Previously:
We continue to dance then a dreaded sound rung and both our faces turn pale...
The door bell rang.
*Inside head*
Mum...
Corbyn swiftly blew out the candle. As he picked up the candle the hot wax spilt all over his, hand he clenched his teeth from the pain but continued to chuck it under the couch.
Y/n:Oh my god are you ok?
Corbyn:Yeah.
I can tell from the pain on his face that he's not.
We turn our heads to the door, as the handle turns I run upstairs.
My mum came in to find Corbyn awkwardly standing against the table.
Mum:Corbyn what are you doing in a suit...
Corbyn:I'm um...trying on a costume for tomorrow's...school play for drama...
Mum:Ok? Also what's with the petals outside?
Corbyn:Um well...you see...Y/n was decorating the pavement because...she wanted to...test out the colours of a rose...
Mum:Ok? How about that table cloth?
Corbyn:I um...wanted to test the props out for tomorrow...
Mum:Oh.
She walks over the sit on the couch and pulls out the candle.
Mum:And What about this?
Corbyn:Ohhh...uh...that's where that went I'll just take that and go now.
Then Corbyn walks into our room.
Y/n:Testing the rose petal colours??What the heck.
Corbyn:I was put on the spot ok?
Y/n:Ok. Sure.
I laugh. Then my eyes turn to his hand.
Y/n:Your hand is burnt.
Corbyn:It's honestly fine.
Y/n:Wait here.
I go and get the first aid kit and went to help his hand.
I grabbed the alcoholic wipe and dabbed his burn. Every time it touched his skin he flinched.
I wrap his hand with a bandage and look at him straight in the eye.
I close my eyes and slowly lean in for a kiss until my mum bursts in and Corbyn and I pretend to be wrapping up his hand.
Mum:Hey Corbyn, can you pack up your...props?
I giggle under my breath as he gets up and goes downstairs.
*Time skip (4-5 months)*
Mum:Hurry up back your bags! We're leaving in 10 minutes!
Y/n:Coming!
I've almost packed my bag but I can't find the hoodie Corbyn have me on our first date. We aren't officially dating but we've got closer and closer.
Y/n:Ughhh where is it? I'm not leaving without it.
I see Corbyn leaning against the door, with the hoodie.
Corbyn:Looking for this?
Y/n:There it is!
Corbyn:I'm taking it back.
Y/n:Oh...ok?
He laughs.
Corbyn:I'm just kidding here.
I roll my eyes and try to take it off him but he doesn't let go.
Corbyn:You know this is my favourite hoodie?
Y/n:Yeah...
Corbyn:So I'm not letting you have it unless you wear it.
Y/n:Seriously Corbyn?
Corbyn:You want it or not?
Y/n:Fine.
I take it and put it on.
Y/n:Happy now?
He smiles in approval. I roll my eyes smiling.
We grab our suitcases head downstairs and get into the car.
I was about to get on the plane when I hear mum call my name so I go over to her.
Mum:I know I don't say this much but...I love you.
Y/n:Love you too.
I give her a hug and whisper,
Y/n:I'll miss you.
I walk over to Corbyn as he yells,
Corbyn:Bye Mrs Nova!
And we both get onto the plane.
It was around 12.00 am, 6 more hours on the plane.
I cuddle up next to Corbyn, he puts his hand round my shoulder.
Corbyn:I need to introduce you to my friends...or band mates.
Y/n:I already know Zach.
As soon as I said Zach Corbyn stiffens.
Corbyn:Yeah Yeah, I know.
I drift to sleep listening to the sound of the plane engine...
I wake up to the sound of a deep voice. I look up to see a 40 year old man. I jump back.
Y/n:W-Who are you?
??:Come here girly.
He leans in but I push him away.
Y/n:Stop! go away.
He grabs onto my arms so tightly that I scream from the pain. I can't move. Thats when I see at least 3 bottles of beer sticking out of his bag.
??:You better co-operate here or I'll hurt you.
I'm scared and worried. Corbyn appears and drags the man off me.
Corbyn:Get away from her!
??:You wanna fight boy?
Corbyn was about to punch him but the security guard comes down the plane and pulls the man away.
Corbyn turns to me worriedly and asks,
Corbyn:Are you ok?
He saw the bruises on my arm.
Corbyn:You got hurt? I swear...I'm going to-
Y/n:Save it. Where were you?
Corbyn:The bathroom, then I heard you screaming.
I pull him in for a hug, it hurt my arms but Corbyn was more important than the pain.
Corbyn:Are you sure you're ok?
Y/n:I guess, my arms just hurt...why did he even attack me?
He leans in and whispers,
Corbyn:I guess you're just too damn beautiful.
I blush.
Y/n:I wish!
When we get off the plane I was so jet lagged I didn't want to move.
Then I see a familiar figure, I gasp and put my hand over my mouth.
I drop all my bags and run straight for him, I jump on him, wrapping my legs round his waist.
Y/n:Oh my god Zach. I can't believe you're here.
His arms wrap round me.
Zach:Me to Y/n, me too.
Y/n:I can't believe you're real, not through a screen.
He laughs.
Zach:Don't worry I'm real.
Zach p.o.v
She's here, she's really here. The girl of my dreams, here, in real life. I look at her necklace and notice my charm on it I smile and kiss her on the cheek, that took her by surprise.
Then I notice something else, that honestly hurt me a bit...
Sorry this is really bad, keep a look out for 'the girl of my dreams part 2
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FanficI didn't want to listen anymore I curled up into a ball and let the tears roll from my eyes, I could still hear the echoes of their argument. Yet one sentence hit me hard. "YOU STILL LOVE HER DON'T YOU!" There was a silence. "Her room is right next...
