Today was the big day, the YouTuber was moving to London. As the sun creeped into to his empty bedroom, his eyes sprung open, for the first time in almost a year he was excited to see another day. This was the start of a new chapter for Joe, a new beginning and hopefully the start of being able to cope with his previous tragedies. It had taken months of heartache, pain and tears for him to reach this point. Just as he was packing up the last few. Things, the man stumbled upon a photo frame of himself, with a massive smile painted across his face, and her, she was right next to him, smiling too. This was too much, his face crumbled, and his eyes began to flood his cheeks again. Guilt spiralled through his mind as he saw her smiling face, how could he have been so naïve to miss the pain hidden beneath that smile.
Joe was doing well, like really well, better than he could have ever imagined, somehow, he had made it through the third elimination and he was on his way to the first day of training for week 5. His blue eyes gazed out of the uber, but his mind wasn't processing what he could see, his head was filled with a buzzing excitement as he thought about getting to spend another week training for another dance, which he would get to perform with all the glitz and glam of Strictly Come Dancing on Saturday, somehow he wasn't as nervous anymore, his body felt confident in itself, his mind however, was still unsure as to what he was doing there.
"So this week Joe, we'll be dancing theeee..... drumroll please!" The red head built up the drama within their small rehearsal room "Waltz!" She exclaimed, looking at her dance partner, who for once showed some sort of recognition as to what the dance was
"that's the slow and romantic one isn't it?" he checked, with his dance partner, who nodded in response
"And, we're dancing to Rainbow connection, which, if I've not already told you is,"
"Your favourite childhood song, I know, you told me last week and the week before I think." Joe joked, knowing how excited his professional dance partner must be for this week of dancing
"Oh so you do listen to me, normally I assume you've zoned out to me when I talk," She replied, leaving her dance partner confused
"And why do you think that Miss Buswell?" He questioned the Australian
"Oh I don't know, maybe because every time I try and correct your steps you carry on doing the wrong for at least another 3 hours." She criticised jokingly, knowing he would take it as a joke and not get too offended
"Woah, that hurt." He responded, with mock offense sewn into every word.
The pair began dancing, with the red head showing her amateur dancer the basics of a waltz, really hoping he'd pick it up quickly so they could have an easy week.
After hours at the basics, the professional dancer had reached the conclusion that her wish for an easy week was out of the window, as Joe still hadn't picked up the most basic of Waltz steps, with a loud and dramatic sigh, the professional dancer turned to her partner
"I think we need to take a break." She said, clearly exasperated at the difficulty he was having, Joe's face dropped knowing he was disappointing his dance partner, which was always his worst nightmare.
"Okay, but I promise I'll get this right, for you." The last two words were quieter and softer than the rest of his response, making the Australian instantly feel guilty for her shortness with her dance partner
"Hey, Joe, this isn't about me, don't worry about you butchering this song for me, I'll cope, do it for yourself." She stated, trying to ease some of the accidental pressure she had placed on the shoulders of her nervous and anxious dance partner, his face broke into a little smile, with some of the tension in his facial muscles instantly easing
"Thanks Di, I'll do this for myself, and you of course, I do every dance with you in mind you know, really I just want to make you proud." He told her, his head clearly deep in thoughts, that sentence caused a smile to break across the stressed Australian's face too, she instantly felt at ease.
"Alright then Joe, let's go and grab some lunch and coffee and then we'll get back into the studio this afternoon." The red head broke the intimate silence that had fallen over the room after his heartfelt comment. The pair went and changed their shoes into something a little more conventional and headed out to their favourite little café.
The dancing duo were sat at a little table, tucked away into a little corner of the café, enjoying the thirty minutes they'd allowed for themselves out of the studio, in hope it would relieve some of the shared stress they were experiencing
"Do you want to know something Dianne?" Joe asked randomly after silence had fallen over the pair for a moment
"Ermm, bit random but yeah go on then Joe, I'd love to know something." The Australian replied
"You remind me of her, of Nina." He stated, taking Dianne by surprise, she had been expecting some sort of small trivial comment about something random like her accent or why she waddled when she needed a wee, which had cracked them both up for about half an hour the week before
"And why is that?" She asked, trying to conceal her shock and be the supportive friend she knew he needed
"The way you smile and laugh and talk and think and even the way you treat me." He responded, his big blue eyes beginning to well up at the thought of her "No woman has ever treated me with so much care and time." He continued, trying to resolve the perplexed look that had attached itself to his dance partner's face "The way you talk to me, like you know what makes me smile and laugh without even having to think twice." He carried on, with a smile spreading over his face, which was still plagued with upset and grief
"I don't know what to say Joe, that might possibly be the nicest and most heartfelt thing anybody has ever told me." The Australian replied, her confused expression replace by a wide grin.
"You don't have to say anything, just accept the compliment Misses." Joe replied, with his soft side quickly being hidden again and replaced by his recognisable persistent jokey tone.
As Dianne flicked the light of her bed side table off, after she had made it home following the long afternoon and evening of Waltz, her head began to fill with those words Joe had used earlier in the Café to describe the professional dancer and the way it had made her feel. She knew she loved him, maybe not romantically, she had accepted that, knowing that he would never be ready for another lover, but she definitely loved him, more than she would ever be willing to admit.
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Damaged
FanfictionThe world seems to know a lot about Joe Sugg; who he lives with, where he goes on holiday and his favourite foods. But his world was turned upside before his life exploded for the rest of the world to watch yet only few people know of his dark, comp...
