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twin towers | corbyn

I dried myself off, unplugging the plug from the ice cold water in the tub. It was hot... 2 hours ago. I changed into sweats and a sweatshirt, slowly trudging into the living room. All the lights in my apartment were off, closing me off from the outside world. I have the curtains closed, making it even more dark.

I grabbed some food and tea from the kitchen, going to sit back on the couch. I sat in silence. No music. No light except from the tv that was on mute. The news channel was on, only making me more depressed.

It's been 18 years without my parents, who were both killed during 911. They we're on the hijacked plane, coming home after their honeymoon vacation. I was only 2 years old at the time. My moms older sister was watching me till they got back.

I remember it all like it was just yesterday.

"Y/N, baby, come here please, hurry up." I quickly ran out to my aunt, seeing her half crying. She handed me the phone, "It's mommy and daddy." She choked, covering her mouth.

"Hi mommy, hi daddy!" I smiled. "Why is aunt Titi crying?"

"Hi baby, listen, I love you so much. You know that right?" I heard my mom half yell. There was so much noise in the background.

"Yes mommy."

"Daddy loves you too, sweet heart. We will always love you. Hug Titi for us."

I did as told and hugged her. I handed the phone back after saying "I love you mommy, I love you daddy."

"We have to go now. Please take care of our baby, Tina! I'm so sorry! I love you guys!" I heard them say as the line ended.

Titi hugged me again, crying harder.

I didn't know it at the time but that was the last I ever heard from them. I didn't know how my parents were killed then but when I was about 10, I found out immediately. Aunt Tina sat me down during dinner and cried while telling me. It broke both of us.

Here I sat, 10 years later, sitting in my dark New York apartment, missing them more then ever. I looked up at the tv, seeing all the names of those lost on the screen. I quickly grabbed the remote, pausing it on my parents names.

The ice-cream that I had in my hands fell on the floor as I sobbed. I never knew how much I missed them until now. I haven't told anyone except my best friend about what happened to my parents. I can't even talk about it without breaking down.

Speaking of telling people, Corbyn has been blowing up my phone all day. I started becoming distant a few days ago, knowing that today was coming up. I didn't want him seeing me like this.

My phone kept buzzing on the table, I declined his endless calls. He was worried and I shouldn't be doing this to him. Just as I picked up my phone, he said he was coming over with the boys.

I texted a quick, "I'm fine" in hopes he wouldn't. But, like the good boyfriend he is, bluntly told me he was coming anyway. The boys were staying in New York until their next tour dates drop. Yes, I love Corbyn. More then anything. But I haven't thought about how I was going to tell him.

Time flew by fast because before I knew it, he was knocking on my door. After 10 knocks, I finally got the courage and opened the door for them. The light from the hallway blinded me, making me shield my eyes.

"Why is it so dark? Are you-" He paused after flicking on the lights. He seen how puffy my cheeks were and how red my face was from crying.

"Oh my god, babe. What's wrong?" He instantly pulled me into a hug.

I sobbed and couldn't stop. I started gasping for air as Zach grabbed some water for me. Corbyn walked me over to couch, telling Jonah to grab some paper towels for my spilled ice cream that was now melted all over the floor.

He pulled me into his chest again, comforting me. Jack looked over at the tv, pointing to it. All the boys looked over, then looked back at me.

"That's your last name?" Daniel raised an eyebrow in sadness. I lightly nodded before pulling away from Corbyn.

"Baby, what's going on?" The worry and confusion in his eyes broke me even more.

It took everything I had to hold down my tears before saying, "Those are my parents."

They all sat down around me, not saying anything. I don't blame them. It's a lot to take in.

"They were on the hijacked plane when it crashed into the twin towers. I was 2 years old when I last saw them." My voice cracked as tears came pouring out.

"Is this why you've been so distant lately?"

I nodded, grabbing Corbyns hand, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know how I was gonna tell you. I wanted to but I-"

He cut me off, squeezing my hand, "Don't be sorry baby, I understand."

The boys rubbed my legs and arms, trying to comfort me as much as possible. But no matter how much they tried, I was still broken inside and no one could fix that.

"I have the voice recording of them talking to me on the phone before they... ya know..." I sniffled, looking down.

"I'm sorry that I didn't know. I have no idea what you went through but I'm here for you. We all are."

Corbyns smile was irresistible. I smiled for the first time in almost a well. I looked around at the boys, knowing I'd always have them here for me.

"Thanks guys."

"We love you, Y/N." They all said together.

I hit play on the remote, letting them listen to the news with me. After the announcement ending the silence for the ones we lost, the boys were all crying.

We all formed a group hug, saying we loved each other. I needed this. I needed them.

They agreed to stay at my place tonight, just watch movies and eat food.

Even though I didn't have my parents, I had my loving boyfriend and my amazing friends here with me forever.

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authors note: hey guys. today has been a hard day for a lot of people. I wanna take a moment to remember those we lost, and to everyone else who lost their friends and family. They will forever be in our hearts, and forever be loved. Thank you. xx

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