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Hold On (C.B)

Description: Tragedy strikes. (don’t want to spoil it)

Song: Hold On by Chord Overstreet

Warning: alcohol poisoning, swearing, EMOTIONS

Word Count: 1.8k

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You didn't remember why everything crashed and fell that day. One second you were dancing in Corbyn's arms in your living room and the next, you both are screaming and yelling at one another at the top of your lungs. All you can clearly remember is him walking out and slamming the door, not returning or calling back for an entire two weeks.

You sat on your living room floor with your back against your couch, a bottle of liquor in your lap and your phone on the carpet beside you. The screen is bright, Corbyn's number ready to be clicked.

It's been a crappy few days. Everything seemed to be crumbling beneath your feet and there wasn't anything to do about it. None of the guys would answer their phones and you knew it was because of Corbyn.

All of your friends had ditched you because they were Corbyn's originally and your parents had passed away years ago. You felt truly alone in the world, and it hurt tremendously.

Not only did you have nobody to consult to, but your life besides that matter was also going to shit. Your college classes were finally getting the best of you. With stress, so much stress, and heartbreak on your back, you felt too weak to carry on.

Oh, and one more thing. Today's the anniversary of your parents' death from two years ago.

So here you sat, drinking alone while crying to yourself on a Friday night.

"Idiot," you drunkenly chuckle.

This was your fourth bottle of liquor and not your last. The thought of alcohol poisoning didn't cross your mind. You really couldn't care less at this point. Would it even matter if something did happen to you? It's not like there was anybody out there who cared.

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C O R B Y N

"It's been a few days since you've last spoken to her," Jack mentioned as he and Corbyn sat on the beach chairs in the backyard of the house.

"I know," Corbyn sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Has she tried calling?"

"Yeah... I haven't picked up, though," Corbyn murmured as Jack shook his head.

"What was the fight about, again?" Jack asked.

Corbyn took a second to answer. "I found out she's been drinking again."

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"Y/N?" you heard Corbyn's wary voice as you walk into the living room, putting your hair into a ponytail.

"Hmm?" you hum, finally looking up at him. He watched as the color drained from your face when your eyes landed on the nearly empty bottle of bourbon that you've had under your couch for a bit.

"What the hell is this?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed and the left corner tilting downwards.

"It's bourbon," you fake a chuckle, going to take it from his hands, but he pulls it back.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" he scoffed. "You're kidding me, right?"

You don't respond, your arms crossing as you glanced towards the ground shamefully.

"Do you remember what happened the last time you were drinking?" he questioned, his voice growing high.

"This isn't like last time," you say. "I don't drink all of the time, anymore. I've just been having small shots every once in a while."

"You're supposed to be recovering," he scoffed. "You've got to be shitting me."

"It's not a big deal," you huff halfheartedly.

"Not a big deal?" he mocks you incredulously. "You almost died two years ago! You were only sixteen then and you're only eighteen now."

"A lot of people do it," you defend yourself.

"I'm not talking about other people," Corbyn argued.

"You aren't my father, don't talk to me like you are," you frown.

"You're being ridiculous right now," he scoffed.

"I'm not-"

"No, you really are," he angrily puts the bottle of liquor down on the coffee table. "Do you not remember the rehab, Y/N? Have you actually been sober for the past two years or has that been a lie?"

When you don't answer, he narrows his eyes.

"Answer me, dammit! Where did you get this from? How long has it been."

"Just a week ago," you lied, and he knew that.

Corbyn bit his bottom lip. "Is lying your thing now?"

"Corbyn, don't do this-"

"Don't do what? Care for my girlfriend that's been lying to me for God knows how long." He heaved a deep sigh. "It's like I don't even know you." Clear disappointment and anger was laced in his tone.

"I'm sorry," you frowned, keeping your eyes on the brown carpet you stood on. You could hear his huff before he turned and headed for the door. You quickly picked your head up. "Where are you going?"

"Out."

"You're being dramatic," you call just before he could reach the door.

"And you're being an idiot! This is one of the literal dumbest things you've ever done in the three years of knowing each other."

"So what, you're going to leave me because I like the feeling of that going down my throat?" you point to the bottle on the table.

"It might just come down to that," he clenched his teeth angrily.

"I'm sorry for finding joy in something that makes me feel happy, something that makes me forget about every wrong thing in my life."

