Eddie Van Halen imagines

Hand holding

Warnings: none
Word count: 1085

It was late afternoon and I hear someone enter my house. I ignore it, assuming I was just hearing things but I was of course wrong. Soon enough, my close friend Eddie walked in.

"Ed?"

"Wanna come on tour with the band and I?" He casually asks

"I- yes I'd love to!" I say, almost jumping at the idea of traveling

"Really? That easily?" He laughs

"Of course! Where are you all going? I'd love to stop in Liverpool , my hometown in England." I smile

"I know we're going to London, maybe we can get an extra day and go to your hometown." He says

"That's great! I'm so excited." I giggle

Days pass and I pack for the tour. I bring jeans and t shirts and skirts and even a dress. I was beyond excited to be seeing my hometown again.

I hear a knock on my door, rushing to get it.

"Y/n! Ready for tour?" He asks

"Of course." I say

He carries my suitcase out to the car and we drive to the airport.

"So what made you think of inviting me instead of your girlfriend?" I ask

"Oh her? She broke it off." He says, calmly

"Wait really? When?"

"Maybe like a week ago." He shrugs

"Oh."

We make it to the airport and check our bags and make it to security. We then walk to the terminal. I notice Eddie take my hand casually in his, which was strange because he'd never done that before. I look up at him only to see him focused on getting to the plane. I shrug it off, it was probably nothing.

An hour later, we board the plane, I sit in between Eddie and Alex.

"Hey y/n." Alex whispers

"What?"

"Wanna play cards? Poker or something?"

"Yea sure." I nod

He deals out the cards and we start to play. I like to think I've got a good poker face but honestly I've got no idea. The game goes on, Alex winning.

"God dammit!" I say, a little loud

Alex laughs at my anger.

The plane ride is soon over and we land in New Hampshire. We were said to be there for a day or two before heading to Europe. We all exit the plane, I notice Eddie take my hand in his again. We find ourselves outside of the airport, waiting for a taxi.

"Alex I'm convinced you cheated in poker, there's no way you can win twelve times in a row." I say

"I guess I'm just good at poker." He shrugs

"Ok but still! Twelve in a row seems unlikely."

I try to cross my arms but notice that Eddie was still holding onto my hand. Weird. I don't think much of it and we all enter the taxi.

"You know it's great that you're joining us y/n, I have a perfect outfit that you could wear at our gig tomorrow." David says

"Oh really? What do I need such a perfect outfit for?" I ask

"To impress the guys you meet duh." He says

I roll my eyes. The taxi drops us at the hotel and we all go to our separate rooms. Mine was right next to Eddie's with a door separating our rooms.

The day went on and I noticed as Eddie continued to casually take my hand in his, without a word and without reason. Even during dinner, he took my hand in his underneath the table.

The next day we were to fly to the United Kingdom , landing in England. We all drove to the airport and went through security once again.

"Hey y/n take my hand." I hear Eddie say

"Why?" I ask

"Well you're really short, I don't wanna lose you in the airport." He says

"I can just follow you."

"What if I walk too fast?"

"Alright." I say, placing my hand in his.

The plane ride was about seven hours and we finally land in London. Eddie does the same thing where he took my hand in his while walking through the airport.

I noticed throughout the trip when he would randomly take my hand at any given time. Whether we were alone or in public, he would still hold my hand.

I sit on my bed in my hotel room, flipping through a magazine.

"Y/n?" Eddie bursts in

"Yes?"

"We have time to go to Liverpool today!" He says

"Really?" I ask in excitement

"Yea! Just the two of us." He chuckles

"Oh yay! Ok meet me in the hotel lobby in twenty minutes." I say

He nods, walking out of my room. I wear black baggy jeans and a baggy Led Zeppelin shirt with my high top converse. I exit my room and head for the lobby.

"Ready?" Ed asks as I walk up to him

I nod.

"So what's Liverpool like?" He asks

"You'll see." I giggle

"Wow you're excited." He laughs

"I haven't been here since I was young! I'm almost starting to sound American." I say

"No way! You definitely don't sound American." We both laugh

We make it to Liverpool and I start to show him around. We see things like strawberry fields, the cavern, the bookshop and my favourite tea shop. I noticed how he would take my hand in his whenever we'd cross the street.

We make it to my favourite tea shop, stopping for a drink and then sitting near the ocean.

"Wow so this is your hometown?" He says

"Yup."

"It's nice." He says

"Hey Ed, why do you keep holding my hand?" I ask

"I- what?" He says

"You keep holding my hand." I say

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yes you do! I'm not mad, I just wanna know." I say

"Well the thing is." He took a deep breath and quickly spilt our everything in one big blurred sentence. "Well I like you a lot and your super pretty and stunning and since I like you so much I don't want the others to take you because I like you so much and did I mention that your gorgeous and amazing and beautiful and funny and you make me so happy and I wan you to be my girlfriend."

"Of course Eddie!" I smile

"What?"

"Of course I'll be your girlfriend." I smile

"Really?" He asks

I nod, kissing his cheek. He puts and arm around me, pulling me close to him. Love at last.