Jarbyn One Shots

Pizza boy

~In which Jack's a pizza boy who's been sent by Corbyn's ex to teach Corbyn a lesson but the plan backfires as Corbyn immediately falls in love with the sweet and innocent pizza boy. Read it 😃.

Nobody's POV:-
Ding dong!
Corbyn frowned as he heard the door bell ring. Who was it at this hour? He knew it wasn't his neighbours or friends since his friends knew he just came home from work and wouldn't disturb him and his neighbours never came to visit this late because of their schedules.

He got up from where he was sat on the couch and headed to the front door. He looked through the peephole to see who it was and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, frown deepening as he saw a pizza boy standing there awkwardly with two pizzas boxes in his hand. What the hell? He hadn't order any pizza. He just finished eating a delicious homemade meal sent by his mother.

He stood there debating whether or not to open the door. There had been a lot of robberies in the neighbourhood lately and that was part of the reason why Corbyn wasn't opening the door. Before he could think further about the situation, the door bell rang again and the boy suddenly looked frustrated. He looked like he was...freezing.

Corbyn sighed as he came to the conclusion that the boy looked harmless. He looked...innocent and...lost not to mention he was kinda cute. Control yourself Corbyn. You just got out of a relationship not even two days ago.

He looked at the boy again who seemed like he was ready to give up and just leave. Perhaps he was lost or got the wrong address and was asking for help. Instead of pondering further on his assumption, he opened the door. It was better to ask the boy directly than to jump to conclusions.

As soon as he opened the door, the boy jolted backwards in shock. It seemed like he really didn't expect anyone to answer from the way he looked so surprised.

"Hi. How can I help you?", Corbyn spoke tiredly.

"Uh. Your pizzas, sir", the boy mumbled out."One pepperoni and one cheese".

Corbyn frowned. Maybe the boy had gotten lost.

"I'm sorry but I didn't order any pizzas", he replied calmly. The boy already looked scared and talking to him harshly wouldn't help this situation in the least.

"But I was clearly informed that it was to be delivered on this address", the boy said, looking confused."It was listed to be delivered as a gift".

"I'm sorry, dude. But I never ordered any pizzas. Maybe you should call your manager and ask him again. You've clearly gotten the address wrong", Corbyn said.

"But I was informed on the phone that the order was to be delivered here", the boy insisted pulling out his phone from his pocket as he balanced the pizza boxes with one hand. He scrolled through it for a few seconds before turning it to Corbyn.

"See!", the boy said and there was clearly a message there that said to make the delivery at his address. His address was listed in bold letters at the bottom of the message.

He frowned deeply as he read the message. Who gave his address? Was someone messing with him? It was pretty obvious the pizzas weren't for him. He was allergic to pepperoni and was lactose intolerant so the cheese one was a waste too. Realization hit him suddenly . He thought he knew who made the order, he just needed to confirm.

"Do you know who made the order?", Corbyn asked.

"No sir", the boy shook his head."My coworker took the call. I just came to deliver".

"Can you call your coworker and find out?", Corbyn asked the boy.

"Of Course", the boy said and tried to dial his coworker's but failed to because if the pizza boxes.