Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Don't do it} C.B

"No" Corbyn pouted as he sat on my bed criss-crossed. I sat at my vanity table as I got ready for a date. 

"Why not?" I questioned. He huffed as I looked at his reflection in the mirror. His bottom lip stuck out as he looked at me. His eyes looked at my reflection, glimmers of light evident as he looked at me, his best friend. I sighed as I remembered those words, 'best friend'.  I would much rather be going out on a date with Corbyn than the guy I was going out with tonight. Shoving the thought from my mind, I continued to get ready.

"I dont like him" He whined. I rolled my eyes at his tone as I curled the last piece of my hair. 

"You haven't even met him" I let the small piece of hair fall, landing at the side of my head, i could feel the steam radiating off of it.

"Don't need to. If you are getting this dolled up for him and covering up your flaws I don't like him" 

"I have flaws?" I laughed.

"I didn't mean it like that and you know it. I just meant that you dont want him to see imperfections because you are scared of rejection and I find that personally bull crap because I feel as though he needs to see the real you and you need to be the real you and not care what other people think. Frankly, y/n, you don't have to cover anything up because you are absolutely beautiful just the way you are"he finished. As I sat in awe at his words the doorbell rang. Corbyn got up from where he was sitting and slowly made his way over to me. 

Running his fingers through my now curly and cooled hair, he smiled faintly. Fake but it was a smile. As he finished my hair the doorbell rang again. 

"Why are you doing this?" I asked in a frustrated tone. He always did this. I got a date, he would become overprotective and all wise and do something cute and give me the slightest glimmer of hope that he might like me as I like him, but then the next day he treats me like his little sister. 

"Doing what?" His voice cracked as he knew he was caught. 

"You do this every time I have a date with someone. You pout and say you don't like them when you haven't even met them. Then you tell me I dont have to hide for people and act like you generally care about me, act like you might like me more than a friend and then I end up cancelling because I have hope for us but then the next day you treat me like your little sister" I accused. Looking at his reflection, he stood behind me in shock. I stood from my chair as brushed past him to grab my coat. 

"Now if you'll excuse me,I have a date" I huffed as I walked towards my bedroom door. 

"Don't go through with it" he said, his hands were balled into fists so tight his knuckles were white, his jaw clenched tight as his eyes remained on the floor. 

"Why should I Corbyn? He makes me happy and feel free, he makes me smile, why can't you just let me be happy?" I walked up to him and moved his head so he would look at me. He looked pissed but not at me, at himself. 

"Because you could be smiling with me (wink wink), I could make you happy" his eyes softened as his arms wrapped behind. He pulled me in close to him, closing the gap between our bodies but not our faces. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"You're oblivious to the fact that I love you. I talk you out of going on dates because I dont want to lose you to someone who wont treat you like the damn queen you are, I was bloody terrified of losing you and just please don't go on a date tonight" he sounded sincere but as the doorbell rang once more, he looked upset, defeated.

"Okay" I mumbled. He smiled wide and hugged me tight. 

"Promise me this wont all go away tomorrow" I muttered into his shirt as he pressed me close, he gently kissed the top of my head. 

"Promise" he mumbled against my hair.