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 after glancing over it for a second, jonah let out a “ah ha” before bringing it to corbyn’s face. “see? pizza pizzara is open until 10:30″ jonah smirked, proud that he had outsmarted the boys, finding a place that was open later then 9. corbyn tolled his eyes, the others always doing then when they proved one of the others wrong. “so, what do we want?” corbyn asked, as he opened his mac book, searching for their online store.

 “well, i’m pretty tired so i’m going to be going to be soon, so i’ll just steal a piece or two off you guys” jack yawned, leaning back in the chair he was sitting in. “i’ll just take a plain pepperoni pizza, stuffed crust” jonah smiled; knowing all the other boys hated stuffed crust, only getting it so they wouldn’t take any of his. corbyn glances at daniel, who in the span of 10 minuets had crawled under the covers and fallen asleep. corbyn chuckled, seeing the boys mouth agape, and light snores coming from his mouth.

 “i want a plain cheese pizza” zach stayed, corbyn not even asking him what he wanted. corbyn put in all the orders, adding his own into the mix. “okay, it would be here in 45 minuets. oh, and i got bread sticks” corbyn smiled, closing his laptop and swiveling around in his swivel chair.

 45 minuets later, their was a knock at the door. corbyn was playing on his computer, zach and jonah no where to be found. “i guess i’ll get it” corbyn softly said, closing his laptop and walking to the door. 

 “hi! one pepperoni pizza, stuffed crust. one plain cheese pizza, one bacon and pepperoni pizza, thin crust, doctor pepper, and two orders of bread sticks on the side?” y/n asked, glancing from the ticket back to corbyn. “u—uh, yeah, yeah” he stuttered, shaking his head a little. as soon as the girl opened the door, corbyn got butterflies in his stomach, something he never usually got. “your total is $56.84” she laughed, butterflies irrupting in his stomach, again. “you must be having a party or something, i’ve never seen anyone order three pizzas all for them self’s” y/n laughed, and corbyn walked away grabbing his card.

 “u—um, you could say that” corbyn laughed, grabbing his card and walking back to the girl. “my band mates, and i, where hungry, but now they’ve fallen asleep on me. i’m really regretting buying those extra bread sticks now” he laughed once again as he handed her the card. “bandmates?” the girl questioned, raising her brow, as she turned over for him to sign. “yeah. we’re on tour, actually. we have a show tomorrow, you should definitely come” he smiled at the girl. “i definitely will.” she giggled, like a little school girl, her too having sudden feelings for the blonde.

 “it’s at the mall. i promise you won’t miss it” he smiled, for the hundredth time that night, as the girl handed him the pizzas. “i’ll definitely be their” as she handed him the receipt, along with the pizzas, they both smiled, waving as corbyn closed the doors. “guys! pizzas here!” he yelled, knowing no one was awake anymore. 

 she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. it was a last call run and then she would have gone home, but she caught feelings for a boy who was only going to be here for a couple more days; and she didn’t even get his name. “did you get anything? his band name, hell, his name?” y/f/n asked, as she slipped on a shirt. “no” y/n sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed. driving back to the pizza shop, she instantly called her best friend, telling her that she had meet a cutie. they talked for twenty minuets, and had decided to go to the show, hoping the could find it. “he just gave vague instructions. ‘the mall’ they’re a million malls here” y/f/n sighed, anger grabbing her shoes off the floor. “it’s probably the large mall, the one where every other artist performs here,” y/n tried to justify for the hot stranger, hoping she didn’t go to the wrong place and miss his performance.  “let’s just go and hope we don’t miss it” y/f/n sighed, getting up and walking out the door, you following quickly after her. 

 corbyn didn’t sleep much that night. he sat by his computer, just staring at the screen, then staring at the three unopened pizza boxes, with the two bread sticks on the top and a dr. pepper beside them. he glanced over and over the receipt, hoping to find a name, or anything, but it was just a pizza place, and he didn’t know anything about his mystery girl. he finally ate the pizza, it being his dinner, along with a cup of dr. pepper, and two bread sticks before shoving it into the fridge for the boys to heat up in the morning and have for breakfast before the show. he climbed into bed, closing his eyes and trying to get comfortable but he just couldn’t sleep.

 he went on his phone, seeing if anyone was awake at the late hour of the night. whatever he did, he couldn’t shake the thought of mystery girl from his brain. he went on his phone for a good twenty minuets, going through fan edits, or anything else he could find to distract him, but as soon as he put his phone back down, mystery girl flooded his mind again. “damnit,” he softly cursed, before struggling to go to sleep again.

 corbyn was usually the last one to wake up, but today he was filled with energy, and excitement hoping that mystery girl would show up at the mall. “daniel, zach, jack, jonah wake up” corbyn yelled, running from room to room yanking the covers off all four boys, earning groans and grunts in response. “corbyn, it’s early” zach yelled, obliviously angry about being woken up. “it’s 9:45. we have to be at the mall by 10:45 wake up” corbyn smiled, as he pulled the pillow out from uber the younger boy head. “god, what’s gotten you so happy?” jonah scoffed, climbing out of bed. “nothing” corbyn lied, smile apon his face.

“are you sure we’re not here to early? hell, are you even sure they’re playing here? i don’t see no posters or anything” y/f/n asked, glancing around the almost empty mall. usually, when a band or something was playing at the mall, their would be flyers everywhere, letting people know that a band was playing. “i’m sure. usually all bands play here, and it’s only 9:30. i’m sure they haven’t put up the posters yet” you shrugged, walking around the mall. you both let out a small groan, it now bing 10:04 and you haven’t seen anything.

