The Next Morning
Y/N's POV
I woke up with a huge headache and got up. Corbyn was sound asleep. I remembered everything that happened last night and felt like not talking to him. All of a sudden I felt a wave of nausea hit me and I ran to the toilet. I threw up. It's definitely all the alcohol. August won't be home till tonight so I'm free to do whatever I want today. I looked on my finger and saw the ring was back on. I placed it on the nightstand next to Corbyn and walked out. I went downstairs and sat on the couch. I watched some TV until Corbyn came down.
"Hi baby" I ignored him.
"Baby?" I do not want to talk to him.
"Y/N?"
"Omg what do you want?"
"Well we kind of live together so I wanted to talk to you"
"Well I don't want to talk to you"
"Is this about last night?"
"Mhm. You're a piece of shit. I can't believe I let you sleep with me again."
"Y/N- we didn't do anything. You can ask her. I told her to fake moan to set you off. It obviously worked. I'm sorry."
"I don't believe you Corbyn. You've cheated on me so many times I have no reasons to believe you."
"You aren't innocent either."
"THAT WAS A DARE. YOUR DARE WAS TO GO IN A ROOM NOT FUCK SOMEONE. Plus I only actually did it so you'd fuck me harder which didn't happen"
"I- Y/N I promise we didn't do anything. I don't have any pr-." I felt nauseous again and ran to the bathroom. I started throwing up again and Corbyn came in.
"What's wrong?" I finished and got up.
"I think it's the alcohol"
"Doesn't that happen the night of?"
"Idk. I still don't want to talk to you."
"Y/N please believe me" he grabbed my hand.
"Wheres the ring?"
"On your nightstand I'm not marrying a fucking cheater"
"FOR THE LAST TIME I DIDNT CHEAT ON YOU Y/N I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING AND WOULDNT DO THAT TO YOU AGAIN." He sighed
"I know you have no reason to believe me but please do. You're my whole fucking world Y/N. Please believe me. I'm not gonna lose you again."
"Fine but if I do find out you did. I'm gonna kill you." I giggled and hugged him. He kissed me and we walked out of the bathroom.
"Corbyn I feel horrible."
"Are you sure you aren't pregnant?"
"No corbyn I'm not pregnant."
"Okay. Well it's not the alcohol"
"Maybe I'm sick. Idk. And if I was pregnant we aren't keeping it."
"What?!"
"Corbyn I don't want another one 2 weeks after having my first child."
"Y/N I don't think you should do that"
"Is it your body?"
"No but it's my child."
"Find someone else to carry your fucking child because I'm not if you think it's up to you"
