Unknown // Corbyn Besson

~Chapter Twenty~

The boys did really well in New York, so they decided to add another show to that list. We had arrived earlier today and were heading to my apartment. Corbyn was going to stay with me while he was here, it was just easier.

It felt good to be back. It was calming being in an area that I knew. Even though a lot of bad things have happened here, it is my home and no one can take that from me.

"We'll see you tomorrow" Jonah said, as Corbyn and I got out of the bus.

"I'll be there for soundcheck" Corbyn answered. We waved and the door shut behind us, then they drove off. Amelia was going to her apartment and the rest of the boys were staying in a hotel.

"It's a nice apartment" Corbyn said as we walked in.

"I like things to be plain and simple, add a bit of colour here and there and it actually turns out quite nice" I shrugged, putting my suitcase in my room. I started unpacking it and putting all of my clothes in the basket so that I could do a load of washing before we leave again in a couple days.

"Do you want anything washed?" I turned to Corbyn who was right behind me.

"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks" he said, kissing my cheek. He pulled out his suitcase and threw his clothes into the basket along with mine. "You know, now that it's just us..."

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Don't get too far ahead of yourself Besson"

"I'm just saying, no one's going to be interrupting us tonight" he started kissing down my neck. "It'll be the last time for a while that it'll just be us"

I leaned my head back a little and let out a small moan. "Ok, that's enough" I laughed. "We'll see what happens"

"You're such a tease" he whined.

I smirked, shrugging my shoulders. I picked up the basket and walked down stairs to where the washing machine was. Corbyn stayed upstairs to have a shower.

I walked into the laundry room and opened the two of the machines, separating the colours into dark and lights.

"Emma?" someone asked. I turned around and saw a girl who looked to be around 14. She was holding a basket of laundry as well.

"That's me" I smiled. "Can I help you?"

"I'm a huge fan, do you mind if I get a picture?" she asked, nervously.

"You're a fan of me?" I asked. People normally ask for photos with me because I'm dating Corbyn, not because they're a fan of me. We still haven't really announced our relationship, but everyone has kind of already figured it out.

"Yeah. I really admire how you stand up for what you believe in and don't let the hate get to you"

"Awww, that's so sweet" I smiled. "Of course I'll take a photo with you"

She pulled out her phone and I stood next to her, not needing to crouch because we were the same height. I'm really quite small.

"Thank you" she smiled, putting her phone away. She walked over to a spare washing machine and put the clothes she had in there. "How do you cope? With the hate and everything?" she asked.

"If I'm being honest, I don't. I mean I try, but it's really hard. But I'm kind of used to being called things like that, have been for most of my life. But seeing thousands of people say that to me through the screen in a matter of minutes, can really drain a person. But I have people supporting me through everything, and I love them for that. I had a troubled childhood, a lot of pressure on my shoulders and I turned into something that didn't really have the best outcome. But I'm here now, and I'm more happy than ever"

"I understand" she closed the lid on the washer. I did the same with bth the ones I was using. "My mum used to struggle for years. When she split from my dad, she went into a really bad state. Eventually she got herself out of it and met Darrell. He pulled her out of her state and now we're in a really good place. I like to do jobs for her though, like the washing. Just helps I guess"

"You're really amazing," I said, picking up the basket.

"It was nice to meet you Emma, my names Abbey"

"Nice to meet you Abbey, you deserve the best in life" I gave her a quick hug, and headed out of the laundry room.

"You know" she said just before I left the room, causing me to stop and turn to face her. "You really don't deserve the hate that you get. People should stop comparing you to Christina, you are your own person, and deserve your own recognition. Personally, I think that you're amazing and deserve the whole world"

I gave her a small smile. "Thank you Abbey"

I turned around and walked back to my apartment. I don't really know much about Christina, I don't really want to be that crazy obsessive stalker girlfriend, I want to talk about it normally.

When I walked inside Corbyn was putting his shirt on.

"I think I like it better without the shirt" I said, walking straight past him and putting the basket away.

"Oh yeah" I could feel him smirking. "Maybe I should just remove everything"

He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, spinning me to face him. He pulled me in and kissed me, it started turning heated but I wanted to ask him a question before it got too serious.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked at him. "I have a question"

"Sure, go for it," he said.

"Who's Christina, and what happened between you two?"

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