#corbynbessonimagines

After you and Colby break up you start falling for Corbyn Besson, one of your mutual friends

@simonsbluee

•Just a heads up this isn’t related to the other imagines but I thought the photos on his wall from the other imagine would work well for this one as well•

~Your POV~

Corbyn held my hand as he led me inside and to an empty table. It was near the row of windows, which gave us a great view of the sun going down over the city. I told him what I wanted to drink and he gave me a nod of his head while smiling, just before he bent down to my ear.

“You know what they say, nothings fun about being sober.”

I laugh as he says this. It’s one of our many inside jokes we share that honestly make no sense, but they make me laugh every time.

He walks away and I lean my head on my arm and sigh, smiling. I hadn’t been to this place in forever, not since my third date with my ex boyfriend.

~A little over a month ago~

“Seriously Colby? Are you fucking kidding me?! I’ve asked you to stop hanging out with her!”

I can’t hold it in any longer as I scream out these words. He has the nerve to stare me in the face and say he’s sorry he couldn’t have made our anniversary date because of her.

“God why are you so difficult?! She’s my friend, my best friend! I’m not gonna stop hanging out with her!”

He rolls his eyes and yells back, sticking one hand in his pocket.

“First of all I should be your best friend! If you had known her before we met I would understand, but you only met her three weeks ago! Second of all the fact that you stood me up today is such bullshit! You always plan the dates and today was my turn to do something for you, not to mention the fact that it’s our two year anniversary and you stood me up for fucking Layla!”

“Ughhh!”

He sticks both hands in his hair. He plops himself down on the bed, puts his head in his hands, and breathes heavily in anger.

“Sometimes you’re can be such a bitch...”

Colby mumbles this through his hands not looking up at me. When I hear those words my blood starts to boil and I decide I’ve had enough.

“How dare you, fuck off Colby! This is fucking over!”

I walk out and slam the door behind me.

~Now~

Corbyn snaps me out of my flashback by handing me a beer.

“Aww thanks Corbs, you’re the best!”

I giggle and take a sip from the bottle, it burns slightly as it goes down.

“Anything for you cutie.”

I blush as Corbyn grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. Corbyn was my rock after Colby and I broke up.

I’d been a huge WDW fan since I was nineteen years old, for my twentieth birthday Colby took me to one of their concerts. He bought tickets up front, backstage passes, the works. When it was our turn to meet the guys we found out that they all watched Sam and Colby, but Jack watched them the most.

This led to a friendship between all of us, as we exchanged numbers that night. For a while we all would hang out when they were in L.A from touring, but eventually the only people who we still hung out with and texted often were Jack and Corbyn.

Being that Jack was such a big fan, I often found myself talking to Corbyn while Jack and Colby would play video games and ask each other questions.

He became one of my bestfriends, however I always put Colby first, until Colby stopped putting me first. After he skipped out on our anniversary date that I had planned to hang out with Layla, one of Kat’s besties whom he’d only known for a few short weeks, I knew it was over.

Corbyn stepped up and became the most amazing friend a girl could ask for, and as of three days ago, the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.

I wrap my arms around his neck as we dance, running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

He smiles and leans down to kiss me, making this the best night I’ve had in a while.

~Colby’s POV~

I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t miss her. Since the moment she walked out of my room every moment has been a constant struggle. Today was the worst.

I was feeling extra down today after seeing a video of Y/n backstage waiting for Corbyn at one of WDW’s concerts, so I decided to take a walk down some of the busier streets in LA.

That’s when I saw it. Corbyn holding my girls hand, pulling her inside some bar as I watched from the curb on the opposite side. That’s where I took her for out third date, and she’s just gonna let him do that?! I just stood in sadness and honestly, anger, as I watched him whisper in her ear.

She laughed and he left, presumably to get her a drink, before she began gazing out the window. I quickly ducked behind a car before she could see me.

Wow, she looked happy... happier then I’d seen her in a really long time. I hadn’t seen her smile like that In months... I guess I hadn’t realized how much I’d started pushing her away.

I back up, sliding down to sit on the sidewalk and leaning my back against the brick wall. Fuck... I hurt her.

Honestly I guess I hadn’t realized how much I had done, and how bad it really was. I never liked Layla as more than a friend but I’m not gonna pretend she didn’t give me a thrill that y/n didn’t. Y/n was always super focused, I guess at the time I hadn’t realized she was super focused on planning our anniversary date. When I hung out with Layla It didn’t bother me that y/n was always so busy.

Eventually I decided I couldn’t do it anymore. I’d been spying on her date with Corbyn for the past forty minutes and I couldn’t handle it anymore, so I called an Uber.

The moment I walked in the front door I grabbed a bottle of vodka. It was half full, left over from one of Brennens stupid drinking videos, but it would work for me.

I brought it to my room, sat in my editing chair, and drank. I had finished the bottle in no time. My wall was still covered in our photos, our memories from the moment we met to the moment we said goodbye.

In no time I had finished the bottle and was close to passing out. I’m literally so in love with her.

I was never much of a crier but I let the tears fall down my face, honestly it was probably a biproduct of me being drunk and emotional.

At this moment Sam walked in, curious as to whether I would help him film for his prank.

“Colby?”

Thirty minutes after I had spilled my heart out he gives me one piece of advice and leaves.

“One day you won’t feel like this anymore. Eventually you’ll be able to move on like she has. Just stay strong bro.”

In my drunken state I decide to type out a text.

Hey Love well I guess you aren’t really my love anymore, I can’t do this anymore, I can’t pretend it doesn’t bother me. Y/n I’m so utterly in love with you that it kills me every time I see you with Corbyn. I saw you guys today while I was taking a walk. You seemed really happy, and I’m sorry I could never make you feel like that. You’re so beautiful and amazing and I hope that he treats you the way I should’ve. I hope you’re happier with him.