summary: after years of being separated, childhood best friends corbyn and y/n finally reunite after y/n decided to buy a limelight ticket to their la show.

pairing: corbyn x female!reader

triggers: none

link to original post: https://youngbloodseavey.tumblr.com/post/181877381784/stay-golden-corbyn-besson

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"why do you have to leave me?" corbyn pouted at his best friend y/n, as they laid together in the grass fields by their houses.

the  fifteen year-olds had been best friends since diapers, and had found  out recently that y/n had to move all the way across the country from  their home in virginia to california.

"corbs, i don't want to  move. i wanna stay here with you, and graduate, and live my life here in  virginia. but my dad got this new fancy-ass job, and i can't get out of  moving," y/n rolled over onto her stomach, now facing her blue-eyed  best friend.

"trust me, the last thing i want to do right now is  to leave," she whispered, feeling the familiar sting of tears rush  through her, and her eyes became watery.

"no, please don't cry  y/n," corbyn rushed out, immediately sitting up and taking the girl into  his arms. "if you cry then i'm gonna start crying."

the two  teenagers held each other in an embrace for what felt like an eternity,  not even bothering to speak to each other. all they did was enjoy each  other's presence, because soon they wouldn't be seeing each other for a  long time.

"i love you so much corb," the girl whispered, burying  her face into corbyn's shoulder. she took in a deep breath, inhaling the  intoxicating scent that was her best friend.

"i love you too  y/n." corbyn was near tears, but was determined to not show his  weakness to his best friend. he gently pressed his lips to her temple,  lingering for a few seconds before he pulled away.

"y/n!  let's go!" the pair jumped apart at the sound of y/n's parents, who were  loading the car with their luggage. the rest of their stuff would come  later in a u-haul.

"one second mom!" y/n yelled at her  parents, who were beginning to look impatient. "hey, before i leave, i  wanted to tell you something that i've been keeping a secret for a long  time," y/n began to start, taking corbyn's hands in hers.

the boy's heart began to race, as he stared into the eyes of his longtime best friend (and admittedly, his longtime crush).

"i really li-" she began, but was cut off by the honk of the car's horn, beckoning her to go to her parents.

"i'm  really gonna miss you." a sad, tearful smile painted itself on her  face. "stay golden besson, because i have no doubt that one day i'm  going to see you on some big fancy billboard because you have a number  one album. i know i will." she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to  his cheek, squeezing his hand in hers before running off to her parents  and hopping into the car. "never stop chasing your dreams. because  they'll become a reality. don't forget me okay?"

and with a sad smile y/n y/l/n was gone, leaving a tearful corbyn besson alone in a grassy field.

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it  had been four whole years since y/n had seen corbyn. after y/n left and  corbyn began to seriously pursue music, it was a bumpy ride for their  friendship.

and soon enough, their friendship simply didn't exist.

it  wasn't a malicious falling out, there was no foul words or cruel  gestures. there was simply just silence. and the two of them had to deal  with an empty line, a static crackle of nothingness on the other side.

of  course the thought of the other was always in the back of their minds,  but both y/n and corbyn were far too scared to try and reconnect. what  if what they had wasn't the same as before?

so when y/n saw that a  band called "why don't we" was going on tour, she was immediately  intrigued. and when she saw her blue-eyed ex-best friend on the front  cover of the poster, only one question plagued her mind.

does corbyn remember me?

so  in an attempt to answer that question and rid her head of the incessant  nagging that had been continuous for the past four years, y/n took out  her debit card and bought a limelight ticket to their los angeles show.

so  that's what brought y/n here. standing near the front of the line at  the venue. it was only 3:00 and there was already a line wrapped around  the block, which warmed y/n's heart to no end.

you made it corbyn, i knew you could do it.

her stomach began to tie itself in knots as time went on, each second seeming to pass on like a minute.

y/n  pulled her phone out of her back pocket, her foot tapping on the  pavement as she checked the time for what seemed like the thousandth  occasion. 5:00. they should be letting people in for limelight soon.

she  began to scroll through her phone, managing to somehow scroll deep into  her camera roll. she stopped across a photo of her and corbyn from the  9th grade, smiling wistfully at their goofy grins and wide eyes.

it  was crazy to see how much had changed in four years. corbyn was now  touring the world, and y/n was finishing up her first year of college.

"oh  my god, you've met corbyn?!" y/n was shook out of her daze by an  excited voice squealing from behind her, and she turned around to see a  girl no older than 16. the girl was wide-eyed and excited as ever,  another girl whom y/n assumed to be her friend looking equally as hyped.  y/n was irked that the two girls were looking at her phone screen  without her permission, but decided to mask her irritation with a smile.

