Corbyn Besson
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idea credited to @4mcrani
"Hurry up, sweetheart, we're going to be late!" I hear my husband call from the living room.
I don't bother to respond since I'm already leaving the bedroom, clasping a necklace around my neck as I go.
"I'm allowed to wear flats, right?" I say, looking down at my dress when I enter the space Corbyn's in. "There's no unspoken rule about wearing heels to fancy restaurants or anything like-"
"Who is that?!" Corbyn whoops.
I raise my head to look at him, confused. He's staring at me with dancing, playful eyes, and a wide grin on his face.
My expression soon matches his while he moves over to me, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me close to him.
"Stop worrying, sweetheart. You look beautiful."
***
The restaurant that Corbyn and the boys chose to celebrate at for their fifth year anniversary as a band is definitely the most fancy one I've ever been to.
Corbyn and I walk in just as the other four boys and their managers arrive, all dressed up in suits.
We're seated at our reserved table right away, Corbyn holding my hand the whole time.
I sit at the end of one side of the table, Corbyn on my right and Jonah across from me.
My husband turns to me with a smile on his face. He squeezes my hand and leans over to press a kiss to my forehead.
"Oh, come on," Jack says with a fake scoff.
"Here it comes," Corbyn whispers playfully under his breath.
"I've still got to watch you two be all lovey dovey. PDA," he says, a phrase we've heard countless times since we began dating two years ago.
"And there it is," I finish, laughing lightly.
About two minutes later, I hear a voice on my left asking for my attention.
"Excuse me, miss, what would you like to drink?"
I turn to see a young man, obviously the waiter, who looks about twenty years old, just a little younger than me.
When he sees me, he literally takes a step back. His eyes widen and I even catch the slightest glimpse of a blush rising on his face.
I immediately feel uncomfortable, not because he's creepy or anything, but simply because he's looking like he just experienced love at first sight while my husband is sitting one foot away from me.
My own stupid face begins to rise with heat, feeling flustered under his gaze. I've always hated that when I don't know what to do in a situation, I stumble over my words and blush.
I glance at my menu in my nervous state, even though that does me absolutely no good in this moment.
"I'll just, uh, have a um, water," I finally get out, avoiding making eye contact until the last moment.
