It takes two

Chapter three

"Hey bru, See you've been working hard then." Byron could see just how tired he was, he looked like he could collapse onto the sofa then and there, but knew better than to go without a shower.

"Oh yeah, you have no idea. I'm going to have a shower. I think I need one." Byron nodded, going back to writing his lyrics, having been there for half an hour and no intention of stopping for at least an hour, determined to get his songs done.

Joe walked through the house, Amy's voice haunting him. "1 2 3 1 2 3..." Byron smiled to himself, hearing Joe aimlessly chant the rhythm, slightly worried it would cause him a lack of sleep, or he'd say it in the night without realising.

Joe laid in bed tucked under the duvet at nine pm, feeling his vision falter, eyes eventually closing and him passing out while sat up, phone hanging in his hands, head tipped onto one side, too heavy to stand up straight.

Byron came in around twenty minutes later, finding him asleep while sat up, clearly in a deep sleep. Byron knew it would damage his neck potentially, so dragged his ankles so he slid down and was laying down fully before turning off the light and taking the phone, doing a take of the screen, a little shocked.

"Dianne Buswell?"

He hummed to himself, turning it off and putting it on charge before tip toeing out of the room, going back to what he was doing before, still writing songs, only a few more lines to go before he could hit the hay, satisfied.

This little scenario had interested Byron, and was definitely going to be asking Joe about it the following day, curious as to what his response would be.

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"Mama's home!" Emelia bounces across the hallway, a grin on her face. Katie, who had been watching her for the past hour, said her goodbyes before leaving, heading into her apartment in the same block, Emelia hugging Dianne at the knees.

"Hello Angel, did you have fun at summer school?" She nodded, handing her mum a picture of them both at Blackpool, holing now more than ever that she would make it there. It was them at Blackpool, pretty amazing for a five year old. If one thing was for certain, it was that Emelia had a knack for art. It was the two of them on their pier, the blue sky in the background and "Blackpool pier." on the sign on the pier in bright colours, the seaside in the background. 

Dianne took it, not wanting to get her excited daughter's hopes up too much but at the same time a little hopeful herself, and glad to see Emelia so happy.

"That's amazing, we can hang it up on the kitchen wall, I'll have to send a picture to Nana and Grandad at some point, they'll love it."

"I hope so! Maybe I can do one of Australia, so they can have that one." With that she was off, already determined to create another masterpiece. Dianne looked down at the picture. It was a really nice picture, and gave her hope.

She walked into the kitchen, hanging it up on the little string washing line she had made a few months back where all of Emelia's art hung, becoming more and more full by the week. There were pictures of flowers, houses, animals, even portraits of people, she was turning into a right little artist.

"Mama, what's for tea? I'm hungry."

After tea, Dianne was scrolling through her phone when she had the idea to check out a certain someone's Instagram, and wasn't disappointed, she never was by him.

She could feel her heartbeat speed up slightly, she hadn't felt anything like this before. It was a feeling that consumed all of her, almost overwhelming.

Emelia was soon sat next to her, having climbed up and had knelt up beside her, seeing pictures which all looked slightly smilar.

"Mama, who's that?" Dianne was startled a bit, too enchanted by his handsome face to notice Emelia knelt up beside her, knowing the last time she had checked she was on the floor, doodling. How was she going to explain this one?

"This is one of the celebrities, Joe. Have you finished your art yet?"

"Yep. I'm very bored."

At eight thirty Emelia was laid in bed, having a read of one of her favourite books, Charlie and Lola, the one about the wobbly tooth. Dianne was in the living room, finding her favourite bookmark that had been misplaced.

When Dianne came back in, Emelia was asleep, the book open and over her face, an adorable sight that made her laugh a bit. She crept over and took the book away, kissing for forehead.

"Night Angel, See you in the morning."

Dianne that night laid awake in bed, the last thing she thought about being that mop of brown hair that was blonde in part, that striking jawline and that stupid attractive long neck.

"MORRRNNINNGGGG!" Dianne jolted up, the small child stood in a onesie at the end of her bed, bright eyes and smiling widely, unlike Dianne who was still pretty much asleep, the child a slight blur at first.

"Please don't do that again. What time is it?"

"Seven am, I'm excited for today, I've got a dance workshop today!" She started to skip outside.

"That's amazing angel." She was out the door, and Dianne fell backwards, falling asleep for five minutes. She had been woken up fifteen minutes earlier than intended, and to her, those fifteen minutes were everything.

"Amazing."