A/N:
Hey, hey, hey! Ok so first, I'd like to remind you all that TAYLOR SWIFTS BIRTHDAY IS THE THIRTEENTH WHICH IS SATURDAY MY BABY IS TURNING TWENTY-FIVE I REMEMBER WHEN SHE TURNED TWENTY-ONE LIKE THIS IS INSANE SHES GETTING SO OLD!!!
Oh, I got a message this week asking for a sex scene with Hunter and Liz, and I would like to make an announcement. I DONT WRITE SMUT OR ANYTHING LIKE SMUT THE WORST THING I WRITE IS LIKE A DESCRIPTIVE KISS I WILL NOT WRITE SEX SCENES #sorrynotsorry. Ok yeah done with that.
Anyhoo, is this story still good? Sometimes I can't tell.
So yeah, thank you for reading/voting/commenting. And just so you guys know, I really, really love comments. Like, if something makes you laugh, tell me. If something makes you sad, tell me. If the chapter was boring, TELL ME!!!! I love hearing your thoughts! I love hearing what I can improve, and I also like it when you guys tell me what I'm doing right. I just WANTED y'all to know.
(Tehe, I'm really bad at lyric puns)
Stadiumlicious, Merry Christmas,
Tessa❤️🎶
•come on down to the riptide, taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left hand man. And I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat cause you're gonna sing the words wrong•
-Vance Joy (cover by Taylor Swift is phenomenal, go look it up on YouTube)
Liz's POV:
"You know, sometimes I wonder how you got to be so beautiful," Hunter says softly.
I'm laying on my stomach facing away from him in our bed at the condo, and he's propped himself up on one elbow, tracing the line up and down my bare back lightly with his fingertips.
"Well, ya know, while I was being created I gave God some pointers and obviously he took my advice," I joke.
He chuckles lightly and kisses my shoulder softly, not saying anything more. He starts humming softly, and at first I don't recognize the song. Then he starts singing quietly.
"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind it was meant to be,
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and they all make sense to me."
"Hunter stop your gonna make me blush and cry and stuff," I say, turning towards him.
"I know you've never liked the crinkles by your eyes when you smile, you've never loved your stomach or your thighs,
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine but I'll love them endlessly," he continues singing despite my request.
I pull myself into his chest, touching his soft skin as he whisper-sings in my ear.
"I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth,
But if I do, it's true, it's you they add up to,
I'm in love with you, and all these little things."
By the time he finishes the song I'm crying, but not too hard.
He pulls me close and whispers, "I only did that because I truly do love you, and your body."
I sniff and let myself sink onto this beautiful moment.
Hunters POV:
"We should take a romantic walk," Liz says, reaching for my hand.
I look up at her from my place on the couch.
"You know I can't be romantic Liz," I protest.
She laughs. "That's cute Hunter. That's really cute. Now come on, let's go. Oh but fix your hair first there might be fans, and we wouldn't want them to see your messy hair. They might die."
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Anger Management (A Hunter Hayes Fanfiction)
Fiksi PenggemarSometimes, when I hear people talking about him, I want to believe them. "He's so sweet." "He's so nice!" "He's so cute!" "He gives people confidence!" "His music saves lives!" Yeah. Ok. Fair enough. But they don't know him. He doesn't come home...
