When I woke up again, Corbyn was there stroking my hair.
"Why are you petting me?" I smiled. He laughed and looked down. I couldn't turn my head because of my neck brace, but the doctor came in and took it off. My parents walked me out of the hospital and drove me home.
"Y/N, how did you crash?" Corbyn asked. I handed him my phone with the message on the screen that was never sent. He looked up at me, the tears filling his eyes.
"It was my fault!" He whispered. I shook my head.
"No! It is! It's my fault and... and I shouldn't have been texting. I'm so, so sorr-" I cut him off by kissing him. He seemed shocked but soon he kissed back. We pulled away and he was crying even harder now. I hugged him and we pulled into the driveway.
"Mom, can Corbyn stay the night with me? Please?" I asked.
"Sure. Just, no sex." She said. We laughed and Corbyn texted his friends saying he was staying with me. He didn't have anything but his day clothes, so I let him borrow my 'relaxed clothes' which were just a big black t shirt and some gray Walking Dead sweatpants. I changed into some pjs and Corbyn knocked on my door. I opened it and even though he was just is comfies, he looked unbelievably cute. I invited him to sit on my bed and I turned on a scary movie. We snuggled in my big fleece throw and soon enough, I was asleep.
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Something Different Corbyn Besson x Reader
FanfictionYou are a waitress at a coffee shop and a very cute boy comes up to you. You talk and he gives you his number, and you give him yours. You later find out that he is part of a very popular band, and this affects everyone's opinions on you.
