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

Pancakes: Could you MAKE anymore mess?

Joe's POV:

Today is one of those days.

One of those days where you just wake up feeling shit and it gets worse from there on.

The gentle stream of natural light, breaking through the curtains, woke me up and instantly informed me that I was in bed later than I should be. Still unable to open my eyes due to my groggy state, I reach out for my girlfriend, in the hopes that a quick morning cuddle would lift this mood and I'm greeted with a cold, clinical feeling bed, no trace of my girlfriend to be found.

Great.

Didn't even say goodbye before she set off for her full-day of rehearsals.

Rubbing my eyes furiously, I mentally prepare myself for the blinding sunshine I know I will face in 3,2,1...yup. Another GLORIOUS day in London. A quick glance of my phone reveals three things: !. That it is currently 10.45am 2) Someone turned my 8am alarm off and 3) Dianne hasn't even text me this morning, all of the above darkening my mood significantly. Traipsing round the room, im confronted with underwear, clothes, ballroom shoes and other "girlfriend related" items, just thrown carelessly on the floor, left for a later date when said item would miraculously disappear and the "Joe...have you seen my..."would become the phrase of the day. Shaking my head, I unhook my dressing gown from the hanger and stomp towards the bathroom, hoping a warm shower, quick shave and face mask would make me feel slightly more myself, in preparation for a day of filming and editing various pieces for various vlogs. Continuing my usual routine, the teeth are brushed, sink cleaned, face washed, I then shrug off my gown, placing it on the bathroom hook, before stepping into the warm shower, allowing the water to wash away my foul mood- clean body, clean mind and all that crap. As I get out of the shower, my attention is drawn to the mirror, now steamed up and the little message that had obviously been placed there to make me smile-"I love you xx". Smiling lightly, I wonder when she had time to do that...Dianne doesn't usually shower up here as its too difficult to wash the red stains off my tiles. Even the little declaration of love is not enough to bring me out of this mood though, as I make my way back to the bedroom, I overthink the time I have lost this morning,

Time which I could have spent at the gym.

Time which I could have spent rehearsing.

Time I could have spent working.

Rifling through my wardrobe, in search of my old Sugg life hoodie, the frustration grows as I realise that it is missing again. Of all the Sugg life hoodies I've given her, she still takes mine. Settling for my yellow sweater instead, I tug it over my head and quickly run a hand through my mop of blond hair, which is desperate for a cut but I just can't find the time to fit it in. Checking my phone once again, still no message. Great. As I drag myself downstairs, I become faintly aware of the smell of cooking and the soft, tuneless singing that I've grown attached to; so she is still at home then, that explains the lack of messages then. Looking round my kitchen, the cupboard doors are open, the fridge is open, there's flour all over the Sugg life hoodie I have been looking for and Di is currently balanced on her tip-toes, stretching above her for the Honey.

"Could you MAKE anymore mess Dianne?!" I groan angrily, holding my head.

Dianne's POV:

Joe's tone startles me, i'm not going to lie. I'm not used to seeing him worked up or angry, we usually have the 30minute rule, meaning if we are frustrated, we take 30minutes to ourselves, away from the other and then we don't end up arguing over something petty or upsetting someone. So to see Joe tugging his hair and grumbling at me whilst I made him breakfast...yeah it hurt a little. Shrugging it off, I smile over to him, pouring a special loveheart pancake into the pan, "Morning Joseph! I thought i'd make us some breakfast as I have a late call time today, maybe we could spend the rest of the morning together?" I suggest tentatively. Without looking up, he grunts a reply, something about needing to work, having slept in and it's like a little knife poking my heart...I hate seeing him like this! He went to sleep happy, contented and most definitely knowing how loved he is and yet, he seems to have woken up in a dark, angry mood for no reason. Choosing not to take it to heart, I turn my attention back to making him the best pancake stack in history, topped with Greek yoghurt, blueberries, strawberries, kiwi and honey, served with a coffee and a glass of fresh orange and mango juice. "Here's some breakfast my love, served with a morning kiss and of course a smile!" I giggle, pressing a kiss to his head as I set the plate down, moving back to the kitchen to tidy up, not wanting to antagonise him any further with my messy ways.

"Thank you Di."

Kitchen immaculate again, Joseph sat on the sofa, hunched over his laptop, tapping furiously on the keys as he works, I find myself unsure of what to do. On one hand, I want to go over to him, cuddle into his side and just hold him as he works, in an attempt to bring him out of this mood but equally, I don't want to make him upset or cross with me. "Dianne. Are you just going to stand in the middle of the room all day or..? It's distracting." He asks sarcastically, not even looking up to me. That is IT Joseph Graham Sugg, I've had enough. Strutting over to him confidently, determined to hide the pain I was feeling, I take the laptop off him and place it on the coffee table silently, before kneeling down in-front of him and taking his hands in mine. Drawing a deep breath in and blinking back tears, I gaze at him, even though he refuses to look up from his lap. "Joe. What's going on? You really aren't yourself today at all, this anger? It isn't you!" I plead, running my thumb over his knuckles gently, rocking back and forth on my toes to keep my balance at his feet. "I'm fine. Leave it Dianne." he mutters coldly and suddenly, I can't hold the tears anymore-they fall freely down my face, dripping softly onto his knees, my hands too preoccupied to wipe them myself. Hesitating for a second, I pull my hands away and stand up, walking away, when he notices i'm crying and his entire demeanor changes in a split second.

"Oh my god Dot, i'm so sorry! Oh come here my love, I didn't mean to upset you, please forgive me!" he leaps up, wrapping me in a tight embrace from behind, his hands criss-crossed over my body as he rocks me side to side, showering me with kisses. Taking a minute to compose myself and wipe the tears, I say nothing. Slowly, moves us so i'm now pressed against his chest, held tight under his chin, still pressing kisses to my head, neck, shoulder, anything he can reach whilst his hand rubs my back soothingly. Once again in control of my emotions, I pull back so I can look at him, silently waiting for an explanation for this mornings out-of-character behaviour. With a kiss on the lips, he starts.

"Dianne, Dot, i'm so sorry. Today has just been one of those days where I have woke up in a shit mood and the tiny things have just irritated me more. That's no excuse for upsetting you though and I can't apologise enough. Oh God, I never, ever wanted to hurt you or make you cry. I should have snapped out of this mood quicker. Can you forgive me?" He begs, his ocean blue eyes turning a sea green as they fill with tears, still rocking us side to side, changing his weight the way I taught him way back when. Reaching up to catch the first tear to fall, running my thumb gently over his freshly shaven face, I kiss him, our unspoken sign of forgiveness. "If i'm being completely honest, you've hurt me a little bit this morning. I was just trying to make it a nice morning together, you were sleeping through your alarm and I know how tired you are, so when you didn't wake up, I turned it off. When I couldn't get back to sleep, I nipped to the shops so we could have a little breakfast date and some cuddles before I left for work but it just all went wrong and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have cried either, I knew deep down you didn't mean it but it stung all the same." I sigh, leaning back against his chest, allowing him to cradle me again, relieved that the tension is now broken.

Leading us over to the sofa, he pulls me down on his lap and cuddles me close to his chest, almost like a child, my head rested in the gap between his shoulder and his chin and my legs rested across him. Looking at the clock and then back to him, I grin "Hey its 12 o'clock, morning is over and done with. Friends again?"

Winking back at me, that all-to-familiar Sugg smirk appears; "Oh I think we've ALWAYS been more than friends Dotty."