Dance For Me

Worries And Fears

*Cassidy POV*

Driving up to Corbyn's apartment building, should be a sight for sore eyes, but it's not. When Corbyn and I weren't talking, I drove past here more often than I'd like to admit. I drove slow, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but I never did.

Reaching into the passenger seat of my company car, I reach into my purse, grabbing my phone.

Corbyn promised me he'd go to the hospital if I came with him, and he always kept his promises to me, well, except that one.

Dialling his number, I place my phone to my ear, with a shaky hand.

I'm scared for Corbyn, he's been in pain for months, and an idiot could figure out that that's not good.

"I'm not going, baby girl." Corbyn chuckles as soon as he picks up the call.

"Why not? You promised." My heart almost sinks as Corbyn refuses to go to the hospital

"I don't know what to wear!" Corbyn snickers as I push out a sigh. Bastard is copying me from yesterday.

"Put on your big boy pants and let's go!" I catch myself smiling as I stare off towards his sky rise building. I miss this place.

"I'll meet you in my garage-"

"No, I'm driving." I know if he drives, we'll end up anywhere but the hospital.

"You can drive, but we're taking my car." I roll my eyes, it's always his car.

"Why? What's wrong with my car?" I look around the spacious Nexo, loving that Weston trusted me enough to let me drive this car right away.

"Bulletproof glass, baby girl." My body tingles as he says that nickname.

"Fine, I'll meet you there. You have five minutes to be there, or else I'm coming up to get you!" Corbyn chuckles deeply as I hang up the call.

Grabbing my purse and my keys, I step out of the car, knowing it's safe to leave in front of Corbyn's apartment building. I walk around to the back of the building, still knowing the pin code to access the door that leads me straight down to the garage.

When I make it down the large set of stairs, the elevator dings beside me and the doors open, revealing Corbyn, dressed in all black, but not a suit, sweatpants and a large hoodie.

"There's my gorgeous girl." Corbyn holds out his set of keys and I grab them quickly, before he changes his mind.

"How are you feeling?" Corbyn wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side as he kisses the side of my head.

"Well, let's just say I was tempted to slash my own tires, but I couldn't do that to her." Corbyn chuckles as he walks to the drivers side of his car, opening the door for me.

"You do know, I know how to change a tire, right?" I shake my head as I get in the car.

"Of course you do, you're a girl of many talents." He smiles once before he closes the door.

I don't miss the way his hands shake as he places them in the pockets of his sweatpants. I don't miss the way he stutters as he grabs the door handle and the sigh that escapes his lips as he sits in the passenger seat.

"What if we go on a date instead?" He smiles nervously

"No." I pull out of his parking spot with a laugh

"You don't want to go on a date with me?" His humorous tone comes off offended

"Maybe once we're done at the hospital, we can grab lunch."