Something Just Like This (Popular!America x Musical!Reader)

1 - My hearts wish

*~(Note: These two songs were stuck in my head and I decided to write a quick story since America came to mind. )~*

College was the same kind of scene almost as high school only with everyone being sorted into categories that suited their tastes profession wise. You were no exception. 

Music was your passion, it was what made you feel waves of emotion as if an ocean was washing through your soul when playing the piano. It practically hurt to be away too long. 

Alone again.

When not in class practicing for the next competition you kept to yourself in the music room with the usual activities. Reading, or playing mostly, and if your were in the brightest moods then perhaps you'd sing a song. 

One more check out in the hall you saw it was empty.

For the hell of it you look out the window to the overview of the football field this place was so proud of. It irritated you that their section on various arts were limited...but as limited as they were the school did them well. 

You were almost guaranteed a shot at becoming a someone in your field.

With no one around you settled the small speaker from your bag out along the piano sitting yourself down in front of it. 

Pressing play to the piano version of the song you match it melody for melody.

Each key was lovingly danced upon as you got more into the song eventually kicking the seat back singing along. A spark of something lit up inside your chest as you run down the keys once more before backing up. 

You sang louder while tossing music notes, and papers in the air twirling as you dance.

And now your song is on repeat.
And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat.
And when you're gone I feel incomplete
So if you want the truth.

I just want to be part of your symphony!

Will you hold me tight and not let go!?

It was hard not to feel the music, you felt silly but who cares no one is here.

(Alfred's POV)

I had finished up practice as usual for the day, the star, the hero that is me was wicked rad! Oddly enough this routine was becoming hard to keep up. There was so much pressure to be the so called star of the team I hardly got any chances to honestly wind down.

"Dude we should totally go to Mickey D's for some burgers, I'm beat." One of my teammates comments on how I can't get fat eating that stuff, to which I just laugh off as usual. 

After cleaning myself up there seemed to be a crappy book missing from my bag. "Damn, hey guys you go on ahead I gotta get my math book." Even though math sucked it's required to keep at least a C in all classes to stay on the team. 

Jogging up to the lockers in the hallway I snag my book only to hear something faint..something sweet. 

There was no one around this time of evening as far as I usually see, well other than the fans.

When following the sound my baby blue eyes widen having cracked the music room door open enough to see a female student. She was singing, dancing, and...and she looked so free. 

Her (H/L) (H/C) hair moves about as she does framing her face  to which I couldn't stop staring at. 

Dude, who is she?

I gotta know her name.

(Your POV)

At the end of the song you were out of breath however couldn't hold back the bubbles of laughter leaving you. It felt great.

The moment however you heard the door squeak open your heart practically stopped as (E/C) hues look up to meet baby blues. 

How much did he see?

"Y-you..what are you doing here?" 

He seemed flustered though managed a response as you fixed the piano chair. "I was walking by and heard singing, and well...I found you." 

A fresh blush found it's way to darken the embarrassment already. 

Quickly picking up your papers and bag you keep your head lowered. "I-I'm sorry for disturbing the peace..excuse me!" In an attempt to brush past him you felt something yank you back. Attention was tossed back up at the other.

"What's your name!?" He shouts practically hurting your ears. 

"Please, I just..well you're amazing dudette! At singing I mean." He corrects.

Dammit, can't he let you go so you can wallow in your embarrassment. You..honestly used to feel something for this football player but this school killed it. He was a rival. A small sigh passes your lips as you press your glasses up. "(Y/N) (L/N)..I'm a music major here."

If possible his smile grew wider as his grip lets you go. "I wonder why I've never heard of you before? I'm--"

You cut him off. "Alfred F. Jones, the quarterback. Everyone knows of the star child. Now if you'll excuse me." 

Once more you try to leave the building only to have the lost puppy trail behind humming off tune to the song you were just singing. 

Honestly you disliked sports people at this college, they weren't the only special ones around here. You'd show them by winning the largest trophy Worlds College could ever hope to shelf. 

As you exit the building to get back to your dorm you turn to him. "I'm going to let you know now that I'm not a fan of yours, quite the opposite. I dislike the sports people especially you."

If possible he looked like a puppy that has just been told they were bad for the first time. "But why? I'm the hero, everyone loves me."

"Because...you aren't anymore special than me or any other person who isn't majoring in sports. You're just a regular person." If you must be honest that's what you thought. "Why do you deserve to be noticed?" 

It irks you. What little efforts you do seem meaningless compared to him and the sad thing is that it's not his fault. You know it, he works probably just as hard to be the star..it's this school. 

"Just...please leave me be, Alfred."

You were tired, and needed to rest. 

"See you later." With that you close the female dorm room on him.

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It's been almost two weeks and he hasn't left you alone yet. 

Why? What have you done to deserve such torment?

It's like he specifically goes looking for you why? You're a nobody. Well..kinda, but still you prefer to stay in the music room alone and read. 

All his classes seemed to let out in time for him to meet up with you, and walk you to the next place. It's rather odd.

It was starting to hurt when you began to find it to become a normal part of your routine to the point that when he didn't show up to follow you to the music room, you felt disappointed.

"Get it together, (Y/N)! Don't be fooled!" You were a strong girl.

As you approach the piano a strap on your bag snaps startling you as it slips falling onto the floor. Books of old and new slip out, the usual ones of men with power who capture the heart of that one special someone.

You wanted something like that.

Again you find yourself alone in the music room with your fingertips dancing along the keys. It was the one moment you could loose yourself in something that was dear to you.

Only today it was bittersweet.

Deep down you wished he was here with you.