Storms Above Us @stormsaboveus-blog - Tumblr Blog

Any chance you are going to be writing more Tyler Hubbard stories??? I love your writing!

Thank you so much for your message!

If I’m honest, I haven’t really thought about writing more T Hubb stories. I recently started writing some original stuff but I haven’t written anything worth posting in a while.

Is it something you’d like to read?

That story was so great!!!

I’m glad you enjoyed it :-)

Okay, so this is probably the most rubbish thing I’ve ever written and I didn’t even proof read it or anything but I just needed to write something and post it without thinking too much so I apologise but yeah.

I had only taken one step out of work when the heavens decided to open up and droplets of rain began to fall from the sky. They pelted my skin in an angry rage as I made my way to my car and all I could think was

Great.

This is just the perfect ending to yet another bad week.

I slid my guitar on to the back seat and began to recall each of the events which had led to this moment:

I couldn’t seem to come up with an idea for my next song. I’d spilt my coffee down my shirt as soon as I’d got to work this morning. I’d left my wallet at home so I couldn’t go to the dollar store to buy a new one. One of the strings on my guitar had snapped and I didn’t have another one to replace it with. I’d forgotten to pay rent. My landlord had left me a very stern voicemail, making some serious promises about what he’d do if I didn’t pay it soon. My girlfriend had heard that voicemail. We’d argued. Words were said. Doors were slammed. One of us left.

And she hadn’t come back.

My mind drifted back to that night as I drove home. I thought about the way I’d come home, ready to forget about the day that I’d had at work and curl up on the sofa with her and our dog, Cole.

I thought about how much I had wanted to watch some trashy television show but spend the entire time playing with her hair and thinking about how much I loved her instead.

I thought about how I’d watch her drift off to sleep and maybe write a song about how beautiful she looked.

I thought about how all of the above could have happened if I hadn’t been so stupid.

She’d been standing next to the phone when I walked through the door, arms folded across her chest. I’d tried to go in for a kiss but she’d pushed me away. She’d launched straight into what was wrong – something I’d always admired about her. She was upfront, honest, and sometimes brutal.

I’d tried to make excuses but she wasn’t buying any of it.

She yelled.

I yelled back.

She rushed into the next room.

I ran after her.

She slammed the door in my face.

I yelled through the door.

She yelled back.

I yelled louder.

Silence.

The front door slammed.

She left.

And never came back.

I shut the engine off as I came face to face with the door that she’d left through and it took me a few moments to gather the energy to leave my car. I fished my keys out of my pocket and opened the door, the ever-present lump in my throat appearing once more. I was ready to burst into tears when Cole came running up to me, teeth showing, tongue hanging out and his nails scratching on the floor.

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. I fussed him, scratching behind his ears, the way he liked and kissed his head before heading into the living room. I fell back onto the couch, head hitting the cushion and noticed that Cole had come rushing in after me.

I’d always thought it amazing how dogs could tell when something wasn’t quite right.

He looked up at me, with those big brown eyes and it was just like he was saying, “Hey, buddy. What’s wrong?”

So I told him.

I told him everything.

I told him that I was worried I wasn’t going to be able to afford our house anymore. I told him I was worried that I wasn’t going to be able to write another song. I told him that I was worried that I was letting him down. I told him that I missed Emily and how I was worried that she wasn’t ever going to come back.

And he sat with me and he listened to every word.

Half way through, he shifted from the floor to sitting with me on the sofa and was lying with his head on my chest. The only time that he moved was when the low rumble of a car driving down the street sounded but even then he only gave me his paw to let me know that he wasn’t going anywhere.

That was until he started barking.

Loudly.

I wiped my eyes and tried to get him to be quiet. No doubt the neighbours would be over again if I couldn’t get him to stop. They didn’t like dogs much.

Despite all of my efforts though, he wouldn’t stop.

I’d never seen him act like this before.

He never barked.

I opened the front door to let him out so that he could see that there was no one there but as soon as I did, he stopped.

