Not From Around Here- A Hunter Hayes fanfic

Chapter 33- Someone To Sing About

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Melody's POV

        Hearing Hunter repeat those words back to me made me mentally squeal with joy. He loves me. He loves me back, and that's the best thing that's happened to me in the past few weeks. When he kissed me, I wasn't as hesitant as I thought I would be. His kiss was soft, slow, and gentle, and I liked that. It was nothing like kissing Ethan, where as his kisses were needy and heated. I always hated that about him, when he kissed me, it was usually never sweet and slow, it was like he was trying to eat my face. Hunter's lips were soft and warm, and they tasted like peppermint and a hint of coffee that'd probably been from when he most likely made a cup this morning. Kissing him felt right.

      He intertwined our fingers, his fingertips rough and calloused from years of playing guitar. "You have no idea how happy I am right now," I tell him, gazing up into his blue eyes. He chuckled, swinging our hands back and forth. "I think I've got a pretty good idea," he answered with a smile. He lead me over to a couch in the room, and we sat down next to each other. "So, are we going to tell your fans about us or not?" I ask after a moment, remembering that I was now dating a celebrity. I have no idea how his fans would react, especially if some of them still recognized me as the girl who stormed out of that meet and greet a few months ago. "I personally think we should wait, see how things work between us. Plus I don't know if you want a bunch of fifteen year old girls blowing up your Twitter notifications all the time," he added with a laugh. I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's wait. Take it slow for now, yeah?" I ask, looking at him. "Sounds like a plan," he answered, putting his arm around my shoulder.

        After a few minutes of just enjoying each other's company, he spoke up. "Wait, so are you okay with getting kisses and stuff? Because I don't want to like..rush you or anything," he says, sounding frantic. I chuckle, patting his knee. "It's okay to kiss me, just don't go eating my face," I answer, raising my eyebrows. He gave me that famous smirk, his blue eyes filled with mischief. "I can't promise that," he answered, before carefully pulling me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my shoulders before peppering quick, playful kisses all over my face. I laughed and tried to push him away, but failed.

       "Hunter, quit it!" I exclaim, giggling as he nuzzled his face into my neck. His hair tickled. "Alright," he jokingly pouted, before placing a kiss on my forehead. I crawled out of his lap and plopped down next to him, where I'd originally been sitting, and snuggled up to him. "Hunter?" I ask after a moment. "Yes?" he questioned. "You're a good pillow," I admitted, resting my head on his chest, my arm lazily draped across his torso. I felt his chest vibrate with laughter as he put his arm around me. "I do try," he answered.

       We remained like that for a while, just cuddling and enjoying being with each other. "Hey, Melody?" he asked after a few minutes. "What?" I retured, sitting up. "I've never heard you sing," he says, looking at me with curiousity. "I'm not singing for you. I'm a horrible singer," I tell him quickly, shaking my head. He stood up, pulling me up with him. "Aw, not even a little something? I'm sure you're not that bad," he continues, giving me a pleading look. "Nope. I'm awful, trust me," I protest.

         "If you won't sing for me today, will you consider doing it another time?" he asked. I jokingly rolled my eyes. "I suppose I could think about it, but I'm telling you, you don't want to hear me," I repeat. He chuckles, shaking his head. "You're stubborn," he declares. "You're just now figuring that out?" I joke. He eyed me with a devilish grin. "I suggest you run," he said, taking a few steps towards me. "What?" I ask, confused. "You heard me," he retored.

Oh.

Hunter's getting sassy.

I've rubbed off on him. That's something I would say.

         I did as he said and took off, careful to not run into any of the instruments in the room. After a few seconds, I heard his footsteps get louder, signaling he was closer. "You can't catch me!" I exclaim, running out of the music room and out into the hallway. Only then did I realize that I don't know my way around his house. This could end bad for me.

Do I turn right or left? Do I go straight? I only have a second to decide.

       I decide to turn left, which leads me into what I'm assuming is his living room. "I wouldn't be so sure!" I heard him call. Quickly looking around, I spotted a door to hide behind. He'll never find me here, if I'm quiet enough. I hurriedly ran over to the door and hid behind it, careful to be as silent as possible. Moments later, I heard his footsteps enter the room. "Melody?" he called, sounding out of breath from running. I froze. I was able to watch him from the tiny crack between the door and the wall, and I hoped he wouldn't notice me. After a minute or two, the door swung open.

     "Boo!" he exclaimed, making me jump. "How'd you find me?" I ask, coming out of my hiding spot. He chuckled. "Well I do live here, and I saw you hide there in the first place. I just acted like I didn't to trick you," he admitted, a sheepish grin on his face. "You're mean," I joke, smacking his arm. He leaned down and placed a quick kiss on my lips. "You love me," he retorted, smirking. I sighed, defeated. "I guess I do," I answered, smiling.

       "Come here," he said, extending his arms out to me. I walked into his embrace, hugging him. "I like your hugs," I admit, as he wrapped his arms around me. He laughed, before squeezing me a bit tighter. "Well you can have one whenever you want," he answered, pulling away after a moment. "Are you scared?" he asks after a moment, completely letting me go. I give him a confused look. "Scared of what?" I ask.

        "Being with me, in a relationship, I mean," he explains, his tone now serious. I sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I mean, it's definately new and different to me, but I trust you, so, no, not really," I tell him. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay. I just don't want you to get scared and run off, is all," he admitted. "Unless you do something stupid, I'm not going anywhere," I reassure him. "Good," he answered with a smile.

        "Can you play 'Wanted' for me?" I ask after a few minutes. "What?" he returned, confused. "On your piano. Can you play it for me?" I repeat, tugging at his hand, walking towards his music room. "Of course," he agreed happily, practically dragging me into the music room. He sat down on the piano bench, and I sat down next to him. I watched with wonder as his fingers effortlessly danced across the piano keys. Hearing him sing this to me in person, looking straight into my eyes the whole time, is so much better than hearing it on the radio.

       When he finished, I smiled, leaning my head on his shoulder. "You know," he started, locking our fingers together in the space between us on the bench. "I'd written this about someone else, but I wrote this song about a year ago. You give the song a new meaning, and I thank you for that. At concerts, lately, I'd find myself just singing through the song without really having someone to sing about. You're that someone now, and I"m glad it's you," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper. I looked up at him, smiling.

       "So am I,"

***So, this was mainly a filler chapter, but it was cute, right? I hope so. I hope you guys liked this chapter! :)***

xoxo,

-ML312