It's the day of the CMA awards and you're currently walking around the Bridgestone Arena with two security guards who are supposed to take you to Hunter's dressing room.
Hunter is nominated for Artist of The Year and you really hope he wins this time. Unfortunately, you won't be able to stick around and see what happens this time because it's also the day of your grandparents anniversary and they're expecting you to come to their anniversary dinner tonight. But you at least wanted to come and let Hunter know that you're proud of him.
When you finally get to the room where Hunter is supposed to be at, one of the security guards knock on the door and a few minutes later, it comes open and you see Hunter standing in the doorway with this huge grin on his face.
"HUNTER!" You yell as you jump into his open arms.
"HALEY!" He says enthusiastically as he wraps his arms around you.
He takes a step back and looks at you, his hands still on your waist. "You look amazing..."
"Thank you Hunter. You look amazing too," you say, looking at his outfit.
He's wearing a white dress shirt and some grey suit pants and black dress shoes. It's kinda basic but he still looks hot.
"I thought you were going to wear a full suit," you say with a laugh.
"I was but I started thinking about my nomination and I got nervous and sweaty so I took my tie and suit jacket off. I'll put them back on before I leave," he says.
"Okay then," you say, laughing and sitting down on one of the chairs in the room.
"I wish you could stay and hang out with me for the CMA awards. I mean you're already dressed up," he says, sitting down next to you.
"I know Hunt but I have to go to my grandparents anniversary dinner tonight. I promised them that I would come," you say. "I know...maybe next time then?" He says. "Definitely next time," you say with a smile.
You and Hunter are only friends, but lately he's been REALLY nice. Well, he's always really nice but you think that he kinda likes you. And to be honest, you're completely okay with that because you like him too. You just haven't said anything yet.
After a few minutes of talking, he looks at his watch and stands up. "Well I better start getting ready..."
He grabs his tie and starts attemping to put it on, but clearly he needs help.
"Hunter Easton Hayes, are you telling me that after 23 years, you still don't know how to put a tie on correctly?" You say, laughing and standing up.
"Why do you think I barely wear ties to award shows?" He replies, laughing.
"Here, let me see," you say.
He hands the tie to you and start to help him put it on correctly.
Even though you're focusing on putting his tie on right, you can still tell that he's staring at you and you look up at him.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" You ask with a smile.
"Because you're absolutely beautiful," he says, smirking.
You can't help but blush. You don't really know what else to say besides "thank you." For a while, you're both silent and you just get back to helping him with his tie.
Then, out of nowhere, he leans forward and presses his soft lips to yours.
You're a little shocked, only because it just happened suddenly, but you kiss him back, still holding onto his tie.
He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close and continues to kiss you.
When both of you hear someone knocking on the door, Hunter pulls away.
"Come in!" He says.
The door opens, and you see Hunter's manager standing in the doorway.
"Sorry to interupt you two, but it's almost time to go Hunter," she says.
"Okay. I'm coming! Just give me a minute," he says.
She nods and closes the door.
You smooth out the wrinkles in Hunter's tie that came from you grabbing it so hard, and pick up his suit jacket, helping him put it on.
"So I guess we'll talk later?" He asks, turning to face you.
You smile and nod, your cheeks slightly turning red.
"Okay," he says, kissing your cheek. "By the way...I need you to do me a favor."
"What is it?" You ask. "Find a nice place that you want me to take you to, and that's where we'll have our first date," he says, smirking.
Oh my god. Okay!" You say, giggling.
He buttons up his suit jacket and then opens the door to the room, winking at you as he leaves out.