"yeah,"  she began, trying to think of an excuse as to how she knew corbyn. she  didn't want people to know she was corbyn's childhood best friend, it  might cause unnecessary drama. "i met him a few years back. i've been a  fan of him since the beginning, and i'm so insanely proud of him and i  want to support him in any way possible." well, at least she wasn't  lying. the two girls nodded.

"well what's it like to meet him?  is he nice?" one of the girls asked, and y/n began to smile. childhood  memories of her and corbyn began to flood her mind, causing a warm  feeling to ball up in her stomach.

"he's the sweetest person  you'll ever meet. i miss him to absolute death, and i can't wait to see  him again." y/n almost became choked up as she spoke, memories of her  and corbyn overwhelming her mind.

the girls opened their mouths to speak, but were interrupted by a man with a megaphone beginning to yell over the crowd. 

"people  with a limelight ticket, please come to the front of the crowd! stand  in front of the entrance doors, we will be letting you in very shortly."  y/n's pulse began to race, and she said a quick goodbye to the girls  she was talking to before making her way to the big, double-door  entrance. 

her nerves were as high as they could be as she was  let in through the doors, taking out her id for security to check and  having her ticket scanned.

soon enough, y/n found herself waiting  on a couch in a large room, fifty or so fans milling about the room.  her stomach was in a million knots, and she began to play with her  fingers as a nervous habit.

she took out her phone and began to  scroll aimlessly, checking her social media in an attempt to sway the  nerves from her stomach. she couldn't even focus on the posts and tweets  she was looking at, instead her head was swarming with nervousness and  thoughts.

what if he doesn't remember me? what if we don't click like we used to? what if he hates me?

the  last thought absolutely terrified y/n. she knew that they fell out, but  she didn't hold any ill feelings towards corbyn for it. hopefully he  feels the same way.

"oh my god they're here!" y/n heard the high  pitched squeal of a teenage girl, followed by a flurry of screams.  they're here. this is it.

"hey guys!" she heard a deep male voice,  and she traced the voice back to a tall, brown haired boy. she  recognized him as jonah, who was the oldest in the band.

y/n had  decided to do some studying up on the rest of the band and their music  before coming, just so she didn't look like a complete idiot. and she  had to admit, they made some damn good music.

the screams  soon died down, morphing into loud conversation. the band members began  to mill around, speaking to fans and taking photos. the couch y/n was  sitting on was in the corner farthest from the boys, which she was  grateful for.

she began to formulate four years of regret and apologies into a single sentence, which proved as hard as it sounds.

y/n  saw that the band began to come closer, talking to the fans and taking  pictures. she was a few feet away from daniel, and she decided to push  her nerves to the side and walked up to the blue-eyed boy, who was clad  in a floral button down and black pants.

daniel caught y/n's eye, and finished up his conversation with the girls he was with to approach the nervous girl.

"hey  there love!" daniel's tooth-gap was on full display, his joyful aura  almost immediately soothing some of y/n's nerves. he enveloped her into a  tight hug, resting his chin on top of her head.

y/n hugged back, feeling oddly comfortable in daniel's arms. she pulled away after a few seconds, taking in a deep breath.

"so  what's your name?" daniel asked, plopping down on the couch that y/n  was previously sitting on. y/n took seat next to him sinking down into  the fabric.

"y/n," she responded, moving herself into a comfortable position.

"well that's a gorgeous name," daniel responded, turning his body to face y/n. "where are you from?"

"i  live in los angeles now, but i used to live in fairfax, virginia." y/n  explained her heart warming at the thought of her hometown.

"fairfax?  that's where corbyn's from!" his bright eyes widened at the  realization, and y/n nodded. "did you used to know him?" y/n nodded.

"we used to be best friends actually," y/n mumbled, feeling a sudden amount of wistfulness wash over her.

"woah  wait, really? no way," daniel looked shell shocked. y/n nodded yet  again, taking out her phone and pulling up a picture of her and corbyn  from their 8th grade formal. she showed the photo to daniel, whose jaw  seemed to drop even more.

"i've known him since we were in  diapers, and we were best friends until i moved to california when we  were 15," y/n explained, pulling up another picture of her and corbyn  for emphasis. "after that we kinda just, lost touch i guess." y/n  shrugged, and daniel nodded.

"so is that why you're here? to see corbyn again?" daniel asked, and y/n moved her head up and down in a nod.

"i'm  terrified though, like what if we don't connect like we used to? i  don't know, maybe i'm overthinking things but it has been four years,"  y/n trailed off, her eye catching a tuft of bright blonde hair from  across the room. her heart skipped a beat at even the tiniest sight of  him.

daniel was silent for a few moments, and y/n could see that the boy was deep in concentration.

"let's go say hi to him." daniel stood up, reaching a hand out to y/n to help her stand up from the couch.

