Hunter Hayes Imagines

Sequel to 'Dear H,'

(Hunter's POV)
I sit at the desk, writing a note to (y/n). She's in the next room getting ready for the bachelorette party. I wasn't going to go out with the guys much to their protesting. I look down at my note, it was for when she woke up in the morning. I'd pass it off with her best friend when she got here. "Dear, (Y/n). It's been a surreal experience for me to have met you. You completely astound me and captivate me in every single way imaginable. I wish I could tell you what it felt like to lay eyes on you the first time. It was magical. You were, and still are, so beautiful to me. Yet, you keep yourself grounded and I love that about you, no matter how many people tell you how big a celebrity you are, you brush it off like you're still the girl chasing her dream from your small hometown. I love so many things about you so..you'll be getting these through out the day. An ode to our first meeting by paper and pen. I love you, my soon to be bride. Love, H."

(Your pOv)
It's been so long since Hunter and you have passed off letters, sure there are the ones you leave when you're running out the door or that you send when you are on tour but this is different. You read over Hunter's words one more time and smile widely. You pick up the pen and tap it against your lips while you think of the right reply, he needs one... To each and every letter he sends, especially today.

"(Y/n), hurry up!" Your mom calls as she pulls your dress from its hanger.

"Just a second!" 'Dear Hunter, From that first note I could tell you were someone worth knowing, I'm glad you found me worth loving. As we take this trip together, through the good days and bad I want you to always remember that you are my home and I am yours. I want you to know I will always be your rock like you are always mine...'

"(Y/n)!"

You finish quickly and kiss the paper before you fold it and hand it off to your bridesmaid to deliver.

(Hunter's POV)
I smile seeing her bridesmaid, "This is for you." She hands me a note and I smile.

"Wait right here and I'll send you with another."

She nods, "Of course."

I open the letter and take in her words, starting with another letter. "Dear, (Y/n). I'm in love with your little things. The way you're nose twitches when I kiss it, how you cling to me in the middle of your nightmares for safety, when you kiss me goodnight and I soak up being in your love. It's those things I want to have all my life like when you dance around in the kitchen at all hours baking or when you light up when my songs on the radio and you turn it up to sing along as loud as you can. There's a million ways I can say I love you. Love, Hunter." I seal the letter up and give her bridesmaid the letter to deliver.

(Your pOv)
Your mom scolds you as you jump up from your perch in front of the mirror as she does your hair. It isn't your fault, your bridesmaid came in bearing a piece of paper. "(Y/n), sit down! You almost wrecked it!"

"Sorry." Your bridesmaid hands you the note and you sit back down, your mom scolds you but her reflection is happy and she smiles down at your head. You read over the note greedily and it brings tears to your eyes.
"Good thing we haven't gotten to your makeup." Your mom teases.

"Hey!" You giggle, seeing her looking over your shoulder a the paper. So you want to play this game Hayes? You can play along. In a spare few minutes between hair and makeup you hastily write back: 'Dear Hunter, The little things I love about you are too numerous to count and to many to fit in this letter, but here are a few. You know that crooked smile you give me when you're lost in thought? It doesn't annoy me it makes me wonder what you are thinking about, it makes me want to know what is behind that smile. And your hands, so tender and caring. I can feel love in them when you hold onto me or when you use them to do the millions of little things to make me happy. And when you find something funny you don't hesitate to share it, no matter how far away I am you bridge the distance with a phone call and make me laugh and smile until it hurts. You, my love, are a treasure. My treasure. And I can't wait to be yours. Love you lots, (y/n)'