Toxic - Corbyn Besson

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Y/N's POV
I'm sitting on the couch. It's nearly 2am and Corbyn still isn't back from the 'studio'. I don't like to sound jealous and obsessive, but I can't help but think he's not telling me the truth. And I can tell we're slowly drifting, that's the last thing I want.
I sigh before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I'm not waiting for him to get back any longer. I'll talk to him tomorrow, hopefully.
I slowly walk up stairs and put on one of my old t-shirts before laying down and slowly drifting off to sleep.
-Awhile Later-
I'm awoken as I feel someone sitting on the bed, and I roll around to look at Corbyn.

"What took you so long?" I say as if it doesn't matter.

He shrugged. "Another day, same thing. We had trouble getting anything done."

I nod and sit beside him looking at my thighs. I have to do it. I have to tell him how I feel before I can't.

"Are you sure that's it?"

His head jerked my direction. He looked hurt and mad.

"What do you mean?"

I shrugged and messed with my fingers.

"I don't know Corbyn... Do you really stay in the studio until 3am? You can't really... You know, make time for us? We have had a day for ourselves in what seems like forever and... I miss it." I looked at him.

He looked serious. He looked at as if he didn't believe what came out of my mouth.

"You really think I can leave the boys when we're at our hardest time just because I need time with my girlfriend?"

I looked back down. That's what I want... but he makes it sound as if it's a bad thing.

"Well. I didn't know wanting to keep your relationship was a bad thing. I thought you loved me."

I look up at him while I finish my words. My eyes become watery.

"I love you too. But it's hard to do that when you're so needy."

Both our expressions changed. His face was full of immediate regret. I'm getting more angry and sad as the moment drags.
I can't hold it anymore. I start shouting at him as tears roll down my cheeks.

"You know how hard I try! I try to give you space, not interfere with your career. Corbyn I love you with every bone in my body! You were all I ever wanted. What the fuck did I do?! You've treated me like shit for the past month. I'm never letting you make me feel like this again!"

I wiped the tears away from my hot cheeks. I got up from the bed.
He grabbed my hand. I looked at him and pushed it off.

"Ple-."

I cut him off.

"Don't bother bugging me about my stuff. I don't want it. I'll buy new stuff. I don't want to be needy."

He looked distraught. A tear slipped from his eye.

"Please don't god Y/N." He shook his head and walked over to me.

"Fuck. Off." I started walking out.

"You know what. Go. I could do a lot better anyway."

I turned around. He looked hurt. Angry. And his eyes were extremely red.

I started screaming at the top of my lungs. I couldn't hold it in.
"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT." Tears streamed down my cheeks.

I grabbed my phone and purse and slipped shoes on.
I walked over to him and went to slap him. But I couldn't. My hand slowly fell. I walked out of the room and went to the front door. He didn't follow. I walked out of the house. I got my keys out of purse and went to my car.