I started to put my tiny collectibles and souvenirs onto Corbyns desk. I was shaking so bad that I dropped a snow globe and it shattered on the floor. I started crying harder and apologizing as Corbyn cleaned up the mess. He dumped the glass shards into his trash can and walked back over to the mess and layer a towel on it. He picked me up bridal style and sat me down on my bed.
"Hey, do you want me to go get some dinner? You can choose." He said softly. I sniffled and thought about what I wanted.
"Can we get some fried chicken please?" I asked. He nodded and handed me a TV remote.
"You can watch anything you want. We have all of the channels." He left the room and I set the remote down. I slipped up under the covers and drifted off to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
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.
