emmaline's pov
corbyn told me to dress in warm clothes which was odd because we live in la and it's like 80° here right now. i drove to his house which is where he told me to meet him. he smiled at me as i pulled into the why don't we boys driveway.
"hey em." corbyn said when i got out of the car
"hey corbs, so where are we going?"
"to new york."
"what?!"
"i'm flying you to new york because la is a little dull this time of year. new york is beautiful right now, there's snow and all of the christmas decorations are up."
"that's too much corbyn, i don't deserve all of that."
"yes you do, i am going to sight see in one of the most beautiful places with the most beautiful girl."
"awe corbyn."
"so let's go, we don't want to miss our flight."
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when we landed i was in awe of how beautiful new york city is during the holidays. i looked over at corbyn with a wowed expression.
"corbyn this is beautiful, thank you so much for bringing me here."
snow was falling from the sky and the sun was starting to go down. the mood was perfect, it was cold but i was bundled up. apart from my hands at first. corbyn looked down at my hand that was shaking from the cold, and used that as an excuse to grab it. so there i was holding hands with corbyn besson and looking at one of the most beautiful places i've ever seen.
corbyn and i just walked around to different shops until we got hungry. we found a cute diner cafe so we decided to go in and eat.
we sat at a booth, i ordered hot chocolate because i was freezing after being in the brisk new york air. everything was perfect, this date made me start to really see corbyn in a different way. it made me realize how much i like him, and how much he cares for me.
i felt butterflies being there with him, and that's never happened before. not even when i first started dating cameron.
"corbyn i just want to say that i'm so happy i'm here right now with you."
"i'm happy i'm here with you too."
corbyn smiled at me and leaned across the booth to kiss me, and i met him in the middle. everything right now seems perfect, i don't want corbyn to know about my family life because that would just ruin it.
once we were done eating we went to look at the christmas lights in the park. we were laughing and having a good time with each other. this old man came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder.
"hi young lady, would you by any chance want your picture taken in front of the decorations with this young man? i just figured i'd ask because you two remind me of my wife and i when we were young."
"sure! thank you so much."
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it was the end of a perfect day and i sat on the plane with my hand interlocked with corbyn's and my head resting on his shoulder.
i couldn't wait for what the future held with him.
