Joe and Dianne: Life away from you

You ain't never had a friend like me

Dianne's POV:

I couldn't help but freeze. Backing my shaking hands away from the silver handle I feared to think who was waiting on the other side. Waiting patiently for either Joe or I to let them in with fresh faces and big smiles into a home full of Love, laughter, music and happiness. A home that felt warm and comforting to be in... A home that quite frankly was the opposite to this one, filled with hatred, deceit and heart break.

I allowed my eyes to fall off of the handle and onto Joe who was still stood frozen in the place where I broke his heart just minutes ago. Leaving my gaze on him I made my way to the stairs, settling down on them as the tears falling down my face slowed, my pulse still ringing in my ears however as I took in the sight before me. As his own tears continued to fall, I allowed myself to revel in the sight of the boy that I love. It was clear to anyone how handsome and incredibly attractive Joe was. Hell, some of the comments I've seen from 17 year old girls on his Instagram posts proved that much. But as I saw the boy that I met a year ago stand there, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took, I truly allowed myself to look at him the same way I did when we first met. To look at him not as Joe Sugg - my dance partner turned boyfriend, but as Joe Sugg - thatcher turned social media star.

His hair was still the same mousy brown that it always had been, gently flopping over his forehead accentuating the occasional blond streak within his luscious locks that, even when we first met, I found myself desperate to run my hands through. The ends of his hair gently brushing against his eyebrows that even to this day I found myself jealous at how naturally tamed and well shaped they were. I allowed my eyes to drift over his face more, landing on the row of moles on his left cheek, the lines around his sculptured jaw and his soft lips that when I was away on tour face timing him, I found myself yearning to feel against my own. His hot breath against mine as he kissed me like no one ever had before. Until eventually I allowed my eyes to settle on his...

Ever since I had met Joe his eyes had never ceased to impress me. The gentle folds of blue converging with the green flecks within his iris' contrasting the pearly white orbs surrounding them. Not a blemish in sight from stress, sleepless nights or long days could be seen when we first met in that training room all those months ago. But now.... Now things were changed. Joe's eyes continued to maintain the sapphire blue that I craved, yet the canvas in which they laid upon was no longer the pristine white that I loved. Instead red lines squiggled their way across, bags holding onto the few hours of sleep he could get each night settled below, and the smooth olive skin that used to surround his eyes was now red and puffy. As I looked at the boy that I loved, I could see how he had changed. How he had changed from the shy boy in that training room who could make me laugh till my stomach ached for hours on end, to a man who struggles to sleep and now stresses in more places than just a train station or airport. The boy who I grew to love had transformed into a man that I no longer knew, that I no longer thought I loved.

And that's how I knew. Since meeting each other, both Joe and I had changed significantly, so much so that we were no longer meant for one another, meaning one thing and one thing only... It was right for us to break up.

Narrator's POV:

Dianne kept her eyes on Joe as she stayed put on the stairs. Joe however was unable to look her way, having found this whole ordeal far to heartbreaking to deal with. So instead Joe turned his attention back to the door, rubbing his sweaty palms through his hair, and rubbing his final tears off of his face with the hem of his sleeve, before correcting his posture and making his way over to the entrance of his beloved London home.

As he reached for the handle, Joe finally allowed his eyes to rest on Dianne, giving her a look that seemed to say everything that he needed too. A look that told Dianne that this wasn't over yet. That this interruption was nothing more than an inconvenience into the shit storm that was this conversation.