Imagine -one shots-

The Musician

The first thing you hear when you wake up is the soft humming of his voice in your ears. You groggily open your eyes and feel his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Are you up?” he whispers quietly.

“…Now I am,” you laugh tiredly.

“I didn’t want to wake you, but I have something I want to show you!” he said excitedly.

You sigh burying your head into your pillow, glancing at your clock, you find it’s around two in the morning.

“Pleasseee,” he begs.

You groan, “Fine,” you reply finally, slowly getting out of bed.

He jumps up and comes over to you, picking you up and walking faster out of the room.

He plops you down in the armchair in his mini-studio.

Grabbing an acoustic guitar, he begins strumming.

He presses a button behind him, and a recording he’d made previously mixes with the part he’s playing currently.

He hums along for a moment, and closes his eyes as he plays.

The lyrics he begins to sing make you blush, and you smile widely, unconsciously grinning like an idiot. They describe how you met him, and how he feels about you.

Your tiredness disperses and you listen intently to the music. He reaches behind him and begins to play the keyboard with one hand, while strumming a few of the strings on the guitar with the other, all the while singing in his beautiful deep and slightly raspy voice.

He finishes with a fading of noise and you remain silent. Your eyes shine with tears of happiness, and you rub them away, your face still flushed. He looks at you, waiting for your reaction, you get up and hug him over the guitar instead of speaking right away.

“That was amazing,” you whisper, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

“I was hoping you’d like it,” he says softly, grinning like a little kid in a candy shop.

He reaches a hand up and cups your cheek, “Our song?” he murmurs bending his head so that your foreheads touch.

You smile against his lips as you lean in, “Our song.”