Okay, so previously in the last imagine... I've been getting questions of "Hunter's dead?" Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but he's died in the previous imagine. Wow, that got dark really fast. Okay... On to sunshine, sparkles, and unicorns... Thank you so much for everything. I love you more than I should and more than you could ever imagine. Get it? Because this a book of imagines... Alright. Carry on.
All the love.
- Ashlyn Rose xx
Imagine you're at home. It's a typical Tuesday night and Hunter's in town for a few days. You're not doing anything except watching "The Last Song" and sipping some hot chocolate with marshmallows. You were just about to reach for some more tissues because Ronnie's father had just passed away and then the front door of the house is slammed open. Hunter's there as he seems infuriated. Lately, he's been moody especially since you're pregnant.
"You're sill sitting there? You never do anything," he yells at you and you try your best to not get mad. You know that if you get mad, you're going something that you'll regret.
"I'm tired and I can't get sleep. I just--I don't know," you say and you can't think of anything to say.
"Well, maybe if you would stop watching chic flicks, Wendolyn, you might get some sleep," he says. Wendolyn. It was your name but he never called you that unless he was extremely mad or stressed out.
"You try carrying a baby for nine months and tell me how it feels after you give birth to it, Hunter! Why don't you try going on tour for nine months and carry a few extra pounds," you say extremely angry, "and not to mention make sure that nothing happens to the baby! You wouldn't last a day--No, you wouldn't even last an hour."
"Is this why you're mad at me? For getting you pregnant? Why don't you just leave and we don't ever have to see each other again!"
Why don't you just leave and we don't ever have to see each other again!
"Leave? Is that what you want," you ask and he doesn't say a word. You slowly walk up the stairs and he still hasn't moved from where he's standing. You closed the door to the bedroom that you shared with Hunter and opened the closet that was full of clothes. You grabbed one of your warm sweaters and slipped it on. You look down at your stomach and absentmindedly run your hand over it. You head downstairs and find Hunter still standing in the same place.
You walk around him not wanting to speak to him since he clearly doesn't understand how tired you feel. You begin to turn the handle door open and look back at him, hoping he'll do something.
You walk out the door and close the door behind you until it clicks, "I know what you're thinking. You're probably thinking that we're gonna be wandering out in town, don't ya? No, we're going to my sister's house. Well, she's not my sister but I love her as much as a sister."
You say to the baby that you've been carrying now for seven months. You'd be staying at your best friend's house and then you'd find somewhere to leave afterwords away from Hunter since he didn't want you around.
A few hours later, it's almost nine o'clock at night and your best friend/sister has agreed for you to stay. She's thrilled with the idea of you and the baby being there with her. She's been feeling kinda' lonely without anyone around her.
"So, what happened? You got mad and then what? You never finished tell me," your best friend said as she was preparing two cups of hot chocolate.
"I just went grab a sweater and left. That's all. I didn't even grab my cellphone," you say as you carefully sit on the sofa, "Wow, this is good and I didn't even realize how cold I was."
"I'm glad you like it and I'll turn on the heat. I'm a little cold too. Actually, let's just sit by the fireplace."
Just as the two of you are enjoy some time together, the phone rings and you look at your best friend, "I wonder who's calling at three in the morning."
"I'll go see," she picks up the phone and answers in a perky sweet voice, "Hello? Oh, hi! It's been forever since I've seen you! Yeah, she's okay. Maybe or maybe not, I don't know. Nothing's gonna happen to her. I'm the best person there is when it comes babysitting. Well, she's my baby. She's younger than me!"
You could hear mumbling from the phone and the only thing that was clearly heard was the everything that your best friend was saying. You wanted to ask who it was but decided not to. It probably wasn't any of your business anyways, "That was your man. He called. He's been looking for you."
Hunter had been looking for you? Had he be really looking for you or was she joking? He clearly wanted to you to leave but he never followed you. Your best friend didn't say anything else. Instead she sat beside you again in front of the fire. After an hour later, once you got comfortable on the couch and you were beginning to fall asleep, the doorbell rang.
"I'll see who it is," she said and left you alone in the living room. You were kinda' excited to know who was at the door but you were also nervous too.
"Thank God," you hear someone exclaim and you can easily and quickly recognize who's voice it is. It's none other than the sweet blue eyed blonde boy that you had left this morning. Hunter, "I thought I lost you."
"How'd ya' know I was here?"
"Well, my parents aren't really close by and your parents are out of town. Ainsley's not even at her apartment and there aren't many people that you know here in Nashville. My last option was to call your best friend after walking around places where I guessed that you would be."
The only thing you can do is slowly nod and look at him astonished. You didn't think that he would be actually looking for you. You thought that he would be sitting at home watching the television on the couch, not looking for you. Why would he be looking for you? He was so mad at you when he had gotten home. Was it because he was so stressed?
"Come back home with me. I never meant to tell you to leave. I never want you to leave," he says and suddenly you hear some sniffles and whimpers. Both you and Hunter turned to see your best friend on the verge of tears.
"I'm s-so-sorry. I-it's like ah-ah-a ch-chic f-fu-flick," she stutters between tears. You can't help but laugh and Hunter lets out a throaty chuckle, "I-I-I'll g-ga-go."
"What can I say? She's my best friend and I know that I would be having the same reaction if I was her," you say and Hunter pulls you in for a hug, "I'll come home with you."
"Really," he asked astonished, "You mean it?"
"Of course I mean it. I can't stay away from you for a couple of hours. Besides, you and I both know that you probably forgot something," you say and he rolls his eyes. He reaches down in his pockets and realizes that you were right. He was missing something and he left that thing that he was missing on the kitchen counter.
"You don't, uh, happen to have your house keys, do ya?" You pulled out your house keys from your pocket, "This proves my point. I can't live without you."
You can't help but laugh at his corny joke but you know that he meant it with his heart, "I love you," you say as you wrap his arms around you.
"I love you more," he says and kisses you on the forehead. You hear someone bawling in the other room. Both you and Hunter laugh at your best friend. She's so crazy sometimes, "Let's go home."
"No!" Your best friend yells as she jumps of the room where she was, "No! My chic flick's not over yet! The two of you can't leave! The two of you are so supposed to stay here and sit on the couch and get all lovey dovey!"
"Her expectations for our relationship are high," you whisper and he laughs.
"I heard that. I just want the best for both of y'all," she said as she disappeared into the kitchen. She was probably going to get some coffee for Hunter.
"I love you, Wendy."
"I love you too, Hunt."
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Imagines about the one and only Hunter Easton Hayes. Aside from the details you give me, I think of all of these imagines on my own. If I use somebody's else imagine then I do give them credit. Love y'all to Pluto and back. - Ash xx