Imagines : ADAM

Imagine asking Adam to play for you

Imagine asking Adam to play for you

Every day you would take the same route home, and there would always be the sound of music playing down the street. You would sit there in the bench below the open window for hours, just listening to the music. One day, you sat there, waiting for the music to play, but nothing came. "What are you waiting for?", a man asked, startling you as he approached from out of the shadows, staying in the half light. "Oh, for the music to play from the apartment up above here. They play such wonderful music", you say smiling at this stranger. "You like music?", he asked, coming a bit more into the light so you could see him clearer. He was tall, skinny, dressed in black, and wearing dark sunglasses, even though it was nearly dark. "I'm Adam, by the way", he said, leaning against the wall looking down at you. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you Adam, you're quite funny", you chuckle. "Why?", he asked a little confused looking at you. "Well, it's nearly night and you're wearing sunglasses? That's just strange", you giggle. He smiles at you, and takes off his shades so he can look at you. "Well you are strange too, sitting below my flat every night listening to my music", he says pointing up to the window. "You're the musician?", you say a little shocked. He nods, before turning to go. "Wait, Adam. Can I come with you?", you ask getting up to follow him. "Why?", he asks surprised. "Well I like your music and I'd like to listen to you play, please. It would mean a lot". He thinks for a minute, before then shrugging, smiling at you. "Sure. Follow me y

". He lead you up to his flat, which was small. It had music instruments and sheet music everywhere in the flat, and you sat yourself down on the sofa whilst Adam sat down in the chair opposite you and picked up his guitar and played. You smiled and felt yourself drifting off into a wonderful daydream, like you always did when you heard his music, into a peaceful bliss. You felt something slipping on your leg and opened your eyes, just in time to see the sheet music you'd been looking at falling off. You quickly reach out to grab it but it cuts you. "Ouch!", you yelp, immediately sucking your finger with the paper cut. "Are you alright y/n? Here, let me", Adam said, putting down his guitar and coming to sit next to you. His cold hands felt strange touching yours but you didn't say anything as he took your finger and kissed it, causing you to let out a little giggle. You blush with embarrassment but Adam just smiles at you as he kisses it again. Then he starts to kiss your hand, slowly making his way up your arm. Again you continue to blush and giggle until he reaches your shoulder, and stops, looking into your eyes. "May I?", he asks, and you nod. He gently leans forward, and gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek. Again you feel yourself glowing crimson, but his cold kiss comforted you. "Now, may I?", you ask him smiling, initially gesturing to his guitar. He nods, and you make it look like your going to get up, but you quickly turn and kiss him on the cheek, taking him by surprise. He looks at you a little shocked, but then he smiled. "I like you Y/N, I think you might be my favourite fan", he chuckled as he took your hand and kissed it, his lips lingering over your papercut. He kisses your small cut, the blood slightly lingering on his lips, before he licked it away. "I think you should put your lips somewhere else", you say, smiling at him. He smirks, then gently kisses your lips, sending your blush into the deepest blood red that matched the colour of the sofa where you now both cuddled.