 “maybe we should just leave,” you sighed, giving up. “are you sure? you where pretty excited to meet this mystery boy” y/f/n asked, you shaking your head. “we haven’t seen one poster, or anything. maybe he ment another mall.” you stated, defeated. “we could go search the other malls, we’ll find him eventually” she smiled, trying to lighten your mood. “no. my feet hurt, and i have to go into work at 10:30. damnit, i wasted a whole days worth of makeup on this boy” you lightly laughed, as you walked towards the exit.

 corbyn couldn’t keep the smile off his face as jonah drove to the venue. he was so excited to meet the girl from last night, he couldn’t stand it. “are you going to tell us why you haven’t stopped smiling since we woke up?” jack finally asked, “nope” corbyn responded, not wanting to tell the boys anything about his love life, them just teasing him about it. “oh, about the pizza. what did you do with it? or did you even get it?” jonah asked, glancing in the rear view mirror at the boys. “i ordered it. i put it in the fridge. if you’d look, you’d actually find things” corbyn chuckled, as they pulled up to the huge mall they where playing at.

 “i hope she’s here” corbyn muttered to himself as he got out of the van and helped set up for their performance. — “god, i love that so much.” jack smiled as they rushed backstage, after the show. all the boys agreed, corbyn running to the water tossing a bottle to each other the boys. corbyn slumped into a small chair, sad that he didn’t see mystery girl before, or during the show. he assumed she would go to the small meet & greet they had, hoping to reconnect with her their and finally find out her name; or anything about her, really. 

 when she wasn’t at the meet & greet, he thought he would’ve seen her in the crowd, but the crowd was too large, all the faces blurring together after some point. “are you okay?” zach asked, corbyn just nodding. when they finally got back to their hotel room, corbyn secluded himself in jack and zach shared room, not wanting to talk to anyone. he knew he shouldn’t be that upset over not seeing a pizza delivery girl he had meet hours before but he was. he hated that he didn’t get her name, or anything about her, she was a complete stranger; a compete stranger he fell for in a matter of seconds. 

“bud? we got you some ice cream. it’s your favorite; mint chocolate chip” daniel softly said, knocking on the door, hoping to get corbyn to open up. corbyn let out a loud sigh, it was now around 6pm and the boys had been trying to get him to come out of the room since 1. corbyn slowly opened the door, all the boys smiling “hey” they all softly muttered. corbyn grabbed the pint of ice cream and turned around, sitting back on his bed. “what’s gotten you so down?” jonah asked, as all the boys followed him into the room. “and , don’t say nothing. ‘nothing’ wouldn’t have locked you away in here for hours on end” jack added, all the boys nodding in agreement. “i—i’m just really exhausted after the show i guess” corbyn smiled at the concerned boys, gratefully that they cared about him so much to check in on him every five minuets.“well. do you want to go out to eat? we could go to that pizza place. i’m in the mood for pizza” jonah shrugged, rubbing his stomach. “oh pizza sounds amazing” jack added, them all agreeing to go get pizza for the second night in a row.

 hearing the similar ding, signaling someone walked into the small pizza place, y/n grabbed her pen and pencil and walked towards the door. “how many in your party?” she asked, glancing at the larger group. “6” a brown headed by responded, as she scribbled down something on her notepad, as them muttered “follow me” as she lead them to a bigger booth. the five sat down, looking at the menus, all debating what they wanted. “corbyn. you’re usually always in the mood for pizza, are you sure something isn’t really wrong?” daniel asked, nudging the boy. “i’m sure” he smiled, lowering his head as the waitress came back over. “and what can i get you lovelies to drink?” she asked, as all the boys said what they wanted, corbyn kept quiet, daniel nudging him once again.

“corbyn, tell the waitress what you want the drink” daniel whisper shouted, as corbyn finally looked up. “i’ll just have a dr pepper” he soft said, y/n not understanding him. “could you repeat that?” she questioned, getting closer to the blonde boy. “sorry, he’s in a weird mood. he said he’d like a dr pepper” daniel politely said, y/n quickly writing it down and walking away. “well, i’m getting buffet” jonah piped up, only wanting the brownies or desert buffet. “we have to get at-least one pizza along with the buffet” corbyn finally spoke up. “we can just get a pepperoni pizza” zach shrugged, them all agreeing they wanted buffet.

a few minuets later, y/n came back with all the drinks, handing them out the the boys who wanted them. “and what would we all like to eat?” she asked, pulling the notepad out of her apron. “one large pepperoni pizza, and 5 buffets” jonah smiled, as she quickly wrote down their order. “okay, let me go get your plates” she smiled rushing off, coming back seconds later. “here you go, i’ll bring you pizza out when it’s ready” she smiled clapping her hands and handing out the plates. 

 corbyn grabbed his plate, and made his way to the buffet getting small portions of things. his breath hitched in his throat, when he looked up and made eye contact with the girl from last night. “no way” he whispered, them not breaking eye contact, his heart racing in his chest. corbyn shook his head, finally breaking the eye contact. “what was that all about?” zach asked, shoving a bite of salad in his mouth. “nothing” corbyn smiled, for the first time all day. 

 “that made me feel a lot better, you guys go wait in the car i’ll finish here” corbyn smiled as they all finished their food. corbyn didn’t know how to react, thinking of all those movies he had seen, them all playing it off cool, him scared he was going to embarrass himself. y/n watched as four boys walked out the restaurant, her heart beating seeing the blonde sitting alone at the table. she hoped to god he made a move, wrote him number on the receipt or something, anything. she watched as he got out of the booth, him reaching the door before rushing off to the booth, smiling at what he wrote 

 859-004-8820 — corbyn ;)

she laughed at the little winky face, before glancing to the door, seeing the boy smiling back at her, before he walked out the door.