days, staying in a hotel near the venue. Reaching the wings, a wave of dizziness hits me and I stumble into the nearest body to me; AJ. He catches me quickly and keeps me upright until the spell passes, a look of concern flashing across his face, " You alright Lady Di? You had a wobble on stage earlier too, have you eaten anything today? Hey Liv? Can I get a water bottle here for Dianne please?" Keeping his arm around me, he drags me towards a seat in the quick change area and sets me down, pulling my shoes off and putting my socks  and trainers on my feet as Liv hands over the waterbottle. " You alright Buzzinator?" she questions, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder as I lean back in the seat. " Yeah yeah i'll survive, I'm not feeling too great, I think the show just took it out of me today. And yes AJ, I ate earlier. I think im coming down with a cold is all, some ecchinchea drops and i'll be fine! Now leave me alone both of you, I need to change back into my clothes before the coach leaves without me. " I laugh, pushing Liv slightly in the direct of the others and reaching to unzip my costume.

Stuffing the last few items in my handbag and digging to the bottom in desperate search for paracetamol or cold and flu medication, coming back empty handed, I sigh in frustration before zipping it up and heading out of the changing room. Approaching stage door, I take a deep breath and plaster a smile on my face as I dance out to meet our wonderful fans, posing for pictures, giving hugs and signing phones, programmes and pictures, before being bundled onto the bus by security. Finding a seat, I drop everything and collapse in a heap. There seems to be some sort of party going on down the back of the bus but i'm not really in the mood for joining in. instead I curl up in a ball on my seat, reaching for one of Joseph's sweaters from my bag to wrap around myself, hoping to fall asleep during the long journey back to London. I don't even get to go home either, I've got to stay in a hotel for the convenience of the producers but at least Joe gets to stay with me. Looking around me, I glance at Katya and Neil, then Aljaz and Jannette and I can't control the pang of jealousy that washes over me...why can't I have that? Why do I always have to be away from my love? I know this is my career and I've worked bloody hard to get here but I can't help but feel lonely. Sniffling in the vain hope that it will clear my nose, I feel the tears threating to fall down my face. I send Joseph a text, letting him know that we are on the road and telling him not to wait up, I put my earphones in and attempt to drift off into a light sleep to pass the time; my entire body aches, my nose is snuffly, my chest rattles but soon i'll be back in London, in a hotel and with my man.

Wandering down the bus, Pasha stops by me and places a gentle hand on my forehead, dropping a bottle of sparkling water and a can of coke beside me. " You've definitely got quite the temperature Dianne, are you feeling okay? It's not like you to be this quiet and out of the party." Looking up at him, my glassy eyes give me away and he sits beside me, pulling me into a hug and rubbing my back comfortingly as I cry onto him.  "I'm so ill and I have no medication left, I have no appetite and I just want to sleep for days but the show must go on. And I miss Joe and my mum and its all just got a bit much. Oh God Pash, what am I going to do when you leave? I miss you already!" He says nothing,  still holding me whilst playing with his phone in his other hand. The exhaustion hits me like a bus and moments after my mini meltdown, i'm out like a light, leaning on Pasha for support.

Joe's POV:

Having checked us both in, I head up to our bedroom for the night to try and get it a little bit more comfortable for Dianne when she gets in. I know she will be knackered and the last thing she will want to do is untuck the sheets from under the mattress and she probably wont have eaten much either so I've brought some essentials for her to munch on later. The room itself is actually very nice and the first thing I do is sprawl out across the bed, ditching my bags at the door and reaching for my phone as it dings in my pocket. I've got two texts; One from Dot, telling me they are travelling and she's going to try and nap and the other from Pasha. Pasha? " Hello Joe, just letting you know that Dianne isn't feeling too well, she is currently asleep on me. Heads up, she is a little bit emotional. See you soon." I knew Di hadn't been too well recently, she had admitted on face time last night that she had been struggling to sleep, snuffled up and a slight cough but she had said it was a passing thing, that she felt fine overall. I had previously vlogged the lead up to her return but if she's a little unsettled then it might not be the best idea to try and video the rest, i'm sure I will find something to fill up the vlog.

Settling down on the chair, I turn the TV on and flick through for something aimless to watch as I wait for her to arrive. I know that if I lie on the bed, i'll conk out and that's the last thing I want to do. Sticking on an episode of friends, I set to work editing my next video and three episodes later, I get a text from Di saying she has just arrived and will be up in a moment. Putting my work stuff away, I lift her shorts and one of my t-shirts out on the bed and set them beside Americano, ready for her to just climb into bed. As the door opens, I can see she's not well. She meets my gaze and no words are needed. The tears start flowing down her pale face and she walks into my open arms, not even stopping to close the door, she just buries herself in grip. As she sobs, I manoeuvre us so I can close the door behind us and begin to get her ready for bed, helping her change and gently wiping the makeup off her face as she lies back on the bed. Pulling my t-shirt off quickly, I shuffle in beside her and pull her back to my chest, holding eye contact but still not uttering a single word. We didn't need to.

As she drifts off to sleep, she groggily mumbles an apology against my bare skin. Even feeling as sick as she is, She still feels the need to apologise to me? " You look after me when i'm poorly...after Blackpool and then when you actually came home from tour so this is the very least I can do for you my love. Now sleep bub, I love you and we can chat then in the morning. Come here you." Pressing a kiss on her lips, we settle down for the night but not before she warns me, " If you get sick Joseph. Don't you DARE blame me."

That's my girl.