can i lay by your side|corbyn besson

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The boys and I had just got back from the studio and we're relieved to finally have our next EP ready. I was able to show them around the studio since I had used it before. The past month or so have mostly been recording days but we got to spend a lot of it at home. I think we were all glad to finally have finished the Something Different EP. Our ways of celebrating are a bit... boring though.

We all decided it was best to just go home and relax. Being in the studio almost everyday is difficult, man. Who's dumb idea was it to add more instrumentals?

Oh yeah... me.

I can play the drums well but they definitely tire me out the most out of all the instruments. The boys, of course, were always in awe when I played them. Even though we all knew Daniel's the instrument genius, they couldn't take their eyes off my drumming. It was hilarious.

I slump down on the couch and Corbyn sits beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I think of getting on my phone but I honestly just want to get comfortable by his side. Corbyn's been distant from me. I started worrying when he left while Daniel and I were playing the other night. When I found him asleep, I didn't know how to react. It hurt to think about my Beanie babe being sad. He seemed to always be happy and I was so glad to finally be close to him again. I snuggle closer to his chest before I hear him sigh in content.

My eyes close and I feel him tense up, seemingly remembering something.

"Do you guys want to watch a movie or something?" He asks the guys. I keep my eyes shut and just listen for responses.

"I'm going to bed, bro."

"Yeah, it's too late and I'm too tired to watch a movie." The guys all decline and Corbyn sighs again as I hear them walk upstairs to their rooms.

That's when I look up at him. I don't want bullshit, I'm just gonna ask him.

"What's going on with you?" I ask softly but curiously and he shakes his head.

"Nothing." He responds simply, smiling down to me.

"You've been distant for the past few weeks and now it feels like you don't even like me." He looks down and seems hurt by that. "Corbyn-" I say softly, grabbing his hand but he pulls away. "Please, just trust me." I grow worried and I see his jaw start to quiver.

"You think I don't like you?" He asks so quietly, I don't think I would have heard him if he wasn't so close to me.

"You've just been distant." I whisper and I barely even recognize my soft voice. It breaks my heart. I need my Beanie. I need his smile, his beautiful smile.

"I-I just-" he stops suddenly and I can tells he's on the verge of tears. No, please. Please don't do this, Beanie. Thoughts fill my mind of him hating me and I hate them. I hate it. I don't want Corbyn to be sad. I don't want our light to go out.

I just can't help it, I've fallen. I've fallen so hard and his tears will rip me to shreds.

"J-just forget it. It won't matter. It will never matter." He sniffles and tries to stand up from the couch but i stand up with him.

"It does matter." I say and he turns to me. "You can't hold back your emotions like that." He looks me dead in the eyes and my fear only grows.

"Like you do?" He questions softly. His eyes are glossy and I almost break down at the spot.

"That's different." I feel tears threatening to fall but I hold back. He walks up to me quickly.

"You're doing it now. It's the same thing. I hate it. Just tell me everything. We tell you over and over but you do it anyway. Just let us in. Just let me in." He says just over a whisper. A tear escapes his eye as he finishes and that finally sets off my tears too. "Let me be there for you." He whispers and grabs my hand gently. I take a deep breath and feel tear after tear escape my eyes. We stay silent for a few seconds, regaining ourselves. He does care, he doesn't hate me.

"What's really been bothering you?" I ask, trying to suppress my sobs.

"Like I said, it wouldn't make a difference." He stares down at me and we once again hold each other's gaze, looking into the other's eyes.

"Maybe it will."

"I just can't tell you."

"Like you just said, let me in." He turns away from me and starts to walk away quietly. "Corbyn-"

"I love you, damnit!" He makes me jump at the sudden outburst and I stand there in shock. He runs a hand through his hair and glances away before staring at me again. He walks closer again and grabs my hands in his. I stare at his every movement and another tear cascades down my face.

"Not just crazy, stupid, teenage love. I'm completely in love with you, Max." He whispers, avoiding my eyes, but looking at my chin instead. I think I surprise him when I lean up and place my lips on his.

Corbyn reacts quickly and gently places a hand on my cheek and pulls me closer to him, wrapping the other hand around my waist.I hold onto his neck as I melt into his arms. His lips are soft and I feel safe as he holds me close. When we pull away I lean my forehead on his as a tear of happiness falls down my face.

"Good, because I love you too."