My Brothers Friend || Zach Herron

No More

corbyns POV

"Corbyn get up!" I heard a voice that sounded like Daniel yelling from the door.

"What!" I threw a pillow at him but missed.
"Jonah has been screaming from downstairs for the past like 5 minutes, it sounds super important" he walked out the door and that's when I noticed Jonah yelling at everyone to get downstairs.
I rolled out of bed and threw a shirt on before walking to the top of the stairs. I saw the boys all gathered around a piece of paper and my interest was peaked, maybe we got a new collab offer? But those came through email usually.

When I reached the bottom and walked over to them they looked at me with sad scared eyes and my heart started racing. I looked around for y/n but she wasn't downstairs yet, maybe she would know what was going on?

"I already tried to call her, like three times. But she wont pick up" Jonah had tears in his eyes and heart was really jumping out of my chest now.
"What do you mean?" Jack just handed me the paper and once I glanced at it I knew it was her handwriting.

Zach was already on the couch crying with his head in his hands. "What the hell is going on" I didn't wanna read the letter, I knew it was bad, but I didn't want it to be real.
"Just read it, but you may wanna sit" Daniel put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to the couch.

I look at the paper and tried to hold it steady with my shaking hands.

Dear Corbyn, Zach, Daniel, Jack and Jonah

By now you have probably notice I'm not home. It breaks my heart that I'm writing this, but I needed to leave. I'm so so so sorry I left this way but you are just going to have to believe me when I say its for the best. It is going to ok, better for all of us. I promise.

I needed a change, I needed to get out of the craziness going through my head and this was the only way I could think of. I didn't want you guys convincing me to stay because its not what any of us need. It may not seem like it right now, or in the near future but this is for all of us.

I just couldn't stay in this house, go to work or the studio and then come home every day. There were some great memories made, but at some point a girl has got to shake some things up. None of you guys did anything wrong, I swear. This is just some personal stuff I need to sort out.

I love you all so much, more than you could ever know. More than I can put into words or write on paper. You changed my life for the better and I owe you all so much. You are my best friends and I will never forget you. Please don't hate me.

I don't know when we will see each other again but I hope you could find a way to forgive me in the end.

I love you,

Y/n   ❤

She drew a little heart at the bottom, she would draw heart all over the place when she was trying to cheer herself up. She would draw on her skin, a notebook, even my  arms.

I couldn't tell if the tear drops were hers or mine but either way I was crying hard enough for them too be my own. I dropped the paper and ran up stairs, ignoring the boys calling after me. I threw her door open, trying to wake myself up from this horrible dream I was trapped in. The room looked untouched, like she had never even been there. The bed was made, closet was empty, and desk cleared off. Running to the bathroom I found nothing but rolls of toilet paper under the sink. After looking under the bed I found her desk stuff, the lamp and frames where she kept all our pictures. They were empty, hopefully meaning she took them. I found a few pairs of clothes and the rest of her decorations.