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

Love: You don't spell it, you feel it.

Dianne's POV:

Being on tour always comes with a flurry of emotions for me, no matter where in the world I am, who i'm performing with or what i'm doing- my emotions always win at some stage and it leaves with an array of mixed memories, whether I am away for six days or six weeks. Currently, we are in Leeds...I think...and it's been a few days since Joe and I last seen each other but it feels like a lifetime. Having finished yet another show here, once again I have found myself alone, in a strange hotel room, with my ditzy brain working over-time as I settle into the cold bed by myself. This time last year, Joseph and I were in our own, romantic bubble; lifting the glitterball every night together and then going back to the hotel together, to OUR room, to explore and learn more about our blossoming relationship and despite the negative press and our own nerves, the whole live tour chapter truly formed the foundation of our whole relationship. Glancing around the sterile room, everything is neat and white and empty...other than the contents of my suitcase which has somehow ended up spread across the floor; if Joe was here, he would, no-doubt, be chasing me round the room, tickling me and throwing random clothes at me until I tidied up and then we could collapse in the bed, wraps wrapped together and our giggles echoing.

But he isn't here.

He is at home.

So the clothes stay where they are.

As if he knew, my laptop springs to life with an incoming facetime call from Joseph and wiping the stray tears from my rosy cheeks, I hit answer and allow myself to fall into the feather pillows with the laptop sitting on Joe's side of the bed. "Ello beautiful! How was the show? Did you eat something before you got into that comfy looking bed? I KNOW you Dot, you'll fall asleep and then you'll not feel great in the morning, so tell me you at least had something small?" Watching his facial expression carefully, I can detect the hint of worry lacing his grin, the tiniest bit of doubt in his ocean eyes and that subtle change is enough for my emotions to spill over once and for all. Between sobs, I manage to choke out a few words, "Ye...ate...orange and some....crackers after...show...Joseph..." and all the while, he rests his chin on his hands and whispers a series of sweet nothings through the camera, desperate to reassure me, love me and soothe me without physically holding me- which is all I really want. "Oh sweetheart, I wish I could cuddle you right now but for now me love, you are going to have to settle for my words." He mutters, fiddling with our bed sheets sheepishly. Drawing a deep breath, I wipe the tears staining my cheeks, more than likely smearing my mascara but I don't care- he has seen it all before and for some bizarre reason...loves me anyway.

"Dotty, love...look at me. There is something i'm going to tell you. I was going to hold off but you seem like you need it tonight..." his words trail off as his face lights up, that all-too-familiar Sugg smirk plastered on his face. I can't quite decide whether his words make me more anxious or if in a strange way, his famous smirk relaxes me..."What? What have you done Sugg...what are you up to?" I giggle helplessly as he pulls silly faces. "Okay Dot, trust me. Go to the suitcase, the big red one and open the front pocket yeah? Leave me somewhere I can see you, yeah? Yeah its good here, now go check the case." The smile on his face does things to my heart- and my heart grows at least three sizes when I pull out my favourite hoodie of his, a small bottle of his aftershave and a hand-written letter concluding with my all-time favourite phrase;

"I love you forever and always, to the moon and back my Dotty. Never forget that."

Its always in the little things he does, it's the little things that prove our love is stronger than anything else.

Joe's POV:

Dianne has currently been on tour for fifteen days, five hours and 31 minutes.

Not that i'm counting

Well, I should say that it has been that long since I seen her last, not since she went on tour- it has been longer again since she left the first time. As I said, not that i'm counting. It's currently just after midnight and I think she is on her way to Nottingham right now, the last stop before the cast and crew wrap up the last shows in London and I get my girlfriend all to myself for a few days. With our chaotic schedules, I have only been able to see her once during this tour and despite the fears we shared, worries about relationship and the strain it may put on the separation anxiety which plagues both of us both actually, aside from a few tears from Dianne not long after I left, we have done so well! In a few short days, she will be back in my arms but as the clock strikes midnight, that thought does nothing to settle my aching heart and empty bed and right now, all I want is to curl up with my girl.

And as if by magic, she calls and her beautiful face fills my screen whilst her Aussie accent rings in my ears, settling my uneasy heart instantly, without even meaning too. "My Joseph, oh my sweetheart I've missed you today! I'm sorry I've been so quiet, its been chaos and I just couldn't get my new fruit outfit to sit right without showing too much, I swear, I am driving Katya MAD with it all but I love her so it's all good. How has your day been up to much?" Just hearing her cheery voice and her all-round liveliness has brought a tear and once it has fallen, they just don't stop and suddenly, I am a sniffly, snotty mess as Di mutters soft words and loving phrases-using words where physical touch is lacking. "Joseph love, look here. I know that I'll be home to hold you so very soon, just a few more days but...I did prepare a little pick-me-up for a night like this if you want it? Just a little something to remind you that I do love you, even when i'm not beside you. Take the phone with you and go and get your Michael Korrs rucksack that you brought home from Birmingham for me." Tossing back the covers, I pad over to Dianne's side of the wardrobe and pull out the rucksack that had somehow become hers. "Now what Dot?" I chuckle, lifting it into the bed beside me, watching as her nose scrunches and her amber eyes light up- a sure sign of mischief.

"Joseph, my love. Open the front pocket, it is a little thing but I hope it makes you feel a little better until I can get back to you myself. Go on, open it. I packed this before I even left for tour, funny how you did the same thing to me back a few weeks ago, isn't it." Setting my phone down by the side, I carefully open the bag and pull out her usual sleep shirt of mine, Americano and a little note addressed to me. In one, swift movement, I bring both the shirt and Americano to my nose, inhaling her soft scent, the one that lingered on her pillow but faded within the week she left. Leaving the note aside, I curl up in bed again and continue with our conversation, my spare hand never leaving Americano. Once Dot falls asleep, as usual on our facetime calls, I hang up with a whispered "I love you" and roll over onto her side of the bed, armed with Americano and her shirt draped across the pillow, reaching out for her letter. The words once again bring tears to my eyes but her final sentence gently reassures me once again.

"I am in luve with you Joe Sugg, never forget it."

Reminds me of a quote Dianne once shared on Instagram, a Winnie the Pooh one I think. "You don't spell love, you feel it." and of course, she was right. Love is more than just a word, love is a feeling, the ability to soothe the other person regardless of where in the world you are, that is when you KNOW it is true, undeniable love.

I miss her but the feeling of our love never leaves.