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Corbyn Besson [face reality]

[sad, happy]
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the hate of Corbyns fans. Being with corbyn meant this 24/7 I told myself.
Did I want it?
Corbyn was currently on tour and he wouldn't see me for another 4 days.
It hurt like hell not seeing him but it hurt more how his fans hated me.
What have I done?
Of course there were nice fans and I had even made friends with a few, opening Dms and being a good girlfriend.
but the hate was so hurtful, especially since I hadn't done anything.
Corbyn:
hey babe, I miss you! Xx
I looked at the text
Me:
hey, I miss you too x
Corbyn:
Good, so open this door!
I didn't even text back.
I ran straight to the door to be welcomed by a happy blonde Corbyn, his perfect smile gleaming.
We hugged for a second since he noticed my ruined mascara.
'Baby, what's wrong?' He asked, looking deep into my eyes.
I broke down into tears again, overwhelmed he was here, hurt from the hate.
'I-I just... I don't know if I can deal with the hate.' I sniffed.
'What...what are you saying?'
I looked up at him.
How could I break his heart?
'I was so hurt and I still am but you're here now. And I didn't know how much I need you.' I cried, making him pull me closer for a tighter hug.
'Baby, we can pretend we've broken up on social media?' He suggested.
'Do you think that would work?' I sniffed.
He smiled.
'Anything works with you.'
He kissed me softly, making me smile. He lifted my chin.
'Come on. Why don't we watch friends, get some snacks and drinks and candles and blankets and pillows and make a fort and be us.' He giggled.
'Ive missed you. And that giggle.' I smiled.
He chuckled, leading me to the living room.