Chapter 33

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Corbyn's POV

Being on tour with Y/N and Karen keeps taking me back to the summers at the lake house.

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"Are you sure you like her?" Karen asks me.

I nod, "I'm pretty sure."

She runs to the back of the house.

"I'm going to-" I wrap my hand around her mouth from the back to stop her from saying anything else.

I smile at Y/N and drag Karen inside. I take her to the room she and Y/ N share. I look out of the window. I can see Y/N looking towards the room.

I'm sorry, I think as I close the blinds.

"Are you serious?" I half shout at Karen.

She just smirks and shrugs.

"It's not funny," I say running my hand through my hair, "You know I don't want to tell her yet."

She just smiles wider, "I know you don't, and that's why I can tell her for you. She likes you"

"You don't know that," my voice cracks because I'm a pubescent teenage  boy. (I don't know why I included that, but it was funny)

She sits on the bed, "You really are oblivious. She does. But she thinks you and I like each other."

"Why would she think that?" I ask.

She motions around the room, "Maybe because you just brought me up to my room, closed the blinds, oh and let's not forget the whole running towards me and covering my mouth part."

That makes sense.

"Besides, even if I pull a move Sam'll kill me," I say.

She shakes her head, "Just because he's her older brother doesn't mean he can tell her what to do."

"Can you just not say anything?" I beg.

"Alright," she says walking towards the door, "But if you don't do anything now, I'm afraid nothing will happen at all."

She opens it and walks out of the room. I sit down on the bed and think of everything that can happen if I do or if I don't tell her now.

If I do, it may not last.

If I don't, it may never be anything for it to be able to last.

I run it over in my head again.

I walk back outside at the same time as Karen because she had gotten a drink.

I spot Y/N staring over at me and Karen.

I avert my eyes, blush, then walk past her.

And just like that, I know it will never happen.

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