(Y/N's POV)
You and Corbyn have been in a loving relationship for almost 2years now and you couldn't be happier. It was coming up to your anniversary, but because Corbyn and his band mates were still on tour for another 6 shows, there was no guarantee that he'd be able to spend it with you.
Your phone dings from the bedside table. You roll onto your side and reach for it.
*1 new message from: Corbyn ❤️*
Corbyn: "Afternoon love!"
A small smile grows on my face.
You: "Hey! How's your day been?"
Corbyn: "Good, just finished our set practice for tomorrow's show. How's yours been?"
You weren't sure what to say, you hadn't exactly done much other than lay in bed thinking about what you were going to do when it came to your anniversary since Corbyn wouldn't be around.
You: "It's been okay, nothing much has happened really"
Corbyn: "Aww that's too bad. Wish I could be there to make it better!"
You: "Yeah me too"
Corbyn: "I'm sorry princess, I have to cut this short, I have a meeting I need to get to. Love you!"
You: "Love you too xx"
You turned your phone off and placed it back onto your bedside table letting out a huge sigh.
You missed him so much and couldn't bare the distance.
You slowly drifted to sleep thinking about him.
(Corbyn's POV)
"Hey Corbyn! You ready to go?" Daniel called from the tour bus door.
I turned to face him letting out a small sigh before replying.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec!"
I looked down at my phone reading (Y/N's) last message.
"I wish I was there to hear her say it" I whispered to myself before shutting off my phone and walking into the bus.
Daniel flashed me a small smile from the sofa and patted the seat next to him for me to sit with him. I did as he wanted and perched on the edge of the seat.
Daniel: "You alright buddy?"
Corbyn: "Yeah, I just miss (Y/N) is all."
Daniel: "Aw don't worry bro! Just 6 more shows and then you'll see her again"
Corbyn: "Yeah I know but..." I trailed off thinking about (Y/N) having to spend our anniversary alone.
Daniel: "But what?"
Corbyn: "..."
I sighed putting my head in my hands trying to hide the guilt I felt.
Corbyn: "I feel bad that she has to spend our anniversary alone!"
Daniel: "Oh... I'm sorry bro, I didn't know your anniversary was coming up! When exactly?"
Corbyn: "Next Friday" I looked back up at Daniel and shrugged my shoulders. There was nothing I could do. We couldn't exactly miss a show just so I could go home to her. That would be selfish and the fans would hate me.
Daniel had a puzzled look on his face. He was clearly thinking and had a good idea for sure. He had that face.
Corbyn: "What?" I asked noticing his change in facial expression.
Daniel: "Our final show is on Friday... It finishes at 9pm... We could get you back to your place for about 11pm if we leave as soon as the show ends." He finishes and looks me dead in the eye. I thought about his plan for a while. The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea.
*Friday night, 9:30pm*
The boys grabbed their things from the dressing room once their make up had been removed and their clothes changed. They all headed to the bus quickly as to not get caught by fans waiting outside the stage door expecting a photo with them.
Corbyn was first on followed by Daniel, Jonah and Jack and Zach running in at the same time falling over each other.
Jonah: "Come on guys! Be sensible! We don't want to waste anymore time! Corbyn has an anniversary to attend!"
Zach & Jack together: "Sorry"
(Y/N's POV)
"They should have finished their last show by now" I thought to myself looking at the clock on my phone. Corbyn usually facetimes after a show or at least messages, but I haven't recieved anything since I said good luck to him for the last show.
*Ding*
I ran to my phone hoping to see a notification from him.
*1 new message from: Daniel 🦒*
"Daniel?" I whispered quizzically.
Daniel: "Hey (Y/N)! Just wanted to let you know that we've finished the show and are on our way to the hotel! Corbyn doesn't have a lot of battery left on his phone sooo... Yeah... That's why I'm messaging... 😁"
I giggled hearing his voice in my head.
I replied with an 'okay' and threw my phone down onto the sheets of my bed.
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