Elvis One Shots/Imagines

As Long as I Have You - Elvis

A/N : Im sure a lot of fans already know this, but Elvis dyed his hair black so during the Army, when he didn't have access, it went back to his natural color of light brown! Request by @1-800-lana and based on the song Satisfied in Hamilton

The Chiefs Ceremony is long, full of dull music and duller company. The hall it was held in was elegant, with subtle portraits of military figures of the past. You let yourself slip into the hallways, knowing you wouldn't immediately be missed. At least not while your father was toting Priscilla around, having her flash her pretty white smile to each officer. You weren't ugly or dumb, but you were unremarkable to your younger sister and everyone knew that. So you walked away.

Your heels clacked along the smooth surface, echoing through the lonely halls. Small tables with vases of flowers were hidden in each corner to add a layer of decor, more portraits of American officers in just slightly uneven rows on the walls. You wandered slowly, taking in everything. The further you got from the hall, the more dust lightly covered the air and made you sniff.

Then you found an open room with a dusty piano sat squarely in the center. It looked completely untouched, in a room as empty as some of those officers brains. You walked towards it, compelled to clean the beautiful instrument from the dirt. You loved music and you loved the piano.

Despite yourself, you sat on the bench, hearing the creak beneath your body. You leaned down and blew a breath over the cover of the keys, before sliding it up to reveal the black and white notes. With a quick glance to the entrance, as though afraid someone might catch you in your vulnerable moment, you tested it. It was slightly out of tune, but you hadn't expected anything different.

You played softly, a song you hadn't heard in ages yet seemed to know all the notes. It was sombre, low and echoing as you let yourself feel to the music. You couldn't name it, it sat on the tip of your tongue like a rich chocolate that couldn't seem to melt. So you threw away that thought and let the song become all that it was. Maybe it was because you'd closed your eyes to listen to the music that you even heard the slight deep 'mm' of approval from the entrance.

Your eyes swung open to see a handsome man in uniform leaning against the wall. He was breathtaking. He was serving in the Army, based on his uniform. His hair was a light brown pulled high on his head in a stylish pompadour. But what caught you most wasn't the hair, the pink lips, or the way his tanned skin seemed to glow under the golden lights. It was his eyes. A crystal sort of blue that drew you in with one glance. They were clear and vibrant and you couldn't tear your gaze from his, no matter how uncomfortable eye contact usually made you. He had a soft smile on his face as he came over to you.

"Hi there, doll," he said in a sultry, Southern American voice. Southern. Of course he was American, he wore an American uniform, but the twang of the South surprised you.

"I'm sorry," you blurred out, because you didn't know what else to say.

He chuckled, "why are you sorry?"

"I don't know."

He offered a hand to you as he got closer to the piano, "my name is Elvis."

"Y/N."

"Pretty name," he said, rolling the sound through his mouth as though it was unique. "You play beautifully. The minor key really adds to the mellowness."

"You play?" You asked in an astonished voice, though he really hadn't said anything musically special. His notice of anything surprised you. Those eyes trapped you.

Elvis nodded. You moved to the far side of the bench, gesturing for him to join. He smiled again and took a seat, dusting his fingers fondly over the keys. "I haven't gotten to play much since I've been deployed."

"How long have you been here?"

"Just over a year," he smiled. "You?"

"Three years. We moved here when I was 15. My father's in the Air Force."

Elvis nodded as he listened, though those penetrating blue eyes stared at the keys. He paused before starting to play with one hand, singing softly along with the music. You realized where you knew the song.

"Are you lonesome tonight?
Do you miss me tonight?"

Your hand met with his as he sang into the empty hall.

"Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a bright summer day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?"

You looked at him with wide eyes, feeling your heart beat violently within your chest as his eyes sweeper over yours. Elvis. Elvis, you thought the name over. It was strange yet it fit him perfectly.

"Y/N!" Your brother's voice caught you off guard and you looked up. "Father wishes to speak to you."

You pushed from the bench, glancing back to Elvis. His crystal eyes sparkled under the golden lights and he gave you a small nod as he murmured, "pleasure to meet you."

You didn't know how to respond without turning beet red, so you rushed after your brother. Your father was being honored and wished to show the entire family, parading the three children off with pride. Though Priscilla sat center stage as his youngest and most beautiful. You didn't even have the heart to care as your eyes kept scanning the crowd for the handsome man.

Your father made you stayed for another two hours, and you hadn't caught sight of Elvis once more. You started to give up on the idea, wondering if he was a perfect man made up in your imagination. Then your heart tightened as you sat your sister across the hall, curling her hair around one finger and blinking up at Elvis. He was leaning against the wall, hands stuffed in his pockets and looking down at her fondly. You wanted to cry, wanted to claim him as yours.

Later that evening, Priscilla came into your room late at night to talk about him. She said she loved him, that she wanted to marry him. You watched your little sister positively abuzz with excitement, cheeks pink as she thought about him. Any anger in your heart dissipated. She was your baby sister and you loved her more than words could describe. She deserved happiness, she deserved the world.

You kissed her cheeks, smiled and encouraged her as she flirted with Elvis in the following weeks. She was absolutely in love, and you knew that he felt the same way. Elvis picked her up one evening to take her to a movie and his striking eyes seemed to widen a little at the sight of you, as though he had placed you in his mind. Priscilla didn't notice the difference, bouncing out the door with him in tow.

You walked to your little piano. Hesitantly you started to play, mumbling the lyrics,

"Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?"

Tears started to drip down your cheeks, silent protests as your voice croaked to the music. But you didn't stop, because you couldn't.

"Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you won't come back to me
Then they can bring the curtain down."

The notes were more passionate now, you let your hands slam down as you shook with the music.

"Is your heart filled with pain
Shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?"

You were sobbing now, and let the cover for the keys fall down. Despite yourself you slumped over on the piano, crying until crying hurt. It ached and ached, ached like a bad sickness, ached like a days old bruise, ached like the knowledge that he'd slipped through your fingers. You sniffed as you looked up, the black of the piano glinting under the moonlight pouring in. A vase of flowers sat on a table opposite the piano, blue and dripping. They reminded you of his eyes.

At least you can keep his eyes in your life.