What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Relationships (Part Three): Dorbyn- Fluff

Summary: Corbyn has to get Daniel back

Corbyn's POV
I rocked from one foot to the other as I waited before his front door. The large, dark oak slab looming ominously above me. It's only window, a half-circle near the top, stared down at me. Constantly watching, judging. As if it knew what I had done and too thought that I had no right to be here, but I was.

The sharp crinkle of plastic as I squeezed at the baby blue hyacinths the only noise in the eerily silent neighborhood. There was no rumble of distant cars or the sweet serenades of lonely birds.

The silence made the muffle thump of Daniel's careless steps seem to echo. Their increasing volume nothing more than a countdown and with each decibel increase my time to run grew shorter.

But I still had time. I could still run. I could turn away from this door and down the few steps that led to it. I could bound down the sidewalk with everything in me and simply accept that this was never meant to be. Accept that I had fucked up too much, to badly, to ever deserve him.

The door opened with a quiet, mocking squeak and I wanted nothing more than for the Earth to split open and swallow me whole because falling forever into the infinite black was better than this. Anything was better than this.

Daniel stood before me, leaning casually against the door frame. His rich brown hair messy, expression lazy with sleep. Dressed in nothing more than an oversized black tee-shirt and a pair of baggy sweats that hung low on his waist in silent teasing. Lidded blue eyes seeming to not really see me.

I struggled to swallow past the lump in my throat. My heart having leapt from its cage behind my ribs to attempt a desperate, clawing escape. Longing for the man that stood not even three feet away. Wanting him so badly it hurt.

" Corbyn? What... w‐what are you doing here?" Those pretty blue eyes finally focusing, his body going ridged before he pushed off the wall he had been resting on. Spine straight and stiff.

I casted my gaze away, unable to help tugging hard at my bottom lip. A part of me breaking at the realization that I no longer put him at ease, that so much had changed after only a month.

" I-I...", this is so stupid," I brought you flowers," my tongue felt numb. Struggling to form words around the fat, useless muscle. They came out muffled, dripping with hesitant uncertainty as I pushed the petaled plants forward.

His wide eyes drifting from me to the bouquet of pastel blue. Carefully taking the flowers, fingers barely brushing along my own. I could feel the small spasm it caused my muscles, nearly dropping my gift for him.

" I... um... thank you?" I was just able to see him pull them closer, smelling them seeming out of instinct, but his happy little hum made my heart flutter regardless.

I played and pulled at my fingers, staring down at them, not knowing what to do with my hands now that the hyacinths had been taken from me and I couldn't find it in myself to meet his watching eyes.

This is fucking stupid. I shouldn't be here.

" I... I-I'm," God, I couldn't even talk. My hands beginning to tremble the more I picked and pulled at them," c-can... can I come in? I-I mean... can we talk?" Finally lifting my gaze to his, my voice shaking and weak.

Too many emotions passed through his eyes at once for me to catch them all. There was surprise and confusion and he seemed conflicted when he glanced into his town-house before turning back to me. Gently worrying his lower lip between gaped teeth.

" Y-you don't have too, of course. I just... I thought...", blood rushing to my cheeks. My face aching from the heat, nearly glowing red under the soft shafts of sunlight peeking through thick clouds.