Why Don't We Imagines And Preferences

Corbyn Besson Imagine - Stood Up

Again..... requested by me, myself, and I. Please request something. Anything.

Warning⚠️: Sad

Your pov

You had been stood up. Again. You and Corbyn see supposed to be on a date today, but unfortunately that didn't happen. You were sitting at you and Corbyn's favorite table at Starbucks, where you two first met. This hasn't been the first time you have been stood up by him, but this was going to be the last. You stood up from the table, with a hurt expression on your face, an walked out of Starbucks, drink in hand. As you walked down the streets of LA, all you could see was the happy couples smiling and laughing, enjoying each other's presence.
Heart broken and shattered, you went to your apartment and closed the door with your back, sliding down the door and sobbing into your hands. Regretting what you were about to do, you grabbed your phone from your back pocket dialling his number. Hearing it go to voicemail you cried even harder than before, curled up in a ball on the floor.

Corbyn's pov

Sitting in the living room of me and the boys house, I waited for my phone to charge. I knew I was late to my date with Y/N, but I wanted to at least have a little charge before heading out, just in case. As my phone charged to 50%, I took it off the charger and turned it on surprised to see what I saw. 10 messages and 5 calls and voicemails from Y/N. I felt my heart drop in my chest because as I listened to the voicemails I heard her voice, raspy from her probably crying and a hurt in her voice. I was worried so I told the boys where I was going and quickly got into the car, rushing to be by my beautiful angel's side.

Once I get to her apartment, there is something blocking her door.

Y/N pov

I was continuing to cry on the floor when the door started to open on me. It was Corbyn. "Ow, stop that. Go away Corbyn," I said kind of rudely.
He eventually made his way into my apartment and picked me up bridal style, sitting on my couch still cuddling me in my arms."Y/N. I truly am sorry, I just was charging my phone and lost track of time. Please forgive me," Corbyn said on the verge of tears. I could tell that he was sorry, but he had used the same excuse one time too many. I squirmed out of his arms and stood up looking down at him.
"I think you should leave Corbyn."

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Part 2?

What do you think about this one?
To be honest this was too sad for me. I was almost crying while writing this.

Anyway *clears throat* hope you enjoyed this imagine and if you would like to request an imagine please do. My brain is almost out of ideas.
Please help my brain.

Talk to ya later my potato/unicorn/whatever you are people.😊

SEE YA!!!!!!!