Hunter Hayes Imagines

TV Special

You're apart of a multiple artist showcase for PBS. A writers round kind of thing, that you're incredibly nervous for. You've written with all the artists included, especially Hunter. He's one of the people you can count on most and you have a great friendship, though you can't help but want more than just being a friend. You're standing by the stage with your guitar when Hunter walks up to you and gives you a hug, "Hey, (Y/n)! It's going to be an awesome show, huh?"

You nod, "Yeah, it's going to be amazing."

"So, you ready?" You ask him, trying to keep him around without seeming too obvious.

"Yeah, I'm so stoked!" He grins at you and you try to return his enthusiasm with a smile. "How about you?"

You hesitate slightly, "honestly I'm a little nervous." You chuckle at yourself and hope he can't see the full extent of your worry.

"You'll do fine. Don't worry." He smiles wider and you nod.

"Thanks Hunter."

You're next to last to go onstage and you look at Hunter. He's talking with his band with no nerves at all. You sigh and take a deep breath then the first act heads onto the stage. You try to shake your nerves and then you feel a hand on your back. You look up at him, "You'll be fine. Just like you always are."

You lean into his touch and sigh, "I've never been on tv though, what if I mess up?"

He chuckles, "Try to save yourself or tell you what, I'll help you out. No being nervous, it's going to be amazing because you are." He walks back to the band. Hunter thinks you're amazing?

At least there will be less people here to see you. As the acts count down they take their leave and head over to the small after party that was put together as a thank you for all those participating. Soon it's Hunter's turn and you marvel at how easy and relaxed he looks, his hand too. You wish yours came tonight to back you up but you are doing a solo piece with just the guitar. When Hunter finishes he walks back and flashes you a smile.

"You make it look so easy." You call to him and he smiles. Then he's gone. After 15 minutes you still don't see him and you realize must have taken off. Too bad, you were kind of hoping he might stick around. You hope he's still at the party when you finish.

You play to the crowd and the nerves slowly go away as the crowd gets louder and cheers for you. When you're done they all give you a standing ovation like the others before you. You grin and head off the stage, getting ready for the after party. When you come out of your dressing area, Hunter's standing outside the door. "H-hey Hunter. What's up?"

He looks nervous and then straightens his leather jacket, "I was wondering if you'd like me to escort you to the party. It's okay if you don't. The band wanted me to finally ask you out."

Wait, what?

You stare at Hunter for a few seconds, confusion must show on your face. Hunter waits then blushes when you don't respond, "sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that."

"I would love to." You smile at him and he brightens.

"Great... Uh..."

Suddenly you feel like maybe since it wasn't Hunter's idea you shouldn't have said yes. "Is this for some type of dare?" You ask, finding Hunter's eyes with your own. Maybe they were doing this just for laughs.

"No, no. Not a dare... The band noticed I kind of... Like you."

You hide a smile, he did not just say that. There's no way... "Thanks Hunter. I like you too." There, you said it.
Hunter gives you a sharp look and you try not to look away.