Anger Management (A Hunter Hayes Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty: Rain Is A Good Thing

A/N:
Why are Hunter and Libby so cute? I don't get it.

Stadiumlicious,
Tessa❤️🎶

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I slide my hand across the glossy wood of the guitar. It's beautiful, I haven't stopped looking at it since I came into the store with Ella. She's talking to some sales guy about a mandolin as I drool over the lovely acoustic in my arms. The sound is absolutely perfect, and I think I've found my second love. My first being Liz. I sigh. I always somehow manage to think about her at the most inconvenient times. I feel like crying uncontrollably every time I think of her. Saying her name is emotional suicide.

"Dad, is the guitar really that great? I don't think tears are necessary," Ella says.

I shake my head slightly, blinking to remove the extra moisture from my eyes.

"Sorry," I apologize.

"Dad you've got to stop doing that, it's ridiculous. That the tenth time in the past week," she says softly, sitting down next to me.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry," I say, picking at the strings absentmindedly.

"Why don't you buy that lovely instrument, and we can go home and you can write another song about her," she suggests.

"El I don't have a writing session until Thursday," I remind her.

"Umm, why do you think you have me?" She asks in a 'duh' tone.

I smirk. "You're right. Let's go, I need this baby to be mine."

"If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak, if you're gonna be somebody's mistake," Ella starts singing loudly.

"Ella stop! You know how I feel about my old stuff!" I protest.

She just laughs and hums the song quietly. After buying the guitar we leave, stopping for ice cream on the way home.

"What was moms favorite flavor?" Ella asks suddenly as we drive.

"Uh... She liked Moose Tracks. But she loved sherbet too, she ate the stuff like it was all there was in this world," I tell her, smiling slightly at the memory.

"She had good taste," Ella comments, taking a bite of her ice cream.

"Yeah. She did. She had good taste in a lot of things," I say softly.

"Obviously not men," Ella teases.

"Oh come on! Are you insinuating that she made a mistake in marrying me?" I ask, faking hurt.

"I'm just saying, you musician types are always touring and stuff. Always surrounded by other women," she points out.

"I guess. But when she was here, and even now, I find it very difficult to look at other women. I... I was completely captivated by her, and she knew that," I tell her.

"Have you ever thought about like, dating?" She asks.

"No. That would be unfair. I'm still in love with her, so dating another women would feel like cheating. And I don't think I could be attracted to anyone else. And I'm focusing on you right now," I say.

"Interesting," is all she says in reply.

I turn the windshield wipers on as it starts raining.

"Ew, I hate rain," Ella says, scrunching her nose in disgust.

"Mm, I enjoy it," I admit.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because me and your mom used to stay in bed and just hang out all day when it rained and I had off. It reminds me of her," I say quietly.