Something Different

Resolved Problems

Gabriela Gilinsky's P.O.V.

I was putting the plates back in their rack while Corbyn's parents were in the living room with Ashley. It's been five days and they worked to be the better version of themselves and they did everything they can to fix what they've broken. And it honestly made me so proud even though I'm not part of the family.

"Babe, you don't have to do that."

"It's fine, Corbyn." I put the plates on the rack, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, 'princess'." I smirked, knowing that he rolled his eyes.

"Please stop calling me that." He asked,  annoyed. I chuckle, turning around, "And if I don't want to... Princess?"

He left the room, going upstairs, probably to the room we're sharing. I chuckled, finishing the plates and following him. He was laying on the bed and I chuckled, "What's up with you?"

"Nothing." I sat beside him, playing with his hair. He looked at me and I smiled, "So, any plans for the week?"

"Um... I don't know." He answered.

"Hmm... Maybe, we could go to my brother's before we go back on tour?" I suggested.

"I thought I was gonna meet the rest of your family." My smile faltered and I gulped. My parents. Fuck. Noticing my expression, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing." I stuttered, "S-so, my p-parents."

"Please tell me what's wrong."

"Well, it's just... You know how protective Jack was when he met you?" He nods, "Well, my parents are way more... Strict."

"What do you mean by strict?"

"I meant, manners, etiquette. Everything's fucking formal! They're so into their business and everything must be 'appropriate'." I let out, flustered, "Did you know that my butler has to make an invitation just for them to attend my birthday— well, it was more of a ball. Since they're so into...formality."

"Babe, relax. It's going to be okay." He said and I just looked at him with a stern look. He looked into my eyes with that look that's so comforting. I sighed, looking down, "I hope you're right."

He pulled me to his chest, hugging me close. I smiled to myself, nuzzling into his chest. He falls asleep as I begin to hear his soft snores. Cute. I took out my phone and took a picture of him, posting it on instagram with the caption, 'Sleeping Beauty'.

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