Not Me//Jorbyn

Chapter 16

I woke up to someone tapping my shoulder. I looked up and saw it was Jack.

"Jack? Wha-it's 5 am." I Said looking at the clock next to my bed.

"I need to talk to you. Now."

I looked over at Corbyn, who was asleep, and got up quietly following Jack to the balcony outside our hotel room.

It was really cold out and windy. The sky was clear though and you could see a few faint stars shining.

"What do you need." I Said and crossed my arms from the cold. "And why did we need to come out here?"

"I need to tell you something." His hair was flowing in the wind.

"What is it?"

"I wanted to say I'm sorry. For- ya know- hitting you. I didn't mean to. I just got upset."

"There was a reason you got so upset though, right?" I Said brushing the hair away from my face.

He sighed.

"Why can't you just tell me?"

"I- I can't explain I jus-" He started but then stopped and came right up to me, wrapped his hands around my waist, and kissed me. I kissed back.

It felt wrong. After just going on a date with another guy. But I couldn't stop. Maybe because he had his arms around my waist, or maybe because it tasted so good. We stood there and kissed for a moment before I felt his tongue slid into my mouth. Then that's when I pushed him away. I caught my breath and shook my head.

"No. No. I can't. I don't-" I gave up and went back inside leaving Jack behind.

It hurt. A lot. How bad I wanted to just turn around and give in. But I can't be with him. I can't. The way he treats me- Corbyn was always the one who saved me. I shouldn't have to be saved from someone who 'cares' about me. It'll never work.

I went back to my bed and tried to sleep. I didn't. Around 10 when Corbyn woke up we went downstairs and ate.

"How'd you sleep?" Corbyn asked as we ate.

"Good." I said simply. I didn't want him to find out what happened last night.

"Your eye looks a bit better."

"Oh. I forgot about that."

That's right. Jack punched me too last night.

"Well it doesn't hurt then I guess. That's good."

"Yah."

There was a moment of silence before Corbyn said, "You seem distracted."

I shrugged, "I have a lot on my mind."

"Well. I hope you enjoyed our date last night. Maybe we could do it again?"

"I'd love to."

"I'm looking forward to it." He smiled.

~That night~

"Great show guys." Said Tyler as we ran backstage.

I took out my ear things and gave a staff member my mic.

The show had been good tonight. Sadly right after this we were going to airport and going to be flying all the way to Washington. Wasn't excited about that.

So we packed up our stuff and drove to the airport. When we got there we had to go straight to our plane, not getting to eat. I'm guessing they'll serve food on the plane. That's what our manger said anyways, but I don't know if I completely trust them. They probably just said that so we would get on the plane.

I decided to sit next to Corbyn, and I kinda felt bad for Jack, but I wanted to make myself get over him because I knew I shouldn't like him.

I could tell Corbyn was happy that I choose to sit with him though, which made me feel better.

Lucky they did end up giving us food and we ate. I, of course, am afraid of planes so I didn't eat much.

I knew Corbyn knew through. It's pretty obvious. I have so many problems like that why won't I have this one?

He held my hand most the ride and I tried to block out my anxiety by listening to music.

But even Corbyn and my music couldn't stop it. Corbyn knew. Of course he did. He's the best friend anyone could ask for.

He'd be an even better boyfriend.

I took out my ear plugs and looked at Corbyn.

The turbulence was actually awful. I knew I was about to throw up so I stood up quickly and ran to the bathroom. I guess I didn't close the door all the way though because I saw Corbyn kneel down next to me as I sat on the floor of the bathroom gripping on the rim of the toilet. The rest rooms in planes are really small as you probably know so it was real cramped in there and it got hot real quick too.

Corbyn rubbed my back as I proceeded to throw up, crying now as well.

I felt so f*cking humiliated, even if Corbyn was being so nice about it.

After I got to the point where I knew I wouldn't throw up anymore I flushed the toilet, and Corbyn took off my shirt, since it was ruined. I didn't think much of it at the time, although later I would blush at the memory.

I leaned on bathroom wall, still sitting down. Corbyn was doing something in the sink.

"I'm so sorry." I Said, trying to clean up my pants, because no way I was about to take those off. Corbyn brought a wet towel to me and that helped a lot.

"It's not your fault." He told me, brushing my hair away from my face.

"But you came and- and helped me. But you didn't have to."

He shrugged. "I care about you. I love you. I'd do anything for you."

"Would you do the same thing for Jack?"

"Of course. He's an annoying fur ball but I still love him. I would for any of the guys." He saw my look of disappoint and laughed saying, "But you are special. More than the other boys."

"How?"

"Because, if they just threw up, I won't kiss them." He giggled and kissed me.

We kissed for a moment before we broke up, laughing.

"Worth it!" Corbyn said in the most gay voice I think I've ever heard and he stood up, pulling me up.

"Wait." I Said, "What am I gonna wear?"

Corbyn looked down at my chest then back up at me. "Oh. Yahhhh...OH!" He pulled off his hoodie and gave it to me. He had a shirt under it so it was fine.

"You are literally the best." I Said and put on the hoodie.

Then we went back to our sets and stayed there for the rest of the flight.