"w-what?" y/n stammered, her heart beginning to race.

"let's  go see him right now. you need to rip off the band-aid, and he needs a  boost of confidence and energy. tour is taking a lot out of him, and  maybe you'll be the thing to give him that boost." he replied, gesturing  once more to signal for y/n to take his hand.

"fine." she took his hand, standing up. "but if he doesn't remember me, you have to get me out of there immediately okay?"

"deal." daniel smiled, and began to walk with y/n over to where corbyn stood with a crowd of girls around him.

"i'll  distract the fans, you go talk to corbyn." he gave her a bright,  reassuring  smile before sauntering over to the group of fans, sending  the group into a frenzy. he walked a couple steps to the right and the  girls followed him and began to talk animatedly, leaving corbyn standing  alone.

y/n attempted to shake the butterflies from her stomach, but to no avail.

deep breaths, deep breaths.

she  walked over to corbyn, who turned to talk to another fan. she took in  another breath, before raising her hand and tapping him on the shoulder.

"hey  there besson." she breathed out, staring into the same clear blue eyes  that she adored so much. the same blue eyes that were filled with tears  the last time she saw him four years prior.

"y/n?" his eyes  scanned your face, not believing for a second what he was seeing. was  this really her? was it his best friend? the girl he was so deeply in  love with for practically his entire life?

he couldn't help  himself, and scooped her into a bear hug. she wrapped her legs around  his waist, burying her head into the crook of his neck. he smelled of  cologne, mixed with the familiar scent of him that she remembered from oh-so long ago. he smelled like corbyn.

"i  missed you so much," she mumbled feeling tears make their way to her  eyes. she clung onto him like a koala bear, savoring every millisecond  of the hug as if it made up for the four years of not talking to each  other, and she could tell corbyn was doing the same.

"i missed you  more." his voice shook with emotion, and he too was near tears. y/n  pulled away from the hug, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

"impossible."  she smiled, locking eyes with corbyn. the bright blue orbs blazed with  emotion, and she could see the tears that brimmed on his lower lash  line.

she looked over corbyn's shoulder for a second, seeing  that daniel was looking at the pair with a wide smile plastered on his  face. he shot her a thumbs up and she laughed, burying her face in  corbyn's shoulder once more.

after a minute or so of just enjoying  each other's presence, corbyn gently set y/n down onto the ground, his  hands still placed on her waist. the smallest reminder that he was still  there, he was real, he wasn't going anywhere.

"i'm so sorry for  everything," she mumbled, the tears that pooled in her eyes beginning to  fall down her face in delicate strokes. "i should've tried harder to  make our friendship work, but i gave up."

"it's not your fault.  half of the blame is on me too. it's both our faults, but nothing is  gonna change our mistakes from the past. what's important is that we  focus on the future. our future." he gently cupped her face in his hands, wiping away the tears with a simple stroke of his thumb.

she smiled, placing her smaller hands over his.

oh god, i really want to kiss him.

the thought ran through her head, and she almost immediately pushed it aside.

  it's been four years since you've seen him y/n, don't just go kissing  your old best friend and crush in front of a bunch of his fans with  cellphones in their hands.

he looked into her glittering eyes,  feeling the pull that he felt towards her four years prior. it was as if  nothing had changed in his heart and soul.

i've never wanted to kiss someone more. his heart longed for her lips on his.

he slowly began to lean in, and y/n sucked in a breath and began to weigh the options in her head.

fuck it.

she  leaned in, melting into his gentle touch. y/n's eyes fluttered shut,  corbyn's doing the same. their lips were four inches apart.

three inches.

two inches.

one inch.

"okay  guys!" y/n and corbyn jumped apart, both blushing a bright crimson.  they had failed to notice the crowd that had formed a circle around the  pair. "sadly it's time for us to go, but we want you all to know that we  love you guys so much, and we hope you enjoy the show tonight!" jonah's  voice boomed, sending a smirk in corbyn's direction.

"i-i guess i have to get going now," corbyn mumbled, his hand going to rub the back of his neck.

"yeah, you probably should," y/n began to fiddle around with her fingers, rocking back and forth gently on her heels.

"i  hope you enjoy the show, i'll see you after? i can send someone out to  come find you, so you can come backstage if you want?" he proposed, and  y/n's heart set alight.

"i'd love that," she smiled shyly at the blonde boy. "break a leg besson."

"see  you later y/l/n." he paused for a beat. "i hope i make you proud." he  bent down and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek, the spot where his lips  touched tingling after he pulled away.

he shot her another heart-melting smiled before walking away, a bounce in his step.

i have no doubt that you'll make me the proudest i've ever been when i see you up there corbyn. i always knew you'd make it.