Not From Around Here- A Hunter Hayes fanfic

Chapter 35- Should've Told You Sooner

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Hunter's POV- 5 days later

      The band and I leave to start the second half of the 'We're Not Invisible' tour in two days, and I still haven't told Melody yet. I'm planning on telling her today, even though I probably should've told her when Dan reminded me of the fact that I'd be leaving again for about six months. I guess there's a first time for everything, right?

       Melody and I agreed to just chill at her house today. It's easier than risking being spotted by fans or paparazzi, and I'd much rather break the news of the tour to her in private as oppose to in public. Checking the time on my phone, I see that I don't have to be at her house for another forty five minutes or so, so I take that oppurtunity to tweet some of my fans. Now, I usually don't answer fans on my personal Twitter account; I log into the 'HHRoadGuy' Twitter account and tweet fans from there, posing as 'RoadGuy'. They have no idea it's me!

(A/N- I don't know if Hunter is secretly HHRoadGuy or not in real life, but for this story, he is!)

       After about thirty minutes of answering fans on Twitter, I decide that I should probably get going to Melody's house. I log out of 'RoadGuy's Twitter, and slide my phone into my back pocket. Walking into my bathroom, I quickly comb through my hair one last time and spritz on some colonge, before slipping on my grey Converse and grabbing my car keys as I walk out of my house.

       Climbing into my black Range Rover, I start the short drive to her house, thinking about how I was going to break my news to her in the easiest way possible. After thinking about it for a few minutes, I came to the realization that there was no easy way of telling your girlfriend of about three weeks that you were leaving to go on tour again for six months. It's just not possible.

         Fifteen minutes later, I pull into her driveway and mentally prepare myself for the arguement that would most likely occur once I tell her, and the fact that it was my fault made me want to mentally kick myself. I shouldn't have waited this long to tell her, she's going to be upset and it's going to be all my fault. I walk up to her front door and knock twice, waiting for her to open up.

        "Coming!" I hear her call from inside the house. A few seconds later, she swings the door open and grins at me. "Hey, Hunt," she greets, using the nickname that I'd heard some of my fans call me. She must've jumped on the bandwagon, then. But, it was cute when she said it. She made it fit. I give her a small smile and lean in to quickly peck her cheek as she lets me inside. "Hey, Melody," I reply. She shuts the front door and we walk into her living room. I heard music playing in the background, but I didn't recognize the artist.

       "Mayday Parade," she said, noticing the confused look on my face. "Who?" I ask, cocking my head to the side. She chuckled and turned off the music. "Mayday Parade. They're a band," she explains, plopping herself down onto her couch. She pats the spot next to her, so I sit down next to her. I put my arm around her shoulder, and she leans into my side. I found myself absentmindedly playing with a strand of her long hair, which was curled in loose waves. "Melody, we need to talk," I start, taking my arm off of her shoulder. She turns to face me, sitting with her legs crossed in front of her. "What's up?" she asks curiosly. I take her hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over her knuckles.

       "I should've told you sooner, but I didn't, and it's my fault," I start, trying to find the right words to say. I took in a breath, before continuing. "I uh, the band and I, we have to leave for the second half of the tour, we'll be gone for about five months, " I confess, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. She looked down, and for a second, I thought she was crying, but she wasn't. I felt her grip on my hands loosen, but she still held onto them.  "When?" she asked, her voice quiet.

       "Two days. I'm sorry, Melody, I should've told you sooner," I answer softly. She'd gone silent after I'd said that. A few seconds later, I felt a tear hit my hand, but it wasn't me who was crying. I reached over and brushed her hair out of her face, which was now wet with tears. "Melody," I whisper, pulling her into my lap as I hugged her tight. She clung to me, her arms wrapped securely around my neck. I felt her tears soak through my shirt as she buried her face into my shoulder. She wasn't sobbing, but it was almost as if her tears had no end.

        "I'm so sorry," I whisper, gently rocking her back and forth to calm her down. "Shh, I'm here, I'm here," I cooed, pulling her back to face me. "Hunter," she hiccuped, sniffling. I hated seeing her like this, I hated it so much. The poor girl's already been through enough in her love life, and I'm sure this isn't helping. I mean, we just started dating a few weeks ago, and now I'm leaving again. I can only imagine how she feels.

       She started to calm herself down a bit. "I don't want you to forget about me, Hunter," she said after a moment, her voice hoarse from all the crying she'd done. I shook my head, taking one of her hands in mine, intertwining our fingers. "I'm not going to forget about you, Mel, not in the least," I reassure her. "That's easy for you to say, you have thousands of pretty girls throwing themselves at you wherever you go! You could easily have any of them, and they'd probably be a better girlfriend than me. They wouldn't be all high maintence, they wouldn't have trust issues, and you would have more in common with them. It'd be easier for you to date someone who wasn't like me," she explained, sniffling once more.

        "Don't ever talk like that, Melody," I start, looking her in the eye. "I have girls surrounding me all the time, yes, but you know what? None of them are as beautiful as you. Not a single one. I would much rather have you in all your designer clothing, Country music despising glory than someone who has a ton in common with me. Having so many things in common with someone that you're basically the same person is boring, and you are most definately not boring. I love you, and only you, and I don't want you to ever forget that," I continue, catching a stray tear on her cheek with my thumb.

        "Okay," she limply replied, seeming still unconvinced. I put my arm around her and pull her close, kissing her cheek. "I'm going to miss you so much," she said after a moment. I rubbed her shoulder. "I know, I'm going to miss you too," I answered. She sighed, leaning her head on my chest. "It's almost like as soon as I find something that makes me happy, it's taken away from me," she whispers quietly. "Don't think of it like that, think of it like this- when I get back, we'll both be insanely happy to see each other. It's worth it in the long run, it just sucks right now," I answer, stroking her hair.

         After a few minutes of sitting in silence, I gently pryed her off of me and stood up. "Where are you going?" she asks, looking up at me, her voice quiet. "Nowhere, but can you do me a favor?" I ask, looking down at her. She sighed, standing up. "What?" she asks, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Smile," I answer simply. "Hunter-"

       "No, I don't like seeing you upset. Please smile, for me?" I plead. She just stared at me, and I saw her lip tremble. "Come here," I say, extending my arms to her. She walks into my embrace, and I hug her close. "We'll make it work, I promise," I reassured her. She nodded, her head buried in my chest. After holding her in my arms for a moment, she tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip on her. She pulled her face back just far enough to look up at me. I smirked down at her.

     "You're not going anywhere, princess. Now, where's that million dollar smile?" I ask, before mercilessly tickling her. In her efforts to get away from me, she ended up falling onto the couch. I, being the evil person I am, continued tickling her. The sound of her adorable laughter filled the room. "There it is! There's that smile! I've got you, now!" I teased. She let out some kind of cackle noise, it didn't even sound like a noise she was able to make. I stopped my playful assult and looked at her. "What was that?" I ask jokingly. Catching her breath, she smacked my chest. "Don't make fun of me!" she exclaimed, a few giggles still escaping her mouth. I chuckled. "I'm just messing with you, Mel. Let's just enjoy the next few days we have together and worry about everything else when we have to, yeah?" I ask, interlocking our fingers. She gave me a grin, and kissed my cheek.

"Sounds like a plan,"

***Aw, this was kinda a sad chapter.. sorry about that! But I tried to make it a little happier towards the end, so hopefully it isn't all that bad. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! :)***

xoxo,

-ML312