Lay Your Head Down

Intro

Perfection.

It's hard to achieve. People spend years working towards it. Decades, even. Could he even achieve it? He's written songs before. Great songs. Great falls short for what he needs. He needs excellence. He needs perfection. This is for her. Just think. Think about her.

"This girl will be the death of me," he muttered.

Eyes.

Those blue eyes. Those dumb blue eyes that could gaze into your soul. Those stupid blue eyes he'd stare into all day if he could. Those ridiculous blue eyes brighter than the ocean. Those amazing blue eyes that you felt as if you can swim in. Those eyes that put him on cloud nine. Her beautiful bright blue eyes he looked into and muttered the words "I love you," for the first time.

Hair.

That ridiculous, flamboyant hair. Long hair that you could run your hands through. Bright pink hair that reminded him cotton candy. Sweet, lovable, and you can't get enough of it. He loved the way her hair flies in the wind. He loved the way it never seemed to get messy. He loved the vibrancy of it's color. He loved how it slowly faded to faint pink. He loved her hair.

Face.

Face of a goddess, he thinks. That face that would smile up at him. That face that he looked down to see. That face that scrunched up when focused. That face that shone like an angel.  That face that had the most amazing smile. The face with those damn blue eyes. That face with the mouth that fit with his. That gorgeous face he loved to kiss.

Her.

Imperfect. Perfectly imperfect. The girl he fell hard for. The girl that made him laugh. The girl that made him cry. The girl that he introduced to his parents as "the girl he's going to marry one day." The girl that introduced him as "the boy she had a crush on for, like, forever" to her family. The girl that inspired him. The girl he trusted with his life. The girl that trusted him with hers. The girl he adored. The girl that was so special. The girl that breaks his heart. The girl that also puts it back together. The girl he loved with all his heart.

Just...her.

He thought long and hard. What was it about her? He showed her the stars. In return, he got the sun. His sun. His shining light. He craved her in that moment. He craved her light. The light that turns this dark, dark world into a much nicer place. He craved her smile. The smile that could put the stars to shame. He craved her laugh. The laugh that could make anyone stop and smile. He craved her voice. The voices that tells him she loves him, the voice that can lull him to sleep on a bad day. He craved her kisses. The kisses that made time stop. He craved the feeling of her arms wrapped around his waist. The feeling from their first date.

Wait.

That feeling. Her voice. Her eyes. Her hair. Her arms. Her cuddles. Her. He finally had an idea. He wrote the first thing that came to his mind. Then he wrote the next. Then the next. This continued for the next few hours. Fast writing, quick erasing. He wrote what was in his heart. He wrote about the feeling day they met. He wrote about the cuddles on her parents' couch on Valentine's Day. He wrote about his fear of losing her. He wrote about how he felt when she first told him she loves him. He wrote about how he felt when he doubted that love and himself. He wrote about them and their beautiful relationship.

He finished.

As he was about to put the song away, in came his brother. "Hey, bro. What are you writing?" His brother, ever so curious, ever so poetic. Should he show him? Is it even ready for the eyes of others? What if it's bad? What if the others hate it? What is she hates it?

Fuck it.

He's in a good mood. Why stop now? "Want to look?" He held out the paper to his little brother. He played with his thumbs nervously. He watched his brother's face as he read and hummed along to the newly composed song. He grew even more nervous as time passed. This song is personal to him. This is about him and his wonderful girlfriend. How long does it take to read the damn thing?

"Dude," he started. "This is amazing. You have to show the rest of them. This needs to be on New Addictions." Phew. He liked it. Thank God. If his brother didn't like the song, he didn't know what he would do. If he didn't like the song, would she? This is about her. This needs to be perfect for her. She's perfect to him. Is he perfect for her? Will she even like the damn song? He felt as if the song was good. Was it even good enough to put on New Addictions, though? Does he want to put this song out for the world?

Yes he does. He wants the world to know how much he loves this girl. He wants them to know how he feels. He wants her to hear this song on the radio and think, "That's my guitarist."

"Whatever you say, bro." The older of the two laughed, half nervous, half relieved. This is it. The start of something great. The start of a new era for them. The start of his plan. This song is going to kickstart his hectic plan. This is how his life is going to change.

"One last thing before we show them. What's the title of this masterpiece you wrote?" Asked the blonde.

He grabbed the paper from his little brother. He wrote down his name then the title.

"Do you think she'll like it?"

"Rocky Lynch, Amy will love it. Don't you worry about a thing."

"You like it?"

"Of course! It's a fantastic song! Now what's it called?"

"Lay Your Head Down."

This song. This beautiful song. It contained so many beautiful memories for Rocky and Amy. Starting with the day they met.

Welcome to the intro of Lay Your Head Down! I really hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks for reading and please comment some feedback, vote for this story, add it to reading lists, share it with friends, etc. And make sure to follow "thewattpadcrew" on Instagram. It's a joint account with AssButtJerkBitch GreyMeetsLynch and ThisGameIsSoNintendo . I'll post updates there! We also have a Snapchat! The rest of my socials are in my bio!

And just a heads up for future chapters, this entire story will be written in the past tense as it is like a recollection of important events. That means this story will be jumping around quite often. Just make sure you pay attention because sooner or later, the writing in past tense will actually stop and go into present tense.

(I got the idea for the "End Notes" header from a different writer (who's name escapes me at the moment of writing this) but I know they are a phanfiction writer so if I remember the name I'll say who it is!)

ALSO LAY YOUR HEAD DOWN IS A WORK OF ART AND ROCKY LYNCH IS A SMOL BEAN AND NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED