It's in the little things: One-shots x2

Wiltshire trips: Home

Dianne's POV

"Dianne love! Oh come here, you look so beautiful as always, I hope my Joe is still treating you well! Oh give us a cuddle!" Tracey gushes, pulling me into a warm hug, whilst glaring at Joe over my shoulder before stepping back and smiling fondly at the two of us. "Oh just LOOK at you two, the sight of you two never gets old, it makes me so happy!" she sighs happily, before Joe interrupts her thoughts, "Alright mum! Give me my girlfriend back and lets head back to yours so you can go let your hair down at this party tonight!" he chuckles. Shuffling back over to Joseph, I tuck myself under his arm as we walk back towards his mums car to begin the journey back to her house for the night, Joseph chatting idly to his mum about his upcoming projects and the excitement of west end. Despite the fact we have been together close to a year now and the way Joe has just asked me to move in, I still can't quite believe just how welcoming the Sugg family have been, accepting me with open arms into both Joe and their lives without hesitation. As cliched as it may sound, they really are like my second family in the UK.

Arriving back at Mother Sugg's house, Tracey whizzes off to get herself ready for tonight's party, whilst Joe and I get settled in our bedroom and tidy ourselves up a little after the train ride down here. " You alright Dot? You've been a little quiet since we arrived" Joe mutters, appearing behind me and pressing a sweet kiss to the top of my head. One of my favourite things about Joseph is our height difference, which ironically...has always been an insecurity of his apparently. The way I fit just underneath his chin, makes me feel so safe in his grip, like nothing bad can ever happen.

I just love it.

" Yeah i'm good little one, just thinking as all. You happy to be back in the West country again?" I smile, allowing myself to relax into his hold as he pulls us towards the freshly made bed and dropping us both on top of the feather duvet, pulling me to his chest as we settle. "I'm happy to be anywhere you are but yes, it's nice to see mum, hector and the cows again I suppose. What's going through that wonderful brain of yours? It's not like you to be this quiet...thinking or not." frowning slightly, he reaches up to run his thumb over my cheek, gently lifting my face so he can meet my gaze. Knowing there is no way to avoid this, I cave and begin to consider my words, "It's...something I said earlier in my vlog but hadn't fully realised until I said it if you get me? Then it all hit again when you mum cuddled me earlier so its just got me stuck in my brain I guess." Looking expectantly at me, Joe says nothing, knowing it is better to allow me to get everything out before disrupting my brain flow.

"I mean you'll see it anyway but I said this afternoon, I've never really had a home before, in the UK that is. I left Australia and moved from shitty flat to slightly less shitty flat, from roommate to roommate to rat. But I've never considered any of those places as "home". Moving into yours, that's different for me. You've made it my home in the way you love me so it's not the building that's home for me, its you. My home is now with you. I know it doesn't make sense or anything but I can't explain it better. You and your family? That's my home now." I finish, letting out a breath that I didn't know I had been holding and burying my face into his shirt.

Hmmm...I like this shirt actually...

It'd definitely look better on me.

Joe's POV

"Dianne Buswell, I think that is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me. In a round about kind of way, I know what you mean. Obviously not the whole being-on-the-other-side-of-the-world but in the sense that...God I've never told you this before and it makes me sound like a soppy git." I glance around anxiously, one hand unknowingly making its way up to scratch my neck before inhaling deeply, causing her head to slide gently off my chest. Looking at me with those enchanting tawny eyes, she silently encourages me to continue whilst she positions herself, crossed-legged, in front of me.

"When you were on tour all that time, my apartment felt...empty. Like I've lived there quite a while now and it has never felt this way, even when I lived alone. I missed the annoying things you do, like staining my sheets, leaving cupboards open and nicking my t-shirts all the time. It didn't feel like home until you came back through that door, until the smell of pancakes was coming from the kitchen, combined with your wonderful singing. It a nutshell, it wasn't my home either, not until I had you back with me. And that scares me. I've never been like this with anyone before because I've never allowed myself to love someone the way I love you. So im glad you've found a home in me and i'll promise you now, I will never evict you. Not unless you do something crazy like dye my hair in my sleep or leave the fridge open overnight." I chuckle lightly, trying to lighten the mood and reaching out to take her petite hands in mine.

"Now enough of this soppiness, let's go find Hector and watch the sunset outside for a bit, take in that fresh country air."

Choosing to spend the evening on the patio, throwing endless dog toys and joking between us, I feel lighter than I have in weeks, truly just enjoying the feeling of tranquility between us; it is as if there has been an ever-so-slight shift in our relationship, one step closer to "forever". "Hector! Oh my GOD that toy is so annoying! Out of all his toys, why does he insist on playing with that one" Di groans, flopping dramatically against me as he drops the squeaking pig on her lap once again. Throwing it one final time, she turns to face me, capturing my lips with her own, soft lips, pressing me back against the cushions. Smiling into it, I kiss her back, mentally noting how I have become so comfortable with her random attacks of affection and how much that has changed in the past year. "You never fail to surprise me Buswell. What was that for love? Not that i'm complaining of course." I smirk, stealing another kiss and cupping her face in my hands, determined to soak in every last tiny detail before we both head back to our chaotic life in London.

Grinning widely up at me, a new found sparkle in her eye, she states ever-so-simply, "I know what I was trying to say earlier now. Where you are? That's my home now. YOU are my home Joseph Graham Sugg and I love every last bit of it."