Why Dont We Imagines||Wattys2018

Protect her||Corbyn Besson

{Some of you wanted a part two with Y/n's brother from the "He talks to you when your sleeping" So here it is:)}

Luckily to you, the next week had been a reading week for your school, meaning you had a week to get ready and study for your exams with no classes, but studying wasn't what you were doing. Everyday you traveled back and fourth to the hospital with Corbyn to sit and visit with your grandpa, knowing he didn't have much time left.

You weren't sure how you were going to do it all, and although Corbyn had stayed up all night the other night making you flash cards for your word history class as he had taken it the year he graduated and passed with a very high mark he already knew most of the material you learned and whatever he didn't know he had used your notes and worksheets the teacher had given you. He had hidden them all over the Why don't we house, in the bathroom on the mirror, in the fridge on the milk, on the coffee pot, on your sunshine mug that sat in the cupboard and every time you saw a new one you'd yell out the answer, if you got it right you got a kiss and if you didn't Corbyn would start telling you more facts about the person or place or event until it clicked for you.

He had been your light at the end of the tunnel for you, he had completely saved you from everything and you'd never have enough words to say thank you to him, but once school ended in two weeks and everything with your grandpa was over and dealt with and you had become okay with him passing you knew you were going to do something huge to say thank you, you weren't sure what yet, but you'd figure out.

You still had no idea what he had said to you while you were sleeping,but Corbyn had meant every word of it and he kept his word, all but one part. The part about your brother. As your mother was a single parent and it was his grandfather after all, despite all the pain he had caused you and your family over the years he had been around a lot since the news had come out about your grandfather.

Some moments he was really helpful, the old brother you once knew shined through, but that never lasted. Almost every time you had seen him, some way or some how he had said a 'joke' or made a rude comment that almost brought you to tears and every time Corbyn had to refrain himself from getting up and punching him in the face like he had wanted to do since you had first told Corybn about him.

As much as dealing with your brother and everything that came along with him was almost too much to handle, you knew this was hard for him, you knew he was struggling and the last thing you were going to do was keep him away from his grandfather, you cared too much about his feelings for that and honestly that was something Corbyn didn't understand, but he did understand that you had a heart bigger than anyone he had ever met, it was one of the many reasons he fell so in love with you, so he kept his anger and hate for the older boy to himself, even if sometimes you had to stop him from opening his mouth.

You knew Corbyn was just trying to help, he was trying to protect you from the hurt your brother had left you in many times before, but in the end another screaming blow out wouldn't have made anything better and the last thing you wanted was Corbyn against your brother. He was strong and scary, he tended to get a little hands on and you weren't sure what you would do if he had happened to get 'hands on' with the love of your life.

"Do you remember when you took me fishing? and I got pulled out of the boat?" You asked your grandpa causing a giggle to fall from both you and him while Corbyn sat next to you, your hands linked on his lap with an eyebrow raised, and his mouth with a smirk.

"Now this is a story I need to hear" He said turning towards your grandpa as he started telling the story. In fairness you were only 6 and the fish was heavy.

"So there she was, in her tighhy whities and my big fishing coat while they took her picture next to the first fish she had ever caught, she smelt like lake for three days" He told Corbyn, a tired smile plastered on his face as he   grabbed his wallet from the bedside table with trembling hands and pulled out the picture of you in nothing but underwear and his huge fishermans coat. You felt tears brim in your eyes, he had kept that picture in his wallet for 12 years, you two had shared so many amazing memories but you weren't at all ready to say goodbye to him.