"I was here! I've always been here! You needed someone? Should've come to me! Something that can kill you shouldn't be the thing to make you feel so exhilarating! I helped you the last time. I could've done something to prevent this," he walked over and knocked the bottle over. "What you're telling me right now is that I'm doing something wrong."

"Maybe you are," you couldn't help but say, the adrenaline of the fight getting the best of you.

Corbyn bites the inside of his cheek before nodding. "Bye, Y/N."

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You stopped calling after the second day of him not responding, and neither of you had heard from each other since.

"I love her," Corbyn mumbled. "I really do. But why didn't she trust me enough to tell me when she felt the need to start drinking again?"

"Maybe she was just scared," Jack suggested.

"Scared of what?" Corbyn glanced at Jack.

"Your reaction, what you'd do. This.'

It didn't take long after that for Corbyn to come running to your door, driving quickly and rushing to your apartment panting because of how eager he was to apologize.

After a few knocks without a response, he attempted to twist the doorknob and was beyond surprised when he found out that the front door was open. You were one of the most paranoid people he knew.

"Y/N?"

" Loving and fighting Accusing, denying I can't imagine a world with you gone "

He rushed in and flicked on the lights, adding to the dark apartment. He froze when he stepped foot into your living room, his eyes landing on the various bottles of various kinds of alcohol lying around.

" The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of I'd be so lost if you left me alone "

"Shit," he hissed, running to your bedroom. Panic subsided in his body when he couldn't find you. "Y/N!" he shouted anxiously, running to your bathroom. He tried to open the door but it was locked. "Y/N! Baby, I'm here. Just open the door." When you didn't reply, he put his ear on the door, not able to hear a shuffle of movement or anything. "Y/N! Open the door!"

" You locked yourself in the bathroom "

He banged on the wooden barrier keeping the two of you apart. When you still didn't respond, he began running his shoulder into the door, grunting with each bang of contact. On the third run in, the door broke and Corbyn was suddenly in the bathroom.

The first thing he saw was you, your body on the ground with your eyes closed.

"Lying on the floor when I break through I pull you in to feel your heartbeat "

"Shit, no," he cries, falling to his knees beside you and taking your body into his arms. He puts two fingers against your neck and feels the back of his eyes sting when your pulse is the weakest he's ever felt. "Dammit, Y/N." he teared up, quickly reaching for his phone in his back pocket and instantly dialing the police for help.

" Can you hear me screaming, please don't leave me "

After a rushed call for help, he sat there with you in his arms, tears falling down his face as he brushes your hair out of yours.

"You're okay, baby. You're gonna be okay," he hummed, placing his lips on your forehead.

" Hold on, I still want you "

He couldn't help the sob that left his throat as he rocked the two of you back and forth on your bathroom floor. His heartbeat was frantic at the thought of losing you.

" Come back, I still need you "

"Why'd you do this?" he bawled, shaking his head with his eyes clenched shut. "Why?"

" Let me take your hand, I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need you "

The time came where the ambulance arrived. Corbyn sat in the back right beside you, his hand holding onto yours. The nurse hovering above you tried asking Corbyn questions but he was out of it, staring at your peaceful looking body. If only that's what everything was - peaceful.

" A long endless highway, you're silent beside me Drivin' a nightmare I can't escape from "

There comes a point where he closes his eyes and bows his head downwards, endless prayers wracking his mind and leaving his lips. "Please," he'd cry.

" Helplessly praying, the light isn't fadin' Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones "

By the time you all arive to the hospital, the guys are already there waiting distraughtly. When the doctors rolled your body out of his sight, Corbyn stood in the middle of the hallway with a quivering bottom lip before being escorted to the waiting room witht the rest of the boys.

" They took you away on a table I pace back and fourth as you lay still "

Sitting in that waiting room felt endless. Corbyn didn't have a clue as to what was going on behind the closed doors of where you were being operated on.

" They pull you in to feel your heartbeat Can you hear me screaming, please don't leave me "

Corbyn could feel his heart stop when the nurse walked into the room, her lips pulled into a flat line. He was the first to enter your room, the rest of the boys waiting behind.

"Hey, baby," he whispers with the smallest of smiles to your sleeping figure.

" I don't wanna let go I know I'm not that strong I just wanna hear you Saying baby, let's go home Let's go home Yeah, I just wanna take you home "

That smile of his was washed away when a long beeping could be heard, the sound echoing around the room. His eyes immediately flashed to the monitor that kept the record of your heart beats.

" Hold on, I still want you "

It was then that it flatlined.

" Come back, I still need you "

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I’M SO SORRY

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