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For Shadowthehedgehog200

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(Your POV)
I woke up to the sound of light strumming coming from downstairs. I shifted and felt an emptiness next to me in the bed. I smiled to myself and let out a soft sigh, knowing now what the source of the strumming was. I slipped out of bed and made my way down stairs.

Nate was sitting on a loveseat in the living room, strumming softly on his guitar, a notebook and pencil on the coffee table. The room was only lit by a couple of lamps. I stopped midway down the stairs and waited. After he played a few more chords, Nate went to write in his notebook and as he did, he looked up and saw me.

"Crap." He whisped. "Did I wake you?"

"Yeah." I said as moved to sit behind him. "But I'm okay with it."

Nate smiled and let out a soft laugh. I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his back as he started playing again. We sat there for a few minutes, only the sound of Nate's strumming could be heard. After a while I moved to rest my chin on his shoulder.

"What made you get up?" I asked.

Nate stopped playing, picked up the pencil and scribbled something in the notebook. "I though of a melody and I didn't want to forget it."

"For you," I inquired. "or are you gonna give it to Gabe?"

Nate plucked a couple of strings before stopping to study the notebook. "I don't know yet. I might show it to Gabe in the morning. See what he thinks about it."

"Well either way, I think your fans will love it."

Nate turned over his shoulder to face me. "Does my number one fan love it?"(A/N: does that sound cheesy?)

I kissed his cheek and reached up to tousle his hair. "I love everything you've ever done and will continue to do."

Nate smiled and turned to kiss my temple before starting to play again. A few more minutes went by, and I noticed Nate started to yawn and rub his eyes. I removed my arms from his waist and stood up.

"Come on." I said, patring his shoulders. "I think you have enough that you'll remember in the morning. You can't do anything with it tomorrow if you're tired."

Nate nodded with a yawn, and returned his guitar to its stand. He followed me back up the stairs and to our room. I waited for Nate to climb into bed before I slipped in and curled up against his chest.

Nate gently ran his fingers through my hair and softly started humming the tune he was playing only moments ago, as we both slowly shut our eyes, drifting once again to sleep.