Why Don't We Imagines

Corbyn Besson - Congratulations

Corbyn Matthew Besson. A name that will never leave your memory, no matter how hard you tried. A human being, that did nothing but support and love you. Well so you thought. One huge fight drew the line, and just like that, your relationship was done. 2 years. It wasn't long, but it felt like a lifetime. Now here you were, in California, without a care in the world, other than the fact you missed him terribly. 

"What can I get you?" The Starbucks waitress asked. You weren't in the mood for anything fancy, considering you had just suffered a month of deadlines for your college course.

"Just a medium hot chocolate please." You handed her the right amount of cash before she had even asked for money. Proves how many times you've been in there before. 

"What's your name?" She asked, grabbing the marker.

"Y/N." You told her. She nodded and you went and sat down. As if your day couldn't get any worse, the all to familiar face came walking in, with a few other guys. Your eyes widened, and  you had to double look considering he had completely bleached his hair since the last time you saw him. Thankfully you were in the corner of the room so chances were, he wasn't going to see you. Boy you were so wrong.

"One medium hot chocolate for Y/N." The lady called out and you face-palmed. Corbyn heard the name and his mind thought of you. Of course there could be a million Y/N's, so he didn't think much of it, until he saw you.

"Thank-you." You smiled, taking it from her. Corbyn knew it was you, the second he saw the promise ring he brought you. You had never taken it off, despite everything you had put each other through.

"Y/N?" He spoke up just as you were about to walk away. Now you really just wanted to walk out, but something kept you frozen on your feet.

"Hey Corbyn." You gave him a timid smile. His friends excused themselves to go and order which left you standing there with him on your own.

"How have you been?" He asked, scratching the back of his head. 

"Good, I'm just stressed with my deadlines, but I'm getting there, how about you?" You asked back.

"I'm in a band now, we're going places Y/N. All of those singing lessons really paid off." He chuckled making you laugh, him making you laugh only made you think of the times you really were together every day.

"Did you ever move on?" He asked suddenly, and you gulped, shaking your head no.

"Not yet, I'm not entirely ready for that." You admitted, and you knew he was going to answer his own question.

"I'm going to be honest, and say that I have." Corbyn's face turned guilty when he saw the frown upon your lips.

"Y/N I'm sorry." He went to hug you but you lightly pushed his hand away.

"Congratulations Corbyn, seriously. You deserve someone who really isn't me. Good luck on your band, maybe one day, we really can be friends." You spoke, grabbing your bag and walking out of the shop, without looking back.