A/N - this is my first fic, so please be nice 😂 ~ A x
You sit in bed, under the covers, a cup of tea on your bedside table. As you scroll through your phone, Van sits at the foot of the bed. It’s not late, but, outside, the rain pounds off the pavements and a howling wind can be heard. You had both decided to stay in tonight.
You gaze somewhat in awe as your boyfriend slowly strums the melody of She Moves in Her Own Way on his acoustic guitar, a little more than humming, but not quite singing the lyrics. Putting your phone onto silent, you take a sneaky photo. You loved looking back at little moments like these ones.
“Vaaaaan?” You say, quietly.
He stops strumming the guitar.
“Y/N?” Van replies, “Y’alright?”
You were more than alright. Hearing Van say your name filled your heart with happiness and a fuzzy feeling that could only be described as love.
“Yeah,” you say, hesitantly, “Can you show me how to do that?”
“Do what, darling?” Van looks up from the guitar and into your eyes, “Play guitar?”
“Yeah.” you reply, shyly.
“Okay, come over here then.” Van pats the space beside him, “I’ll teach you.”
You wriggled out from under the covers, shivering a little in your pyjama top. Almost out of habit, Van reaches down onto the bedroom floor and throws you one of his hoodies. It was black and slightly bobbly, but you loved it because it smelt like him. You pull the hoodie on, and sit down next to Van at the foot of your bed.
“Okay, so you start by putting it on your lap and holding it like this,” Van places the guitar on your lap, and moves your left hand to the top of the strings and your right hand at the bottom.
“Van, I can move my own hands!” you giggle, moving closer to him.
“Don’t worry, I was only joking.” you reply, amused by his sweetness.
Van sits quietly for a moment, looking as if he’s deep in thought.
He looks up. “Well, I don’t really know what song to start off with.”
You think about it for a moment.
“What if you just show me the main chords, and then I can play a few songs after?”
“Good idea.” Van replies, “Let’s start with E minor, that’s quite an easy one.”
He starts off by telling you where to put your fingers, but you become muddled. You begin to feel your face burn bright red as he reminds you where the A string is for the third time.
Frustrated, you cry out in anger, hitting the side of the bed with your right hand at the same time.
“For fuck’s sake Van, I’m never going to get this! I’m so shit at guitar!”
“Hey, hey, don’t stress babe.” Van responds - his soft, calming voice bringing you back down to earth, “Nobody gets it straight away. Wait a minute-”
You tuck your hands into the long sleeves of Van’s hoodie as he moves around to behind you.
“What are you doing, lid?” you chuckle as he touches your shoulders from behind you.
“Come a bit closer.” he says softly.
You oblige, shuffling backwards into his warm lap. You feel Van’s arms brush up from either side of your waist, and his hands emerge from your sides. He feels around for your hands, gently replacing your right one onto the bottom of the guitar.
“Okay, so we’ll strum an E minor,” says Van, gently holding the second and third fingers of your left hand onto the A string and the G string respectively.
Carefully, he brushes your right hand across the strings. The sound of the smooth chord fills the air, and you sense a smile emerging onto Van’s face, even though he sits behind you. Your mouth echoes his wide smile.
“How can you do that without even looking?” You say, turning to face the proud-looking boy. You were right about the smile.
You chuckle, full of admiration. You strum the note again.
“Look, I can do it myself now!” you say, proudly.
“Want to learn another one?” asks Van.
You nod, enthusiastically, as Van places your fingers onto different strings and shows you another chord. Hours fly by as you begin to lean on Van and his hands slip behind the guitar and around your waist, as you strum it independently.
“Okay, play E.” Van instructs.
As you strum the chord with ease, Van begins to sing.
“You know when you’re gone I struggle at night,”
You strum the note again.
“Dreams of you fucking me all the time,”
You snigger, and turn to look Van in the eyes. You swim in his ocean of sparkling blue.
“You know how that song’s supposed to be from my perspective right?” you say, “I’ve never dreamt about you fucking me.”
Van laughs, “I’d like to think you do though, especially when I’m away and you-”
“Stop it, McCann!” you snort, carefully placing the guitar down on the floor next to your bed.
Your back collapses into Van’s secure hold from behind you, and you turn so you are lying across him.
“Once I had a sexy dream about Larry though.” You tease.
Of course you’ve never had a sexy dream about Larry; you just love Van’s jealous face.
“Yeah, well once I had a sexy dream about…” Van tries to play along, but struggles.
“I’ve only ever dreamt of you, Y/N.”
Your left hand traces his jawline slowly, as you gaze longingly into his eyes. He turns his head down towards your lips, leisurely caressing them with his own.
He always was a good kisser.
“I fucking love you so fucking much, Y/N.”
“Romantic. Should put that in a song.” you quip, sarcastically.
You sit up beside him, planting a kiss on his soft cheek.
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