Hunter Hayes Imagines

CMT Time

Tonight was the CMT Awards and you had been nominated for a few awards over your latest number one song, "I'll die trying." It was about your relationship with Hunter and it had ended quite badly. You didn't want it to end and it was a stupid reason why you broke up. Tonight was also going to be the first time you would see him since the break up. You had sent him a demo of the song but according to Dann, he hadn't listened to it. It was about how you'd die trying to get him back, die trying to fix the mess you'd made. You got into the car, wearing the "perfect" dress or so what the stylist said, and onto the red carpet.

As the car pulls up your anxiety levels rise and you bite the inside of your cheek. You step out of the car and immediately people start screaming your name. You smile and walk over to the nearest fan, your dress severely constricting your breathing. You put on a bright smile and oblige the person holding their phone out to you with a picture then you move farther down the line.

"(Y/n), can we have a minute of your time?"

You walk over to the reporter and give her an award winning smile as she asks about the competition for the nomination. You are completely in the zone until... Oh no, he's here. You thought you could get inside before he arrived. You bite your cheek again, man he looks good!

You smile at Katie Cook and answer a few more questions before walking down the carpet, you pose for pictures and smile at the fans, indulging in more photos and signing some more photos. You get to the end of the line when everyone cheers. You look up and see Hunter at the start of the line and you connect eyes for a split second and then you turn away, not wanting to see him. Every time you hear his name or see him, it just makes you feel more guilty. You had spent a week writing after the break up, writing countless sad songs and heartbreak love tunes. You didn't think Hunter cared anymore at this point...which made your heart break further.

Walking inside you make your way to your seat, bumping into Luke Bryan on the way, literally, he runs right into you.

"I'm so sorry!" You look up into his eyes and he grins at you.

"Quite alright, it's always a pleasure bumping into you." His arm is around Caroline's shoulders and she looks fantastic, definitely not like she has had a kid within the last year.

In the middle of your conversation you feel a hand on your shoulder, turning you see Charles bright and beaming face. "Looks like we get to sit together again." He grins and something clicks in your mind. How could you have forgotten? You are sitting by Lady A... And Hunter. "I look forward to you and Hillary doing commentary on the outfits tonight." He chuckles a little before moving on. You feel so close to tears right now you feel like you're going to burst. There's just no getting over him... Or away from him.

You swallow trying to keep your emotions in check. You had no doubt in your mind that Hunter wouldn't talk to you so you didn't feel that bad..okay, you felt horrible. You didn't know if you could look at him without bursting into tears. You took a deep breath and walked to your seat and saw Hillary already in her seat with Dave. You grinned, maybe they could keep your mind off it for a while at least, "Hey!"

They looked up and Hillary stood, "(Y/n)! Hey! You look gorgeous.." You giggled and gave a little twirl before hugging her. You looked past Dave and saw Hunter, there was going to be a huge lump in your throat for the rest of the night, that was for sure.

He seemed to sigh to himself and take his seat.

"(Y/n), what do you think of his outfit?" Hillary points discretely to a guy who passes, you don't recognize him and you scrutinize his brown, lumpy suit. "Sack of potatoes."

"Great now I want fries." Dave throws up his hands and you laugh.

You hear a strangled "HA!" Next to you and you chance a peek at Hunter. He has his hand over his mouth and he appears to pretend to clear his throat. You take in his outfit and can't help the words that pop out of your mouth. "Brown shoes with a gray suit. A bold move Hayes."