Daniel Seavey & Corbyn Besson Smut

Jet Lag {C.B}

The boys just finished their summer tour and were each going back to their home towns to visit family, but you decided to stick with Corbyn as his family somehow became yours since you no longer kept in contact with your parents. The Besson family seemed to have taken you under their wing even after your first visit to see them when Corbyn brought you over to introduce you to everyone as his girlfriend.

The flight from LA was okay with only a slight amount of turbulence every now and then. You mostly slept listening to music while Corbyn played a few games on his phone.

Once you landed in Texas you were greeted by Corbyn's mum with a hug. You hugged back as best you could with all your baggage, but luckily she pulled away before you dropped your things. She then hugged Corbyn giving him small kisses on the cheek. You smiled as you watched them reunite.
You looked around cautiously hoping to avoid fans waiting at the entrance, but luckily there weren't any to be seen as far as you could tell.
You, Corbyn and his mum began walking to the taxi while you continued to survey the area hoping not to see fans which would draw you and Corbyn apart.

The car journey was filled with chat about tour and how things have been in general. You kept quiet though as Corbyn answered most of the questions while you tried your hardest not to doze off as the jet lag began to set in.

*30mins later*
(Y/N's POV)
We finally arrived at Corbyn's house.
I had forgotten how big it was.
I walked to the boot of the car and lifted the tailgate up so that we could grab our bags and go in.
Once we were in, we placed our bags in the living room to sort out later after we got something to eat.
I wasn't hungry enough to go out, so me and Corbyn settled on a pizza which had been half eaten and placed in the fridge for later.
Corbyn's mum: "Did you two want me to put your bags in your room Corbyn?" she asked from the hallway where we left our bags.
Corbyn: "No don't worry! We'll sort them ourselves!"
Corbyn's mum: "Okay dear!" we heard her walk down the hallway towards her room. After that it was shear silence. Me and Corbyn were enjoying the pizza as we were scrolling through social media catching up on what we had missed while we were on the plane.

*20mins later*
(Corbyn's POV)
Me and (Y/N) have been sitting in the living room for a while now. We finished the pizza. Caught up on everything we missed on social media. And we still had our bags to unpack.
Corbyn: "We should probably unpack our things before it gets too late" I suggested attempting to get things moving. I helped (Y/N) up from where she was sitting, seeing her walk towards the hallway where we left them soon after. I picked up the pizza box and threw it away as I followed her.
The sound of our suitcases rolling down the laminate flooring was loud and could be heard throughout the whole house.
My mum came out of her room and smiled at me and (Y/N) as we walked past.
Corbyn's mum: "I'm about to start getting dinner started. Your brother and sister should be here shortly" she informed me as I walked past.
Corbyn: "Okay! We're just going to unpack!"
We made it to my room and threw our bags onto the bed. We looked at each other. I let out a sigh of exhaustion as I looked back down at our bags.
(Y/N): "It's now or never I guess"

*20mins later*
(Y/N's POV)
Me and Corbyn had finally finished unpacking our stuff and were feeling quite hungry despite the pizza we had earlier. Luckily Corbyn's mum had started dinner and it should be ready soon. Corbyn's brother and sister arrived a while ago and had both greeted us when they did.
Corbyn's mum: "Dinner's ready!" she shouted from the dining room. I heard Ashley and Jordan talking from the hallway as they made their way to the dining table. Me and Corbyn took a while longer to get to the room as we were extremely tired and jet lagged but once the food was in sight we picked up speed knowing how hungry we were.
You: "Wow! This looks great! Thank you!" I complemented her efforts. The food looked amazing.
Corbyn's mum: "Don't mention it! Dig in!" the table was silent for the most part as we all enjoyed our meal. There was a casual conversation made every now and then, but it trailed off as quick as it was started. All of a sudden Corbyn's mum brought up the subject of me and my photography. I smiled as she asked me questions about how I was getting on and whether I had gotten any really great shots.
I answered her questions as best as I could with as much enthusiasm as I could handle, but the jet lag was bringing me down slightly.