“Hey, Hunter.” A familiar voice sounded and my head snapped up from looking at Cole.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Emily.”

ABOUT HIM GETTING COLE AND LOVING COLE AND HIM SHOWING HIS GIRLFRIEND AKA ME EMILY COLE

Haha! Well, I had an idea after posting my reply to you. It has most of what you just said. It probably won’t be long but I’ll try and post it soon :)

WRITE ABOUT HUNTER'S DOG

Hahaha! I could...but what?!

I really want to get back into the habit of writing more often.

So, quick:

Send me something to write about! It could be a setting or the name of two people (they can be completely fictional, they don’t have to be celebrities!). As long as it’s within reason, leave me a message and I’ll see what I can create!

I have a lot of work to do but I also have a lot of spare time in the evenings since my friends have all gone home for the Easter break and even though I should be doing work I really want to write so what I’m trying to say is that someone quick send me an idea for a one-shot that I can write you might be helping me with my writers block for my essays*

*also just really want to write so there’s that

A NICE FLUFFY ONE SHOT WOULD BE LOVELY TO READ BUT WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT IS FANTASTIC

A nice fluffy one-shot sounds great! I'll try and think of some ideas and then write when I get the chance :-)Thanks!

PLEASE WRITE MORE

I definitely want to after reading back through some of these one-shots! I currently have a lot of essays to write and I'm in a show, so I might not be able to get anything written immediately.However, if I was to write something, what sort of thing would you like to read? :-)Thanks for the encouraging message!

Reading back through these one-shots really makes me miss writing!

Why do I do this to myself? :’)

Hey, everybody! I just wanted your opinion on something: IF I was to write a book, would any of you be interested in reading it? Let me know...because this might be happening!!! Much love! - xoxo

I wrote a little something (kind of a story...) because I was upset about a boy.

If you want to read it, message me and I'll send you the link.

This is a Tumblr hug pass it on to 15 of your favorite blogs and let them know that you love them! ♥

Aw, thank you so much! <3

Pamela, you're so cute! <3

#themidnightrulesarebreaking

DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL.

I haven’t written anything in a while, and although I wasn’t planning anything, this idea popped into my head this morning and I found myself typing away before I could stop myself. The plot has stemmed from events that have happened recently, and I’ve seen some sadness floating around my Tumblr-sphere and I hope this may help give some of you a bit of hope if you need it.

Written in: Woman’s POV

Just click on ‘Read More’ to read the entire one-shot.

“Go away, Mom!” she cried, tears running down her face. “Just go away. You don’t understand!”

I sighed, wanting to turn around and wrap her up in my arms. My sixteen year old daughter, my beautiful sixteen year old daughter, Lucy, had just broken up with her first boyfriend and wasn’t taking her newly assigned ‘single’ status very well. She had come home from school only hours earlier, her face already red and blotchy from crying, and had started screaming and shouting at me as soon as I’d asked her what was wrong. Once I’d finally got it out of her, she decided that the best thing to do was to lock herself in her room and not talk about it, only raising her voice to wail about how unfair it was and pleading with no one in particular for him to change his mind and be her boyfriend again.

It was breaking my heart to see her like this and even though I had finally managed to break down one barrier and get her to unlock her door so that I could check on her properly, she was now intent on kicking me out. She firmly believed that I wouldn’t understand the heartbreak she was experiencing because I was happily married to her father, but I wanted to explain to her how tough it had been for me when I was her age. I wanted to tell her that things would get better but every time I tried to articulate that, she would just cry even harder and tell me that I didn’t understand.

Her hand found the small of my back and, opening her bedroom door with the other, she gently pushed me out into the hallway.

“Please, Mom.” She begged, her eyes welling up with tears again. “Just leave me alone.”

With that, her bedroom door closed. I heard her flop down on to her bed and muffled sobbing sounded, causing my heart to break once again. I hated seeing my daughter like this.

I sighed once again and picked up the laundry basket that I had left outside her room, thinking that if I did some of the jobs around the house to take my mind off it, she might be willing to talk to me later on. As I stood up, I noticed my husband, Hunter, standing at the end of the hallway, looking slightly puzzled. He must have seen what had happened.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

I felt my shoulders drop as I walked towards him and I shook my head.

