WDW IMAGINES

normal | corbyn

I had my back against Corbyn, slowly rocking side to side. His hands were on my hips, smirking.

"Shit! It's the cops!" Someone yelled as the red and blue lights flashed through the windows.

Everyone started panicking as we looked at each other, thinking of what to do.

I quickly grabbed Corbyns hand, running towards the back door.

"Y/N, what are you doing?!" He yelled over everyone around us.

"Just shut up and run!"

He did as told, running while still holding my hand.

We soon stopped, watching people get put in handcuffs while others ran for their lives across the street.

I took Corbyn down an alley, keeping him close to me.

"That was insane," He chuckled, ruffling his hair.

"That was scary," I corrected him.

"We're young. We have time to be reckless every once ina while."

"You're in a band, Corbyn. Did you forget that?" The last part was more snappy than expected. He stopped in his tracks, giving me a weird look.

"I know I am. But some times, I'd like to think I was normal. That I didn't have to go by someone else's rules or expectations."

He sounded hurt, like I just dropped the mic in front of him. He began walking away again as I continued to stand there.

I never thought about what it would be like to feel normal, mainly because I live like that on the daily. But not Corbyn.

He has to please his fans, his management, everyone. He's only 20, living like he's 35.

"Babe-" I began but he cut me off.

"Some times, I like to think that I'm on my own. That I could escape my phone, the boys. As much as I love the guys, and the supporters, I just need a break. I would like to live freely. I've been doing this since I was about 15. It just gets hard when I constantly have a camera in my face or people screaming when they see me. This party we just went to, no one really knew me. No one asked for a picture or autograph. I felt normal. That's all I wanna be: Normal."

I could hear the frustration in his voice, he was about to break. I embraced him in a hug, feeling like a terrible girlfriend for bringing something like this up.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I whispered, still clinging onto him.

"We should probably get back to the bus. Come on." He sighed, grabbing my hand.

"Wait. Why don't we just talk around for awhile?"

He smiled. Even though I knew he was hurting, his smile was real. That's what made me fall in love with him.

"Sounds like a plan."