Secret Love (Hunter Hayes Fanfiction)

Homesick

Welcome, Hayniacs! :D This is the first installment of today's INSANE CHAPTER SPREE! :D Remember the rules on this one? If I can get five of you to watch my cover of "Homesick" posted in the link section right there ---> Then you'll get another chapter at noon my time! (:

The cover is NOT perfect, by any means. I still have a LOT of work that needs to be done on it, but since I had a deadline, I went ahead and posted it. (: I have worked EXTREMELY hard on it though, since I really wanted to make it my own instead of just simply copying Hunter (because dem some big shoes). So, yeah. :3 I'm proud of the way it WILL sound when it's actually completely done. :P 

Thanks in advance for watching and/or commenting!! And also, if you have any comments/inquiries, feel free to tell me. (: 

Now...to the CHAPTER!!! <3

Hunter sat in his studio, staring at the closed door. He'd been back here for half an hour. He'd come to write, but now he couldn't think of anything. 

I miss Beth. If she were here right now, I'd be out there with the guys, having fun like normal. 

He picked up a nearby guitar and struck a chord, then another. He began playing one of his old songs, one he'd only sung before the release of his first official album. He sang along with the guitar, and he was astounded by how much the words related to his current situation.

"I wake up every morning in a house for two, but it's hard to say good morning to an empty room. I talk to your pictures like I'm talking straight to you, and I tell you that I love you and I'll be home soon." 

He had totally chickened out in the hospital room three days ago. She'd been there, she'd been awake, and he'd promised himself that he was going to come clean and tell all. He was going to tell her that he loved her, or at least that he liked her. It had just been too scary to imagine her losing her memory without ever having heard the truth. But he had wimped out. He bit his tongue and didn't say anything. 

Maybe it's for the best, Hunt. She may not have even understood what you meant. Maybe you should just wait and tell her when she's feeling better.

Truth be told, he was terrified to tell her. As he continued singing "Homesick", his heart raced faster and faster, thinking about the very real possibility that any confession of love would be rejected. He wasn't sure if he could handle it. 

"This is what I come home to, day after day: an empty house, a lonely feeling, and a scary place to stay. When I say I'm going home, this can't be it, cause if home is where the heart is, then why am I homesick?" 

In any case, he couldn't wait to see her again. He'd just gotten off the phone with her this morning, and she sounded like she was feeling better, though she still said it was hard to move quickly without getting dizzy and her vision going blurry. He wanted her to recover quickly so they could fly her back out here, so that she could be back within his reach.

"I search for the things that complete my life, but I know my better half is no where in sight. You're just a call away any time I choose, but it still won't put me home to you." Oh, how true those lyrics were. He marveled at how something he wrote so long ago could mean so much to him now, but he felt every word in his chest, and he missed her even more.

"When I go to sleep, I'm right where I belong, because I dream of you and I'm finally home."

He cut off abruptly, setting his guitar down and folding his arms like a disgruntled child. 

Just a few more days, Hunter. She'll be back. Don't worry.

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