“What happened?”

I stopped in front of him and placed the basket at our feet. He tilted his head in curiosity as the sound of Lucy’s crying got louder again.

“Her boyfriend broke up with her today.” I replied. “She’s not taking it very well.”

I watched his face fall, as though his heart had been broken too, and his blue eyes pierced mine with their sorrowful look.

“I don’t know what else to do.” I admitted, my heart sinking. “She doesn’t want to talk about it. She hasn’t eaten anything since she came home and she thinks I won’t understand because I’m happy with you. She’s been locked up in her room since she came home from school.”

I watched Hunter glance at his watch, noting that three hours had passed since school had finished and nodded his head.

“Want me to talk to her?”

“You can try.” I offered. “But she might not want to. She kicked me out for just being in her room.”

He offered me a sympathetic smile and rubbed my arm gently with one of his hands. His touch was warm and I smiled at him, secretly thanking him for stepping in. He leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek before whispering, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He squeezed my arm once before walking towards Lucy’s bedroom, knocking lightly on the door and pushing down on the door handle.

“Lucy, its Dad. Can I come in?”

The tactic of knocking and opening the door at the same time was something that he had perfected over the years when Lucy had been in her room and he wanted to say hello. With the exception of today, she usually didn’t mind.

“No, Dad. Leave me alone.”

Hunter was already in her room by this point and he shot me a wink as he pushed the door to, leaving it open slightly so that I could hear.

“Now, that’s no way to talk to your Dad.” He replied, but I could hear the smile in his voice. “Come on, why are you crying?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“No can do, I’m afraid.”

I heard him sit down next to her on her bed and I decided to walk towards the door so that I could get a better view of what was going on. The angle at which Hunter had left the door open allowed me to see Lucy curled up on her bed, her head resting on a pillow and Hunter sat next to her, his back leaning against the wall.

“Seriously, Dad.” She groaned, her voice tired. “Just leave me alone.”

“Why would I do that? You’re upset.”

“Exactly. Just leave me alone.”

At this point, I would have sighed and done my best to please her by leaving her be but Hunter didn’t seem to show one sign of exasperation. Instead, he patted her leg and told her to sit up. She did as instructed but sat with her arms folded across her chest, in true teenage style.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He spoke softly.

Tears filled Lucy’s eyes and I swear I could have seen a flash of pain strike Hunter’s face. He was always sensitive to her feelings. She was Daddy’s little girl after all.

“Is this about a boy by any chance?” he asked.

She nodded and tried to wipe away the tears that were running down her cheeks.

“And did this boy do something stupid?”

Lucy paused for a moment, unsure how to answer before shrugging, a hiccup making her body jump slightly. That always happened when she cried for a long time.

“I don’t know.” She mumbled.

“Of course you do.” Hunter replied. He rubbed the bottom of her leg with his hand to try and calm her down. “Did this boy break your heart?”

Lucy nodded and as if on cue, more tears fell from her eyes.

“Then he did something stupid.” Hunter stated.

There was a brief pause before Lucy spoke.

“He doesn’t like me anymore, Dad. He said that we should just be friends because he wasn’t sure that he wanted me as his girlfriend.”

“He’s stupid.” Hunter jumped in, hardly letting her finish.

“No, he’s not, Dad. He’s smart. Why would he want someone like me as his girlfriend?”

“I think the question you need to be asking is: why would he not want someone like you as his girlfriend?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her tears and high adrenaline causing her to not follow the conversation very well.

“Well, let’s see.” Hunter began, looking at her. “You’re beautiful, you’re incredibly smart, you’re always cracking jokes to make people laugh, you’re talented and you’re precious. Why would someone not want all of those qualities in a girlfriend?”

“I don’t know.” She mumbled. “Why don’t you ask him?”

She almost spat that last word and Hunter took it as his opportunity to try and use it as a positive thing.

