Puzzle Pieces (A Hunter Hayes Fanfiction)

We Can Do This

**Hunter's POV**
I leave for tour in two weeks exactly.
Meaning, only two more weeks left with Ella.
I can tell she's upset.
She's not herself.
Her laugh isn't the same, her smile is fake, and her kisses have no meaning to them.
I miss my Ella.
I don't want to believe that we're fading away, cause we're not.
I just know that right now she's upset and I need to be here for her while I can.
I'm at the studio right now and I'm going home early to surprise her with ice cream, her favorite thing.
I got in my car and drove to her favorite ice cream place and then headed home.
When I got home I ran to the front door and got my key out.
"Elllllaaa," I sang as I shut the door behind me.
"I'm upstairs," she said weakly.
Sensing something was wrong, I ran upstairs and went to our bedroom.
When she wasn't there I went to the second place she would be, my music room.
I opened the door to my music room and she was sitting there holding one of my guitars, crying.
"Ell, baby, what's wrong?" I asked her as I walked to where she was sitting on the floor.
I sat down next to her and pulled her into my lap.
She put her head in my chest and just sobbed.
I felt terrible because I knew that this was my fault.
I'm the one who was leaving her behind.
I'm the one who is choosing my career over her.
And I'm the one who she needs.
But I can't be there to hold her every night and make her smile for three months, and that breaks my heart.
"Hunter, I'm gonna miss you so much," she sobbed.
"I know. I'm gonna miss you too, Ell. But look, I'm gonna call you every night, and in three months, I'll be home. Okay? We can do this okay?" I told her as I played with her hair.
"We can do this," she whispered, more to herself than me.
"Hunter can you play me something? On this guitar? It's my favorite," she looked up at me with glossy eyes.
"Of course," I smiled and picked up my acoustic that was laying next to her legs.
"What do you want me to sing?" I asked her, knowing what her answer would be.
"Anything. As long as it's your voice," she smiled weakly.

I go on and on talkin bout you baby
All day long, your name it just rolls so easy off my tongue
That I can't help but go on and on and on and on and on

Those baby blues and the way you move have got me losin my mind
Just can't help myself don't wanna talk about nothin else
The only conversation we're conversating about
When once you get me going there ain't no slowin me down

"Your voice is my favorite," she smiled at me when I stopped singing.
"Your smile is my favorite," I told her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and put her head in my shoulder.
"I love you, Ella," I whispered.
"I love you, too, Hunt," she whispered back.
"Uhm I brought you ice cream but it's probably melted now," I chuckled.
She pulled back and smiled at me.
"Can we go get food?" She laughed.
"Yeah," I smiled at her.
I stood up and held her hand in mine.

I didn't wanna leave her.
I didn't wanna leave her at all.
I didn't care how long it was, I never wanted to leave her.
I wish I could just stay with her and be with her all the time.
To hold her.
To kiss her.
To hug her.
To be there for her.
I knew I was the one she needed the most.
I wasn't being selfish and cocky about it, because it was the truth.
I knew that she needed me.
But right now we both have to face the fact that we can't be together every second of the day.
And we both know that we can do this.
I wanted this tour to go by quick.
Or at least the first month.
I can't wait for my plan.
I hope it goes perfectly.
I'm so nervous but so excited.