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Grant Gustin Imagine for Sophie

For unicorn_rida I hope you like it!

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"I'M SO BORED!" you shouted through the empty apartment, while throwing the tv remote at the wall. You looked at the clock. 3:00 pm. You groaned. Grant wasn't going to be home for another hour or so and you had nothing to do.

You had woken up with a headache and feeling a little achey, like you were getting a cold. You decided to ignore it and get ready for work, but when Grant found out he ordered you back to bed. He wouldn't listen to any protesting that you were fine and totally capable of going to work, instead he made you a breakfast of scrambled eggs and pancakes and brought it to you in bed.

He said he would try to leave early from filming so he could take care of you. He also instructed Nora and Jett to keep an eye on you. You looked at his dogs, Jett sleeping peacefully next to you and Nora was probably sleeping on the bed.

Grumbling to yourself, you pushed off the couch to go take another shower. You weren't sure how many you'd taken already but it was a way to pass the time.

After you got out you put on a new pair of pajamas and sat on the edge of your bed. You looked around the room, hoping to find something, anything, that would take the boredom away.

Your eyes landed on your guitar in the corner and it was like there was an instant spotlight on it. You walked over, grabbed it and sat back on the bed. You tuned it quickly before strumming a couple chords. Thinking for a moment, you began playing one of your favorite songs.

"I'm an angel with a shotgun, fightin till the war's won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back," you began. "Get out your guns, battle's begun. Are you a saint or a sinner? If loves a fight then I shall die, with my heart on a trigger. They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fightin for. Well baby, you're all that I adore. If love is what you need, a soldier I will be."

"I'm an angel with a shotgun, fightin till the war's won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back. I'll throw away my faith babe, just to keep you safe, don't you know you're everything I have," you heard someone sing behind you. You stopped playing and looked. Grant stood, smiling, in the doorway. "Keep going!" he encouraged. You began playing right where you left off and began singing together.

"And I wanna live not just survive, tonight. Sometimes to win, you've got to sin. Don't mean I'm not a believer. And Major Tom, will sing along, yeah they still say I'm a dreamer. They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for. Well baby, you are all I adore. If love is what you need, a soldier I will be." You continued through the song, one of you occasionally adding harmony and extra embellishments to the notes.

"I didn't know you knew that song," you said once you were done.

"Not know my girlfriend's favorite song? That would be crazy, Sophie," he teased. "What I didn't know was how amazing of a voice you have. Why don't you sing more often?" You shrugged your shoulders in response. "I have an idea, why don't you and I go sing karaoke as a date night? I'll even let you pick the song."

"That sounds perfect!" you replied, kissing him on the cheek. "How about you pick the next song to sing?"

"Hmmm..." he pondered. "Imagine by John Lennon?"

"Perfect." And you began playing. You guys stayed there for a few more hours, just singing together or listening to the other sing.

Maybe staying home all day had been a good thing.