𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩//Corbyn Besson//✔︎

Chapter 22

"I'll be okay to keep it simple. I'll stay out of your way, I won't let you know. I need your love tonight. I need your love." ~Daniel Seavey, I'll Be Okay

A week after... that, I get a text from him.

Eli💔: hey iz im sorry i went to ur house without ur permission

Izzy: its ok eli

Eli💔: hey... do u want to hang out some time l8tr?

Izzy: sure when

Eli💔: idk, tonight?

Izzy: yeah... i just need to sneak out. Corbs and all

Eli💔: ...corbs?

Izzy: my bf corbyn

Eli💔: ...

Izzy: dont tell him k

Eli💔: k

Izzy has changed 'Eli💔' to 'Eli✌️'

Izzy: gtg bai!

Eli✌️: cya soon

I go to Corbyn's room.

"Hey Corbs?"

He looks up, hugging me tight like always.

I giggle. "Hi"

"Hello," he grins. "What's up?"

"I can't come to cuddle my boyfriend?"

"Yes, you can," he gives me a quick peck. "But I know something's up."

"...Can I go out tonight?"

Corbyn nods. "Of course you can. I'm actually going out tonight too."

I hug him tighter.

"I have a feeling I'm going to miss you..." I sigh.

He chuckles. "And I'll miss you more."

"You're always 'more.'"

"I am. Because I am more." He pulls away, flexing his already insanely large biceps.

"Yeah, yeah, ok!" I grab his arm, hugging it.

"You liiiike it," he laughs, wrapping his other arm around me.

"Of course I do," I grumble.

"Oh yeah? Why?"

I press my cheek against his bicep. "Because."

"Because...?"

"Just because."

He slowly peels me off, holding my waist.

"When are you going?" He asks.

I shrug. "I wanna stay with you for a bit."

"I'm coming up with a few tunes." He nods at his guitar beside his bed. "You can sit beside me, Iz. And listen. Critic me. And be mean. I don't want music I think is good, but actually horrible."

"Your music is never horrible. You help with the music right? You. Are. Amazing."

He laughs, pulling me down as he sits on the floor.

And starts to tune his guitar, grimacing as he realizes how off-tune it sounds.

Bzzz, Bzzz.

Eli✌️: when shud i come and get u

Izzy: we can meet up somewhere

Eli✌️: k meet at THE cafe at 7

Izzy: kk

I put my phone to the side, looking back at Corbyn, who's finally playing a few new notes.

"God, no..." he murmurs. "That's just shit."

He switches to a minor key, looking up at me every so often.

"You're not saying anything," he giggles nervously. "Is it bad? Am I doing something wrong? IS IT JUST COMPLETE—"

I hug him suddenly, taking him by shock. "It's really nice, but I'm enjoying the music. Enjoying the music in silence."

He places his guitar down, hugging me too.

"I love you, Corbs."

"I love you more, Iz."

~

"Hey Eli..." I half smile.

"Hey Isabelle!" He replies, waving.

I sit down across from him.

"So how's it going?" He asks.

I smile. "I'm really good. You?"

"I'm great thanks."

...

He laughs, shaking his head. "Of course you did."

I flip my hair. "Yes. I mean, I'm just that amazing!"

We continue to talk, laughing.

And soon it was 9, time to go.

"See you later, El!" I call.

"Bye, Izzy!"

I turn back, walking home.

What I don't expect to see is Corbyn laughing with Christina, arm slung over her shoulders.

Okay, so my jealous side does kick in.

But I ignore it. I trust him. I trust Corbyn so fucking much.

So I quickly walk to the apartment, into my room, and get changed.

Corbyn comes in half an hour later.

"Iz! Baby!"

I open my door, wearing one of his shirts. "Hi."

He opens his arms, but I raise an eyebrow.

He pouts.

"Go take a shower first, Corbs!"

He laughs, winking and doing just that.

He pulls me out of my room, tugging me to his.

I cuddle to Corbyn, and ask him a very serious question.

"Can we go shopping tomorrow?"

He smiles wide. "Of course, baby. Any time."

"And," I grin, "I saw this cute cushion thing a few weeks ago, and I really want it!"

He kisses me. "Well if you really want it, then we'll get it."

"Really?" I ask, hugging him with one arm.

"Really."

"I love you, you know that?" I murmur.

"I love you more, you know that?" He chuckles.

I tilt my face back. "I do. Do you?"

"Always."