𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴

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𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:

"Omg y/n are you ok. Your bleeding."You got up from on the ground and you took off Corbyn's hoodie. "Yeah I'm fine I kind of deserved that for wearing your hoodie without your permission. "It was kind of cute on you. You can keep it if you want," Corbyn said. "Wait really. Yeah." Corbyn then grabbed your arm and brought you to his bathroom." What are you doing," you said as Corbyn looked for a first aid kit. "Um clearly you're hurt."

"I'm not that hurt," you said as you hopped off the counter. "Will you stop. You have glass in your hand and I'm going to fix that," Corbyn said as he put you back on his counter. "Fine." As Corbyn used a pair of tweezers to get the glass out your hand, your phone ringed. "Hey Corbyn can you read that text for me. Sure."

"Hey y/n your cute and sweet but we're done. I've really tried to be ok with this whole long distance thing, but I can't. It's getting annoying. Your no longer keeping me from other people. So before I break your heart in the wrong way, I want to say sorry but I can't. Love Amari."

"We're still friends though." As Corbyn took the last piece of glass out your hand, you grabbed your stuff and you tried to leave. "Nope. That's what you have to learn about me. You can't just walk away when your hurt." Corbyn gave you a hug as you cried into his chest. "Why me."

"I didn't even want to move here. I left my friends and now they left me." Corbyn looked down at you and frowned. "Well don't you think we were supposed to meet for a reason. Besides what real friend just unfriends you like that." You paused for a moment and acknowledged how warm Corbyn made you feel. "I suppose you're right."

"How about you stay the night. I can make anyone happy," Corbyn said as he gave you the puppy eyes." You began walking back upstairs in a defeated way. "Yay sleepover," Corbyn said as he grew the biggest smile. "Since it's the holiday season, I can make hot cocoa and we can watch holiday movies. Ok," you said as you got a blanket off of Corbyn's bed.

While Corbyn went downstairs to make hot cocoa, you started looking around his room again. As you started to look on his desk you saw a note with your name on it. "Dear Y/n, how does someone like you exist. I met you at the beach and I was interested, so I searched for your Instagram. I looked everywhere to find someone that looked like you. And then when I was about to give up I found you. When I found your page, I was amazed."