Word count: 1,544 (incl. lyrics)
Inspired by this request: I donāt know if youāre still doing this but can you make one where this girl is singing in an empty auditorium because thatās her escape(like the one from Glee) and she is playing the piano and singing a sad song and Shawn is in one of the seats all the way in the back watching her and admiring her? Please thank you
A/N:Ā College!Shawn, my boo (vaguely, but itās a start)! Thank you for your request, Iām sorry Iāve been so inactive, but I appreciate the inspiration that came from this request! Iāve added a bit more of a backstory to the two. I hope youāll enjoy!ā¤ļø
The song mentioned is Fall For You by Leela James, and I highly recommend listening to it whilst reading.
She delicately placed her index finger on the key and pressed it, causing the note to fill the empty auditorium. She hummed a soft melody that sounded like something out of a fairy tale movie. Her eyes were closed shut, but her mind was fully awake, as she readied a breath, to introduce the first bit of lyrics.
And everything between us is good
Iām right here in this cloud, baby
Ready to fly but before I take
Her voice echoed off the wall as she hit each note as if it hung in the air in front of her and all she needed to do was reach out and grasp it. With each word that passed her drying lips, her body followed suit to the lyrics, swaying and moving to the melody. Her right hand still rested on the piano, but as of that moment, the song was in her head and her body ā her soul, and she let it unfold like a blooming flower.
Would you catch me if I fall for you?
Iām falling, Iām falling
He knew that he wasnāt privy to the secrets she was speaking to the empty seats in the rows between them, but he couldnāt bring himself to leave. So, he sat silently with his books and papers and amazement scattered across the floor and seats surrounding him.
He proudly considered his friend, seated on the little black stool, singing with a desperation and soulfulness that made him feel like they were the only two people on the planet ā and he had to admit that he quite liked the feeling that flooded his body, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake.
She opened her eyes and pressed down on a key, breathing new life into the song. She left her left hand to remain resting on her jean-covered lab, and as she raised her shoulders tenderly, her hoodie bunched up her hair around her concentrated face for a brief moment before she let her body ease again.
Iām so used to standing
So used to being on my own
But this thing is new, baby
It feels like Iām losing control
He was absolutely consumed, and in spite of his mind telling him, āleave, Shawn,ā his lanky body stayed in the seat, mesmerised. He had spent the last few weeks in her regular company, and yet heād never heard the faintest hint of singing escape from her mouth. Now, here he was, getting more than any music he had ever presented at that very stage if he should say so himself. He was getting what he considered music to be all about; honesty. Blank and bared accompanied only by the sound of a piano.
Just an hour ago he had sat across from her with a cup of coffee as she had rubbed the sleep from her eyes and told him firmly to not let her drink, ever again. After laughing kindly at her, he had told her that he had some studying to do, but when he asked her to join him, she had declined and told him quietly that she was going to take a walk and think a little. He had immediately teased her and suggested that she was surely just hung over, at which he had gained a punch in the arm (and a wince when her headache promptly returned, so heād considered that battle won).
If you catch me when I fall for you
Iām falling, Iām falling
Will you promise to be there?
Donāt let me down, no, no
She smiled as the lyrics surfaced from her heart and Shawn could feel the huff of a joyous laugh at the tip of his tongue, but he shut himself up to stay hidden from her. Her singing breathed a life and feeling into the song that he didnāt think was possible. He did consider himself talented, but she was something else. She never fell short of reminding him of his talent, though, and had complimented him many times on his singing, the most recent time being last night, when he had picked her up from the party that sheād gone to.
That had been their deal since she picked Shawn up from a party a few days after they had started talking. They had gone to the same university and had shared a few classes since they had started there three semesters ago, but had never taken each other into much consideration until they had to do a project together two-months-time ago. He had called her in an attempt to reach someone else, but by her account, āIām already awake and on my way to get McDonaldās, so I might as well come and get you. Yes, I was gonna get McDs in the middle of the night. On my own. Shut up. No. Stop laughing. Okay, you can walk home, ass hat. Idiot.ā
She had picked him up, of course, and heād stopped mocking her when she had gotten him an order of cheeseburger and fries too. He had been quite drunk, and with a soft tune playing on the radio, she had noted that the music-major had an angelic voice, as he had slowly lulled himself into a near-sleep. She knew he wasnāt fully asleep, when she had admired him at a red light, and he, with a cocky smile, had told her to keep her eyes on the road. She had chosen to roll them instead, and had told him, āIām just wondering how itās possible to get a guy of your size thisdrunk.ā Ā Heād huffed out a laugh, and sighed something that sounded like ātequila.ā Understandable, she had thought.
She had called him the following weekend at crap-oāclock and insisted that he owed her one, so on their way home, they decided to make it a thing to pick each other up after parties, if they werenāt both attending. Shawn had pointed out that theyād hardly ever go to the same parties. She had made an annoyed breathy sound and told him to join her at the next party she was invited to. He barely agreed, but she had said that that could be another āthingā of theirs, and so he had given in (and whether heād admit it or not, he had fun at the party).
When they rounded McDonaldās, they had decided that that should go on the āthingā list as well.
They had been tossing jokes between them on the way home, and even though the laughter died out, the smiles on their faces became a semi-permanent instalment, when she had in a drunken daze wondered aloud about why she hadnāt spoken to him much earlier. If you were to ask Shawn, he would tell you with a strained nonchalance that the following sentence contained words such as āsweet, caring and hilarious as all hell. Totally Boyfriend Goals, as the kids would say.ā If you were to ask her, she would most likely tell you that she doesnāt remember anything.
However, when she woke up to a glass of water and a couple of aspirins on her nightstand, she too had to start practising her nonchalant attitude.
If I give you my all, donāt let me fall
Would you do that for me, hold me?
Will you love, will you love me?
Her voice and heart decorated the heavy air in the dark hall like Christmas lights on a late December night, similar to the ones that had been adorning the campus for the past few weeks. The woman contained an unbelievable amount of emotions and never before had he heard nor seen them articulated as well as right in that moment. Ā
Last night, on the way home, she had found herself staring at him as the street lights flickered on his skin. He sang along to a slow song and looked like he had been plucked right out of a RomCom and had been placed in the driver seat of the car that she just so happened to also be in. He had been clad in a pair of sweats and a knitted jumper, and he was visibly tired, as he rubbed his eye and dragged a hand through the messy hair on top of his head.
She had found herself suddenly crying when she had realised that he had come to pick her up rather than sleep. He had naturally called her an idiot and a sap, but he didnāt hesitate to lay a hand on her leg and tell her, that heād choose her rather than sleep any time. When her face had broken once more, he asked her why she always cries when sheās drunk, which made her cry even more and heād only laughed as he caressed her leg. If she hadnāt been crying, he might not have missed the tinted red colour that rose on her cheeks at the action, but she cried and he laughed; and she was really drunk, which may have been why her blurry eyes didnāt catch the crimson that blossomed gingerly from his chest either.
Thatās the one thing Iām sure of
So I will take this one last step
So catch me, Iām falling for you
Iām falling, Iām falling
Iām falling, Iām falling
Iām falling, Iām falling
Iām falling, Iām falling
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! If you have any thoughts or feedback about this piece, please send me a message. Iām very unsure about the tense (regarding the grammar) so if you noticed anything that was off, please help a girl out!! Thank you again, and have a great day šĀ Ā
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