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

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Hey guys! She's back! Still struggling with inspiration and i'm pretty sure this chapter is somewhat different to my others but i'm not quite sure how...anyways! All feedback is welcomed!

Slight TW// for some negativity

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Dianne's POV

A typical evening in the Suggwell household- Joseph in his office, streaming the latest edition of his favourite game, The Last of Us I think it's called? He's been so excited about this game, it's all he has talked about for weeks and now he's been in gaing land for nearly 8 hours now, meaning I have had a LOT of free time today and I can't lie...it's getting a little boring now...so my mind goes to its favourite place: dance world. Hitting shuffle on my old playlist, I push the football table back and kick off my trust old trainers; there is just something so comforting about feeling the music through the floor- the rhythm just flows much easier.

*Mama told me not to waste my life

she said, spread your wings my little butterfly...*

My own mum said something very similar the day I left home and headed to Perth at the age of only 19, with only a suitcase, my car and a head full of choreography and dreams.

FLASHBACK

"Dot, my girl, go and chase those wild dreams of yours because if anyone can do it, its you. Spread those beautiful wings of yours but always remember to fly back home once in a while, promise me that." She whispered, tears in her eyes as she absent mindedly tucked a straying strand of hair behind my ear, her hand cupping my cheek like a child. "I promise mum, i'll always come back home at least once a year, no matter where in the world I end up.

In the last 11 years, I have done my best to honour that promise, usually returning back to my native Oz for Christmas and this year, finally bringing a boyfriend back with me too. As always, he made the best impression on my extended family, especially little Billy and Mia and of course, my mum and dad.

But the reunions in Australia haven't always been as sweet; returning home to my homeland after touring the world- pale, tired and extremely unwell, troubled by my own comparisons to other and truly dwelling on the idea that I wasn't and could never be good enough, thin enough, pretty enough or make it in the dance world had shocked not only my poor mum but myself too. At one of the lowest times in my life, I faced serious decisions, followed with appointments, tears and endless frustration but now, as I dance freely, the rhythm flowing through my body in the kitchen, those times seem nothing more than a distance memory.

*Your words, don't mean a thing

i'm not listening *

Now look at me, moving my way round my boyfriend's central London apartment, the place I now call home, my arms and feet moving exactly as I tell them to- polished and sharp, attached to the body of an athlete and a woman who can now, truly respect the wonderful things my body can do. Out of the corner of my eye, I spy my Joseph hovering in the doorway, simply watching, not wanting to interrupt whatever I have been doing clearly. The expression on his face is one of pure love, even after all this time together in lockdown; the feeling sends my heart soaring as I pause my movement, trailing myself across the floor to slip into his waiting arms, my head coming to rest in my safe place.

"That was beautiful Dotty. I sometimes forget just how talented you are, when you dance like that, just making it up and not having to dumb I down for me, I love watching you." He mutters, dropping a kiss on my hairline, his hands resting on my lower back and chin sitting on the top of my head and I take a moment to just revel in his touch.

8 hours apart, yet in the same house is a long time I suppose...

Joe's POV

"So Joseph, how is this new game going? Is it as good as you wanted it to be?" She grins, pottering round our kitchen and reaching for various ingredients for our dinner. After playing for nearly 8 hours straight, it's safe to say that my head is a little frazzled but coming out to see her dancing so freely, the smile on her face and her excitement to see me- I've never felt better.

I mean.., a girlfriend who lets you game for 8hours AND THEN...cuddles you and makes dinner? She is the stuff of dreams.

Scrolling through the mass of emails I have, I can't help but smile at her before launching into a detailed discussion of the gameplay so far, even though I know she won't have a clue what i'm saying half the time. "Oh Dot, the graphics are INSANE this time round, I mean they have always been good but wow! And I had just over three thous..."

SHIT! What a surprise, I have forgotten all about an upcoming project with an associated AD which I haven't done and the deadline is this week! I've been so distracted with streaming and odd jobs round the garden that I haven't done a thing for it! As if she could feel my stress radiating, Dianne appears behind me, her fingers trailing across my neck softly, tugging gently at the hair on the nape of my neck until my shoulders drop and I sigh heavily. Spinning round on the stool, I rest my head against her abdomen and let the stress run off me, unable to shake the feelings which are overcoming me. "I've forgotten about a project due this week. I haven't even done anything for it because I've been so caught up in my own bubble. This is EXACTLY why I don't deserve these opportunities, i'm not worth it. Who even wants some shitty internet guy to represent their brand, to present their show, to work with them. God knows I wouldn't even want myself."

While I rant, she says nothing at all, simply running her fingers through my hair and occasionally tracing a pattern on my neck before her finger make their way under my chin, lifting my face up so I can see her.

"Are you quite finished Joey? Done? Good. Because i'm here to tell you a thing or two. You are NOT just some internet guy. You are Joe Sugg, Thatcherjoe, strictly runner up, west end star, tv presenter, author, cartoon voice over guy- you're a brother, son, boyfriend. You're my everything. You're an entertainer for the nation and you're an inspiration to so many of those fans of yours for all the right reasons. One project slipping through the cracks is nothing when you think of how much you have actually done okay? And we can get it sorted tomorrow, there is still time love! Please don't let one thing take you to a dark place, yeah? This is something that must have been building so let me in, okay? Look at me, look." Her soft tone never changes, not as she pulls me to my feet and uses her petite body to wrap me in a hug, her head resting under my chin and against my heart for a second before she pulls back once again, her honey eyes meeting my gaze.

"you, Joseph Sugg, are MY everything. You are my entire world right here. You deserve these amazing opportunities you get, just as much as anyone else. I've said it before and i'll say it again, you DESERVE to be a face on the telly, on he cover of magazines, you deserve to do what makes you happy. And just to top it all off? You're gorgeous love, and i'm proud of you no matter what."

Reaching up to cup my face, she strokes my cheek before stealing a kiss and dancing back round the counter to finish the dishes. She will probably never realise how much her words mean to me but suddenly, i'm like a new man. Bouncing off the stool, I dash round the counter and stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist as she washes the plates, just content to hold her for a while.

I really hit the jackpot in the girlfriend department- smart, funny, beautiful...the usuals.

My constant support system, proving that negative words, don't mean a thing and encouraging me to dip my wings into new areas.

If this is what true love is, i'm never going to let it go.