Coffee & Country (Hunter Hayes Fanfic)

20- Gearing Up

*Ally's POV*

The early morning birds were the most peaceful alarm clock I've had in years. Their chirping was enough to rouse me awake and I woke up to see the most precious face in the world. His facial features were softened, not worked up with stress, and he appeared younger than he was. The abnormally long blonde locks on his head were sticking out all over the place and a small smirk was plastered on his face.

I sat up carefully, the blanket falling off of me as I tried to not wake him up. I looked at my surroundings, the cool morning feeling amazing. Everything was covered in a layer of dew, from the grass to our guitars to the warm blankets covering our bodies.

Off in the way distance, the sound of a police car came from the far away concrete jungle of Nashville. I let out a sigh, laying back down against his warm body here in this peaceful field, knowing I could just lay here all day with him and not have to worry about reality for one day. For once, we could truly be ourselves and not have to worry about what society has planned for us.

I suddenly remembered the harsh reality.

I had a shop to open at 7 am and Hunter was supposed to be at the studio at 7:30. Judging by the light of the morning, it was much later than that. I shot up out the comfortable makeshift bed and grabbed Hunter by the shoulder, shaking him roughly to wake him up.

When his eyes fluttered open, he looked at me like I was crazy. He sat up quickly. "What? What's wrong?" He looked alarmed as he looked around us.

"We're late. We're very late."

Hunters eyes bulged wide as he realized where he was. "Oh my god, I'm so dead."

Him and I shot up off the tailgate to the grass and picked up whatever items we had brought along. I velcroed the truck bed cover onto the back to protect our mass of blankets and pillows while Hunter put the guitars, empty thermoses, and the dead iPod dock into the backseat of the truck. I jumped into the drivers seat with him in the passenger and took off towards where I assumed the road was.

After ten minutes of driving on increasingly unfamiliar roads, I pulled the truck off and stopped. "We're so lost. I really don't know where we are." I looked over at Hunter who shrugged with a bit of fear in his eyes. "Phone, I need a phone."

We both dug around the cab and found both phones. While mine failed to turn on because of no juice left inside, Hunters phone had 18% and about 40 texts or calls from mostly the band displayed on the screen. "I'm screwed." He mumbled, searching our location on Google Maps.

When he showed me the map, I threw the truck in reverse and turned around then sped back the way we came. We finally found a road that I recognized and from there it was a direct drive to Nashville. Hunter directed me through the streets to the studio building.

He took a deep breath, grabbing the handle of the door. "Wow, that's one way to start your day." He laughed.

"You're telling me." I pulled him over and kissed him quickly. "Now, go play music. I'll text you when my phone comes back from the dead."

He nodded and ran into the building. I drove for a little longer before I pulled into my driveway and ran inside the building. I didn't have time to change so I threw on a jacket with the shop logo engraved on the breast and in moments, the shop was open for business.

*Hunter's POV*

I slammed the truck door and literally booked it into the studio. After saying quick greetings to some people in the lobby, I found the designated recording booth for me. Despite my hopes that not many people would be there, I knew there was no use, since when I barged into the room, there was an entire ensemble there.