“He’s stupid. If he can’t see how wonderful you really are and if he doesn’t want someone as great as you as his girlfriend, then quite frankly, he’s stupid. Any guy would be lucky to have you, sweetheart.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re my Dad.”

“No.” Hunter replied, his voice serious. “No, I’m not. You are so amazing, Lucy. You really are. And you’re only sixteen! You have your whole life to find a guy who will be the perfect gentleman and sweep you off your feet. You don’t have to worry about not finding anyone because you will but you’ve just got to wait until he comes into your life.”

“But-” she tried to protest. Hunter obviously knew what she was about to say because he cut her off.

“I know. Waiting might seem daunting and waiting might seem like this guy might never come around but I tell you something, you will find him. You’re going to meet someone one day who just completes your life and the great thing is, is that you’ll never have to let them go. And sure, you might have to go through a few more heart breaks until you find him but when you do, it’ll be so worth it.”

By this point, Lucy had moved so that she was sat next to Hunter. He had his arm around her and pulled her close so that he could hug her.

“I don’t know if I want to go through any more heart breaks.” She stated. “Boys suck.”

They both laughed and Hunter kissed the top of her head. “That’s my girl. You stay single and I’ll be the only man in your life. I’ll never hurt you.”

Lucy smiled and leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Dad.”

They were silent for a few moments. The atmosphere wasn’t tense like before and I felt my anxiety about Lucy fade away. Hunter had known just how to make things better.

“Dad?” Lucy spoke after a few moments.

“Yeah?”

“What if I meet another guy and he’s stupid like the last one? And then the one after that is stupid? I don’t want to keep going through this.”

“Then, I’ll make you a deal now.” Hunter replied.

“What’s that?”

“I won’t let you date anyone stupid.”

Lucy laughed. “And how exactly are you gonna do that?”

“The guy will have to go through me first. If he’s stupid, I’ll catch it early on so that he can’t hurt you. It’ll save you a lot of time.”

I smiled at the thought, and Lucy must have too because the next thing I heard her say was:

“Deal.”

Hunter laughed and kissed the top of her head again before speaking.

“So, a little birdie has told me that you haven’t eaten since you came home from school and since you’re now a free, independent young woman who’s Dad would like to buy her dinner to celebrate getting rid of a stupid boy, what would you like to eat?”

“You’re serious?” Lucy asked, lifting her head off Hunter’s shoulder to look him in the eye.

He nodded and she smiled.

“Could we go for pizza?”

“Pizza it is!” Hunter smiled, pushing himself off the bed as Lucy scrambled to get her shoes. “And I say we go for the double stuffed crust pizza topped with all your favourites, because all that crying has got to have made you hungry!”

I saw Lucy’s eyes light up in amazement as Hunter made his way for the door. He was about to reach for the handle when she darted across the room and wrapped her arms around him. He looked temporarily startled before wrapping his arms around her.

“I love you, Dad.” She murmured into his shirt, squeezing him tight.

He planted one kiss on the top of her head, smoothing back her hair before replying.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

#hunter hayes one shot

So, I've been going through a lot lately. I won't go into it but it's left me feeling pretty rubbish about my life and self.

Yet, whilst this has been going on, I've had some ideas for short stories/novels/the like that are not entirely complete ideas but they're ideas nonetheless, and they have inspired me to possibly start writing again. They probably won't be focused on people that I've written about before (I've done some character development whilst thinking about these ideas recently) but I'm hoping that if I write them and if I post them, you guys will like them all the same.

I'm not sure where these ideas or the inspiration to write has stemmed from - it could be due to the novel I'm reviving and that people have been telling me to send off or just due to the fact that my life has taken a turn for the worst and I need an escape - but whatever it is, I thought I'd let you guys know that there might be some writing posted back on here soon.

That is a maybe though. I don't know if I can promise anything at the moment. You can keep an eye out by all means though, that'd be cool.

It’s summer, so that means I am getting that all too familiar feeling of wanting to write once again. And maaan is it hard to shake!

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

Storms Above Us