Unlucky // COMPLETE // Corbyn Besson

Hurting

Previously:
Corbyn:Jack, he's...
Y/n:He's what?
The anticipation was killing me, I cross my arms waiting.

Corbyn:Jack he...quit the band.
No words came out my mouth. My jaw dropped and my heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach.
*Inside head*
This is my fault. If I hadn't let Jack have feelings for me, none of this would've happened. If I hadn't dated any of the boys,   none of this would've happened. If I didn't meet them, none of this would've happened.
I had to find him before the boys leave to continue tour.
I give Corbyn a quick kiss and head out the door with my car keys.
I have no idea where he would be. So I circled the area where the hotel is.
*Inside head*
He couldn't have gone far.
I gave up after a while and parked somewhere random leaning back in my seat crying.
I look at myself in the mirror and spot a curly hair boy playing a guitar collecting money on the ground.
I swing the car door open yelling his name.
He smiles at a couple of people who threw money into his guitar case.
Y/n:JACK!
He spins round and sees me packing up his stuff as quick as he could to get away from me.
Before he could leave I grab his arm.
Y/n:Jack...
Jack:Let me go.
Y/n:Why did you leave the band? Do you know the consequences of that?
Jack:I said, let me go!
Y/n:Answer me please.
Jack:I don't want to stay with people that keep hurting me, I want to leave...just stop.
Y/n:Hurting you? Do you know how many people you're hurting just by leaving the band? It's not all about you, you know.
Jack:You know what, you're right! I should just disappear from all your guys life's, that would make it so much easier.
Y/n:Jack no, stay, for the band, the fans, for me.
Jack:That's it! Stop controlling my life! And get the hell away from me!
Before I could say anything else Jack swings his guitar case (with his guitar in it) at me, hitting my arm sending pain through it. He turns round to look at my face of agony before storming off.
I would have ran after him if my wrist didn't hurt so much.
I walk back to my car, clenching my mental and physical pain. I drive back to the boys hotel with one hand.
Once I get to the hotel I walk in to be greeted by Corbyn hugging me then looking at me straight in the eye and kissing me.
Corbyn:Are you alright? Did you find Jack?
Y/n:I found Jack but...he wasn't keen on talking. Now I don't know where he is.
He sighs and hugs me again, stroking my head.
Corbyn:At least I've got you.
He turns round and takes my wrist leading me to the sofa.
I wince from the pain and pull away. Corbyn turns back round to look at me.
Corbyn:What happened?
Y/n:I'm fine. You just grabbed my wrist hard.
Corbyn gently takes my wrist and pulls up my sleeve revealing a swollen, purple and blue bruise, I quickly take my wrist back and pull down my sleeve.
Corbyn's eyes were washed with anger.
Y/n:I'm fine.
Corbyn:Who did this?
I sigh.
Y/n:Jack.
Corbyn clenched his jaw.
Before he could turn around I grab him.
Y/n:No I'm ok, seriously.
Corbyn pushes me away causing me to stumble back.
All the boys where looking at us.
Corbyn walks over to a wall and punches it.
Y/n:Corbyn! Stop!
I tried to get closer to him.
Corbyn:This is not ok! He hurt the band, he hurt the fans. He hurt his best friends, he hurt you!
I wanted to say something to calm him down, but all those things were true.
Corbyn:I can't let anyone hurt you.
A tear slipped from his eye.
I hug him and he buries his face in my hair.
Y/n:We'll find him.
I take his hand and lead him to his bedroom.
We lay on his bed, my head on his chest, his arms round my waist.
I would feel him start to fall asleep so I let my eyes close, so we can find Jack tomorrow.
*Time skip (the morning)*
I woke up to find Corbyn still asleep.
I slip out of his arms not wanting to wake him up.
I get changed, get in my car and drive to the square where I last saw Jack.
He was there to my surprise playing his guitar to the people walking past.
I miss him.
I got out of the car and started to walk up to him.
I stand in front of him and he just stop playing and singing.
Jack:What do you want?
Y/n:You to come back.
Jack:I'll pass.
Y/n:The band needs you Jack, I need you.
Jack:There is no band, and you're far to busy with Corbyn anyways.
Y/n:You know it's not like that!
Jack:Well that's what it looks like to me.
Y/n:Whats your problem! All I want is for you to come back and you're just being selfish hurting everyone by leaving the band! That's what you don't get Jack!
He was speechless.
I turned round on my heel walking away.
Jack:Wait!
I turn round and he takes my hand.
Jack:I'll do it under one circumstance.
At this point I'd do anything to get him home.
Y/n:And what's that?
He stared at me not saying anything.
I shook his hand off and started walking again.
Jack:No wait, hear me out!
I turn round again and crossed my arms.
Y/n:What?
Jack:I'll do anything, get back in the band, work hard if...
I had a bad feeling about this, but I had no other choice.

Sorry this is really short. Aw remember when Corbyn was just your exchange student. Keep a watch out for chapter 21.
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