Unknown // Corbyn Besson

~Chapter Thirteen~

A couple minutes passed and I hadn't heard anything back from him. Not even a thank you? I'm not in the wrong here and I get ignored?

I rolled my eyes and placed my phone down next to me. A few seconds later, it started vibrating. I looked down and saw an incoming facetime call from Corbyn. My breath hitched as I listened to the ongoing sound of my ringtone.

I'm wearing sweats and my hair is in a messy bun. That's not very attractive. What am I supposed to say? Why is he calling me?

I hesitantly pressed accept and placed my phone down on the couch, facing up towards the ceiling so he couldn't see me.

"Emma?" he questioned, as his face appeared on the screen.

"Mhm" I hummed in response.

"I've literally seen you with messy hair and covered in sweat" he laughed. "I'm sure that you look fine"

I didn't even realise that I was covered in sweat when I met him for the first time. I was just so involved in the conversation that I didn't really think about my appearance.

"Come on Emma" he whined.

I let out a sigh and leaned my phone against the pillow so that my face could be seen. A smile lit up on his face.

"Is this better?" I asked. "Is this what you wanted to see?"

"Actually yes. You look very cute" he smiled, leaning against the palm of his hand.

I felt my cheeks heat up slightly and I looked down towards the ground. I could hear him laugh a little bit.

I looked towards the camera and took in his surroundings, trying to get a better feel for the type of person he is.

I'm guessing that he was in his bunk because there was a galaxy kind of design moving around behind him. Is he into space? Everything else seemed really plain. Not many decorations on his wall.

"Are you into space?" I asked.

"Yeah" he let out a small laugh. "Have been since I was a kid"

"Is this your bunk on the bus?" I asked.

"Yeah" he said, flipping the camera round to show his bunk. "The best I can do to decorate is have my fancy lights" he smiled. "At home it's not much better, but I have a plaque on the wall for when 8 Letters went gold"

I could tell that he was really proud of the accomplishments that they have made by the genuine smile on his face.

"You guys went gold?" I asked, amazed.

"Yeah" he flipped the camera back around. "It's one of our best accomplishments"

Just by looking at the smile on his face, I could see the pure happiness and excitement. He was so happy to share everything with me.

"The concert was really good by the way," I said.

"Really? I didn't think you liked our music" he questioned.

"Well maybe you can change that" I smirked.

Wait, did I just flirt? Is that flirting?

"I'd like that," he smirked too.

Did he just flirt too? Oh my god, I don't know what's happening.

"Corbyn!" I heard someone yell in the background.

Corbyn let out a groan and turned away from the camera.

"Jon's on the phone in the lounge area. He wants to talk to us about tour and everything"

Corbyn sighed. "Coming"

"I'll let you go," I said with a small smile.

"Just promise that we'll talk later?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure"

"Ok, talk later Emma" he sighed quietly.

"Bye Corbyn"

I hung up the call and placed my phone down next to me and let out a breath that I didn't even realise I was holding in.

My heart rate started slowing down and I took a few breaths. I was proud of myself for actually going out of my comfort zone and talking to him. But where does that place us? What are we? Friends? I'm probably just overthinking this, it was nothing. Nothing at all.

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