Secret Love (Hunter Hayes Fanfiction)

What You Don't Know (Preview of the Sequel)

The sequel is not a normal sequel. Take from that what you will. That being said, here is your complimentary SNEAK PEEK! :D 

***The sequel has been posted.

Also, in the next chapter, I give you a complimentary look into my other HH fanfiction, "Do Me A Favor." That story is vastly different from most of the fanfictions I've read about him (on purpose), and I would be much obliged to hear what you have to say about it! :D Thank you all so much again! 

God Bless and Happy Reading!

"Bethany?" Hunter rubbed his eyes, throwing his keys into the bowl on the stand by their apartment door. It had been a long day. He and his band had gone into the studio to lay down some tracks at five. It was now nine, and he had eaten nothing but a bowl of fruit since breakfast. He wandered into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and dragging out a carton of milk. His voice was tired from singing all day, and his fingers were aching from pressing the strings of his guitar for hours.

He pulled a bowl from the cupboard and poured some cereal and milk into it, grabbed a spoon from the silverware drawer and bumped it closed with his hip. He shoveled the crunchy kernels into his mouth, finishing the bowl with record speed and placing the utensils in the dishwasher. When he had finished, he maneuvered down the narrow hall to the bedroom he shared with his girlfriend, Bethany.

She was sitting on their bed, her back resting against the backboard and her bare legs curled under her chin. One arm was wrapped around her calves, and the other held a book out in front of her face. Despite his exhaustion, a small smile touched Hunter's face. No doubt she had been curled up like that for hours, devouring page after page of the novel he had bought her last week when she had dragged him into a book shop. He had rolled his eyes at the time; he had never read an entire book cover to cover in his life. It seemed to make her happy, though, so he was more than willing to stand there and recite corny pick-up lines as she gazed in wonder at the bookshelves.

She had not yet pried her eyes away from the pages, and Hunter could see the golden flecks in her brown irises flicking from one word to the next with a strange kind of hunger. He decided to leave her be for the moment, heading into the bathroom to wash his hands and quickly deciding on a shower instead. He ran the hot water, peeling out of his clothes and stepping under the spray.

The song they had been recording in the studio today was still stuck in his head, so he hummed it, momentarily distracted from his exhaustion by the wonderful feeling of the hot water. The song reminded him of the time when it was written: during the four months in which Bethany had not been with him. He did not allow himself to remember that time very often, so it had been very emotional to have to put all of that back into his head to sing the song today.

It was not like things had not had a happy ending. His previous girlfriend, Amanda Felton, was now nothing but sweet and kind; Bethany had cultivated a friendship with her since her conniving, abusive ex-boyfriend, Matt Rutland, had forced her to play a massive role in a plot to strip Hunter of his modest fortune. Matt had involved Amanda in the plan, coercing her to sleep with Hunter, convince him that the child she was carrying was his, and sue him for six million dollars in child support. Hunter would never forget the events of the resulting court case.

He could not be angry with Amanda anymore. The poor girl had only been doing what she had been told, and if she had not, she would have been even more harshly punished. Matt had even pulled a gun and shot her straight in the stomach when the truth of the situation came out, causing her to lose their baby. Hunter could not even be angry with her for spiking his drink the night he had supposedly slept with her, since his intoxication had been the reason he had not actually done so. He was actually grateful to her, in a way, for telling Bethany that he had never really been a candidate for her child's father. If Bethany had continued to believe that he had slept with Amanda, he was not sure they would have ever gotten back together.