For The Love Of Music (A Hunter Hayes Fanfic)

I Want Crazy

Hunters POV

A couple days later and we were inseparable. I felt like months have gone by, when barely a week has. Then reality came rushing back. Sam called.

"Hello?" I cringed. I had left in the middle of making and album for days, with no explanation. Sans gonna hate me for this. And Dann. And the whole band. Crap.

"Hunter!? What the hell dude?" His worried voice practically piercing my eardrums.

"Woah there, calm down, I'm safe. I just- needed to away for a while." My voice cracked.

"I called Haley and she said you guys were fine and you should be there." I could here him sigh.

"What?! That lying little-"

"Hunter? What's gotten into you? You never talk to a woman like that! Especially Haley." He scolded, surprised.

"Oh yeah... We broke up. She was cheating on me." I said bitterly, through clenched teeth.

"What?!"

"Yeah. But I came to a small town to get away... And I went into this little music shop... And I kinda met someone, and now I forgot I had a life." I explained simply, hoping he'd understand.

"Oh Hun'er, I'm sorry. Just come back, please? Or do you need to take-"

"I'll call you back. Promise." And with that I ended the conversation with Sam.

My mind wandered off to the beautiful girly that I met in the music shop, that I can now call my girlfriend. She was currently working, so why not go surprise her? I jumped in my car, heading only a little under the speed limit, just wanting to see my girl. My girl. That's weird to say in all honesty. But I think I was falling in love. Maybe. I had just broken up with Haley, so how can I truly tell?

Scarlett's POV

I hummed along to the melody bridge of I Want Crazy as the door bell dinged. "Hello! Welcome! Is there anything I can do for you?" Ugh normal routine, a little to happy go lucky for me, but that's what they told me to do. "Yeah, you." The stranger smirked. He was a taller scruffy man, a disgusting scent wafting off of him. "Excuse me?" I asked. Surely I had heard him wrong. "And those guitar stings." He pointed to a packet of soft steel and cotton strings. I stood on my tippy toes, trying to reach it. It wasn't high enough I need a stool. I could reach it. Right?

Hunters POV

As I hopped out of my black Range Rover, I can see her blonde hair as she struggled to reach a packet of guitar strings. As I was about to open the door, I noticed a guy in there. It normally wouldn't bother me, but he was just watching her struggle, enjoying the view with a smirk plastered across his face. I quietly slipped in, let's just see if Scarlett's another Haley. I watched behind the wall of Martins, Gibsons, and Taylors, but a certain Alvarez caught my eye. I examined it, freezing as I heard him hitting on Scar.

"So baby, wanna come back to my place?" He asked suggestively.

I could tell she felt uncomfortable, "No thank you."

His face fell, but it picked up as quick as it fell. "Cmon, and I don't need to pick up guitar strings, I came to pick up you." He winked, placing a hand in her hip.

That was it. I angrily speed walked towards him. "Get your hands off her." I stepped in between them.

"Hunter!" She let out a relived breath, clearly glad that I had stepped in.

The guy muttered a few profanities and left, knocking over a traveling Martin. Scarlett just stood there, as I jogged to pick up the tiny guitar, setting it correctly on its stand before wrapping my arms around her in a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry. I'll never let that jerk come near you." She held me tighter. "Thank you."

After that we hung around her shop.

"Can I?" I gestures towards a random Martin. She nodded, chuckling.

I began to play I Want Crazy, I broke into the chorus, Scarlett softly sang the melody, all of Danielle Bradbery's part when we went on the voice. Her voice was like silk, incredible. We sang more, even danced around the cramped area. Her laugh entranced me, she's perfect. I think I really am in love.

Scarlett's POV

I think I really am in love with him.