Summary: a quiet, peaceful night with Rob and his guitar.
Warnings: none, fluff
Wordcount: 0.8k
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The snow was falling outside her window, the temperature of the room decreasing with every snowflake landing on the ground. The soft lull of the guitar was still heard from the living room. The light peeking in, making sure she was okay, from under the door. Creeping into her sight every once in a while to say that he was okay too.
She waited for it to stop and for him to finally come to bed, though all she heard after a while was silence. No door creaking open or falling shut. No feet patting on the ground. No muttered words that came out louder than they were intended to be.
Sitting on the couch, Rob held his head in hid hands. Palms covering his eyes to drown out the soft light coming from beside him. He hadn’t meant to stay stuck on the melody for too long, but now that he had one part finally figured out he couldn’t just stop.
Pausing the recording on his phone, he groaned in annoyance, saving the file and sending it into the group chat to ask whether one of the other lads had any idea as to if it was any worth.
He had written a few songs before, but none of them were ever this serious to him. They didn’t held the same meaning as this one did - or would (hopefully) in near future.
“Why are you still up?” A tired voice asked from beside him. The girl sitting down next to him, head resting on the cushion, a blanket wrapped around her tired body. Eyes almost falling shut.
“You should go to sleep,” Rob dismissed her question, pushing some hair out of her hair and smiling as she closed her eyes again. Willing to fall asleep next to him, no matter where or when.
“You should too,” she said, slightly opening one eye and peeking at him. A smile forming on both their faces as their eyes locked. “You have rehearsal tomorrow, remember?”
“And you have work, love. You need to stay up earlier than me, which means you should already be asleep now, getting enough rest.” She loved how caring he was for her, always had been, the only problem was that he didn’t care the same about himself as well.
Ignoring him, she instead asked, “What were you playing?”
“Just trying something, it’s not really anything though.” Looking at the strings and his fingers laying over them, he tapped a beat against the wood again, trying to find the perfect rhythm for the words he wanted to say; for the feelings he wanted to express.
“Play it to me,” she said, getting more comfortable next to him. Snuggling deeper into the blanket and looking at him with half open eyes.
“As I said, there’s not much to it,” he said once more, still tapping his fingers, mumbling something in his head.
“Well, I heard something from bed,” she said, raising her eyebrows in success. He couldn’t talk himself out of this now. “And besides that, I always sleep better with your voice in my head, makes me feel safer and more relaxed.”
The tension rose between them, a heartfelt information being shared that they hadn’t yet talked about in particular. Rob hesitated a second, thinking over her words and tone, before eventually starting to strum the single notes into a melody he made up in his head.
Having her next to him, her gaze on his face and the soft breathing of hers echoing in the room, brought him a safety even in failing eventually that he’d never felt before. The strings seemed lighter, the melody easier to construct. Words tumbled from his mouth while he played, always new stuff was added.
Leaning forward a bit, she started recording the moment on his phone. Falling back into tranquillity again after.
Her eyes fell shut a short while later, his voice had gotten clearer now, making her brain shut off completely. He was all she could think about and she never wanted it to stop. This was what she wanted to fall asleep to forever. Him and his voice.
“I really love your voice, you know? It soothes my brain when you sing,” She said as silence settled between them again, her eyes still closed but his were focused on her.
His gaze travelling over her face and how at peace she looked in that moment, a small smile decorating her soft pink lips as she replayed his voice like a song on her playlist in her head.
“I really love you,” he said back, making her chuckle softly and her cheeks turn red. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Picking her up, Rob carried her to bed, her head nuzzled in the crook of his neck, inhaling his soft scent of cigarettes and the perfume he wore.
WHAT ALL HAPPENED WITH ROB HUH WHAT DID I MISS??? i’m so lost i haven’t been here long enough i guess
mans is like,, very rude to Eli and also is lowkey racist. A black fan sent a really nice DM asking him to use his platform to speak up about BLM and instead of saying “no I’m not comfortable with that sorry” he went OFF on this fan basically telling her that it didn’t affect him in any way and that he didn’t care and after she brought up the fact that Josh is literally black and a few meme pages got word of it and DMed him he ended up posting the black square but the whole thing was so terrible. and also he allegedly fetishized a Hispanic girl in their town 😐🔪
