You and Corbyn haven't exactly been on the best of terms recently especially with how busy the pair of you are. You couldn't agree on anything, you argued through facetime which meant hanging up, ignoring each other's texts and bickering through emails.
What made things worse was the fact you haven't long found out you were pregnant which made everything worse. You knew this wasn't going to solve all your problems with Corbyn and you knew the stress wasn't going to do you any good. Plus you weren't the type to get rid of a baby either.
With a small sigh you get up grabbing a piece of paper and picked up a pen writing a small letter for Corbyn so when he came home.
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To Corbyn
I can't do this anymore, we can't be happy when all we do is disagree we both want two different things in life. You are so busy with work and I'm busy with taking care of my family you're still in the phase of working and traveling whilst I'm wanting to settle down and start moving on. Don't get me wrong the past few years have been one of the best couple years of my life, you've taught me so much in life and you showed me things that I never thought I could see and you made me feel something I don't think I could ever feel. You've been so amazing, but I think this is the time where we say our goodbyes and end what we have. I don't want to end things with you Corbyn I really don't, but how can we stay together when we can't even have a simple one hour phone call without swearing or bickering. I love you so much with all my heart and I know that I always will, you will always have a safe place in my heart, but we can't keep making each other unhappy and they say if you love something or someone so much you'll set them or it free. So I'm setting you free Corbyn Besson. I really wish the best for you and I hope one day you'll find that special someone who can make you happy and you can have conversations with where it won't end up in arguments. Before you tear this up I want you to know that I found out I'm pregnant with your baby, I don't expect you to come and help raise it though you deserve to know that its yours and I'm keeping the bundle of joy. If you want the baby then you know how to find me.
Goodbye Bean.
Love Y/N
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You wiped the tears from your face neatly folding up the piece of paper and putting it into the envelope then placing it on the desk. You got up and called your parents telling them everything and you've come to the agreement of going back to their house and saving up for your own apartment.
You packed all your things and carried your suitcases and bags down to your car and set off to your parents house. Settling in nicely knowing that it was going to awhile, but you knew this was all worth it.
*A Month Later*
Corbyn had tried calling and texting you over the past few weeks and no answer no nothing, he called your parents and they told him that she was busy which made him worry and send him overdrive, but finally he was finished with tour and he finally made it home where he was greeted with the door locked and a house filled with silence.
"Y/n?" Corbyn called out looking in each room downstairs before going upstairs scared what he was going to find.
Was she dead? did she do something stupid? was she seriously injured? why is she suddenly gone? Corbyn thought to himself as he walked into the bedroom where the bedroom was too clean and tidy, the bed was made and everything looked so fresh that it looked like nobody had touched it in ages.
The worry caved in more and more as his eyes landed on a little white envelope on the desk.
He dropped his bags and picked it up reading each letter and each sentence taking all the information in, the tears cascading down his face. You were gone with his child? how could this happen? how could he let this happen?
He sat there looking around before grabbing his car keys and rushing out of the house and driving straight to your parents house. He understood now why you weren't answering and why your parents wouldn't let him talk to you.
He parked up outside your parents house knocking on the door waiting patiently watching your small frame walk to the door and open it, your eyes widening at the sight of Corbyn's puffy eyes, tear stained face and shaky hands.
"Y/n please don't leave me" Corbyn whispers watching you step out of the house with your arms folded across your chest. "Please Y/n" he looked at you.
The tears already started falling down your cheeks just hearing his weak soft voice that you once adored. You looked up at him shaking his head "Corbyn I'm not good for you, I'm not what you need in your life"
Corbyn shook his head running his fingers through his blonde hair as he stared at you "but you are y/n we can sit and figure this out. You can come on tour with me or we can buy a real proper family house y/n I want this baby with you and you only".
"I can't just hop on a plane every few days to a different country or state hell I couldn't just sit in a hotel room all day pregnant Corbyn. I can't sit on a tour bus.. what would happen if you were on stage and I hurt myself or I went into labor huh? you'd feel so bad that you wasn't there straight away. What would happen if we had this baby we can't drag our bundle of joy all over the world. We need to give the baby a home, somewhere they could settle and be in a proper routine. Where both parents can be around her throughout the day" you looked at him shaking your head. "Corbyn it just wouldn't work"
He gently cupped your cheeks staring into your beautiful broken eyes that was once sparking, but now was dull and lifeless. "Come y/n we can make this work, I could visit every twice a month, I could be there for the scans, I can take a month off work when your close to your due date. Then once this baby is born we can take a break from everything to raise the baby".
"You and I both know thats not what you want? You want to connect with fans, you want to peruse in music and get far with it... you don't wanna stay stuck in one place yet we can't do this Corbyn" you stepped back from his grip feeling the tears cascade down your face.
"You can be in the baby's life and come to all the scans and come to the birth, but we can't be this happy family Corbyn.. I'm sorry" you whispered shaking your head. "Please just don't make this harder than what it is" you whisper gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear closing your eyes.
By the time you opened them Corbyn was in his car and driving off.
