Why Don't We Imagines

corbyn besson | toxic love

you've been in a toxic relationship with james for three years. corbyn has been your best friend since elementary, he always gotten concerned whenever you were around james. he always noticed how you tried to hide the bruises james had caused.

'y/n where's my phone?!' james yelled

'i-i don't know where it is' you stutter

he storms into the room, you could smell the alcohol reeking off of him

'you did something to it didn't you?!' he slurred as he stumbled towards your direction

'james i promise i didn't!' you exclaim

'liar!' he  yelled on the top of his lungs, he took a swing towards you hitting something

you fall to the ground in excruciating pain, as you try to crawl out of his reach he grabs you roughly and his fists start swinging again.

'get off of her!' you hear a familiar voice yell

james was eventually shoved off of you and hits the wall next to you.
your vision was blurry, you could smell blood. a pair of strong arms grabs you and carries you out of the small apartment and into a car. the engine roars as the car begins to slowly take off into the dark.

silence rings through the car, your thoughts consume you once again. who saved you? did you know him? your vision clears as you notice the car has parked in front of a hospital. the mysterious person gets out of the car and carries you into the hospital. you're immediately taken to get your injuries treated.

-

as you sat in the hospital bed, tears trickled down your swollen face. the door opened slowly to reveal a tall blonde boy. corbyn. he walked towards your bed and sat down in chair next to it.

'im guessing james did this' corbyn states as he points to the multiple new bruises on your arms and your sides

you nod slightly, his face changes and his fists ball up into a fist

'he'a going to pay for what he did to you' he growls

'corbyn don't get yourself hurt because of me. i don't want you to get more involved then you already are!' you yell

'i don't care if i get hurt y/n, i cant stand seeing you covered in bruises anymore' he exclaims

'i can deal with it-'

'no! i will make sure he will never hurt you again!' he yells

'why are you being so stubborn corbyn!' you yell back, as tears threaten to fall

'because i love you!' he huffs

the silence rings throughout the room as you stare at him. did he really say that?

'y-you love me?' you ask quietly

he walks to your side and looks into your eyes

'yeah i do, i've always loved you, from the minute i laid eyes on you' he sat on the side of the bed and looked down at his lap.

'but when you started dating james everything changed, i tried to shake off those feelings but i just couldn't. every time you came by the house, i somehow knew that james had hurt you by the way you walked or stood. i thought you would be happier with him so i left you alone, i always tried to convince myself that he wasn't hurting you. i tried to convince myself that it was all in my head. but when the boys noticed the bruises too, i knew something was up so i drove to his house and saw you on the ground bleeding like crazy. i wanted to stay there and just - ' he started to cry, he let the tears fall from his eyes.

'you don't need to finish that sentence corbyn' you whisper

you wipe away his tears and turn his face towards yours.

'i love you too corbyn, i always have. i thought you didn't like me so I started dating james, that was the biggest mistake of my life. i hurt you corbyn, im - '

before you could finish your sentence, he smashed his lips onto yours. this kiss was different, you felt something that was never there before. he pulls away from you and shoots you his goofy smile.

'i've waited so long to hear those words' he beams

you smile at his comment, he slowly brings you into his warm chest

'i'm gonna make sure he never hurts you again' he states

'what do you mean?' you ask

he kisses your temple and walks out of the room, leaving you confused

-

hours go by, as you sit in the small white room. suddenly, a police officers walk in and stands at the foot of your bed. he asks you various questions about james, you answer all of his questions and he exits the room. what is going on?

-

the doctor comes in, he's followed by Corbyn who has a big smile plastered onto his face

'you're free to go miss' the doctor says

he unhooks everything from your arms as corbyn picks you up and walks out of the hospital. as he gets into his car, you turn towards him.

'corbyn, what in the world is going on?' you question as you sit in the passengers seat

'i made sure he wasn't going to hurt you or anyone else again' he states before getting in the drivers seat and turning on the car

'and what does that mean?' you ask as he starts to drive

'i turned him in' he nonchalantly replies

you smile at him, he grabs ahold of your hand and gives it a light squeeze

'now it's time to show you how a princesses are supposed to be treated' he smiles pulling your hand up to his face and giving it a kiss

you giggle at his remark, your eyes grow heavy as you slowly lean on the door watching the sunrise. feeling protected and loved never felt so good.