A/n: I tried so hard but I don't think it's that good.
I put the last box on the table and looked around our new apartment. Corbyn came in and put our suitcases down before walking over to me.
"It's all ours," He says before kissing my temple.
I smile at him and sit on the only piece of furniture we had, our futon.
"I guess it's just me, you, and this futon," Corbyn chuckles while sitting next to me.
"I found something under the bed when we were packing," I tell him.
"What?"
I open the nearby box and pull out the picture album the boys made for us years ago. Corbyn's face lights up and I go through the book.
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Corbyn's Point of View
I was thinking about the band. I was thinking about the fans. We were underground loading merch in that 12-passenger vanIn a small club in Minnesota after our show.
"Excuse me, can I buy a medium shirt?" I hear from behind me.
I turn around and see the prettiest girl on the planet.
"Oh my god! Your Corbyn Besson! I love your music so much!" She squeals.
"Thank you, thank you. We aren't that special though, just another boy band I guess," I truthfully answer.
"That's where you wrong. You boys are so...so mesmerising. Your voices are so sweet and your songs mean something! I think you boys will be so well-known, just give it time okay?" The girl sweetly says.
I grab her shirt and sign it.
"It's free, what's your name?" I ask her.
"I'm Y/n."
"Would you like a picture?" I propose.
"I would love that!"
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Months later in La:
Your Point of View:
After 2 hours of getting ready, we went to the club. I was meeting up my boyfriend Corbyn and his friends. Us girls got into the Uber and made small talk, sometimes with the driver. After a 20 minute drive we made it to the club. We piled out and went inside.
We met up with the boys who were sitting in a booth. I greeted Corbyn first and waved at the rest of the boys.
"What do you wanna do gorgeous?" Corbyn asked me.
"Do you want to dance?" I suggest.
"Sure!" Corbyn accepts.
We make our way over to the dance floor and make fools of ourselves. Corbyn twirled me around and spun around himself. We both giggled and continued to dance. After awhile of dancing, we made our way back to the booth. Everyone was talking so me and Corbs order drinks and continued to have fun.
The next day
I woke up the next morning from the sun beaming on my face. I turned and saw Corbyn passed out. I made my way to the bathroom so I could get medication for my pounding head. I somehow poured all of the pills out in the process and picked two up to take, leaving the rest there. I started to walk out of the bathroom but quickly ran back in and threw up in the toilet.
I leaned my head against the tiled wall and sighed.
"I hate myself," I whispered.
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(Sorry for terrible picture and The boys took the picture when they found her like that)
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I looked up at Corbyn and smiled. We closed the memory book and laid on the foton.
"Sometimes I miss the good old days," Corbyn confesses.
"Me too but look where we are. You and the boys have 2 albums out, millions of fans, sold out shows! And look at us, new apartment, married for 4 months, and our baby girl on the way," I say while putting my hands on my big belly.
"I know i did back then but, I don't regret those reckless nights and I remember all of the love," Corbyn says with a smile.
"Me neither," I say.
"I just miss the magic of the good old days," I add.
