Made In The A.M. - Song Series

Months passed. In the beginning of February I went to Jamaica with Y/N to write my new album and get some time away together. Sure, we had rented a house for the entire crew, which was small, but still consisted of more people than just the two of us. Luckily Y/N didn't mind.

We took time together whenever possible and the rest she enjoyed spending with all of us.

Whenever I went into the studio, she would go out to explore the city. At first I felt weird about it, wondering if she didn't want to be around to see me fail. But one starry night, sitting on the beach, she explained: "I know how intimate this process is for you and I don't want you to put yourself under pressure because I'm there. You always try to be this incredible and perfect guy for me. I know you're anything but." I gave her a nudge and she giggled. "BUT especially in the song writing process it's fine if you want it to seem that way."

I smiled at her then and took her into my arms, wondering for the millionth time how I had gotten this lucky.

One morning at breakfast I had a surprise for her. The guys and I had written a smash last night. It was the perfect song. No song ever had given me the feeling this song had. Probably because I had never felt anything similar to what I felt for Y/N in my life so far. She walked in, wearing one of my shirts, rubbing her eyes, looking absolutely adorable and gorgeous. I grinned at her, strumming the guitar sitting on my lap.

"Good morning.", I cheered.

She groaned. She had never been a morning person.

"Morning.", she yawned, then frowned. "What's with the guitar?"

"I want to play you something we wrote last night."

And before she could say anything, I did. Sometimes I still needed to check my fingers were on the right chords, but the rest of the time I just stared into her eyes. I watched her face change, from curiosity to joy to shock to emotional. I saw the tears forming in her eyes as I hit the bridge. I grinned. When I was done, there was silence, only the last few notes of the song still hung in the air.

When I couldn't stand it anymore I asked: "So? What do you think?"

She bit her lip, trying to keep it from quivering. "You wrote me a song?", she asked, her voice breaking on the last word.

I smiled, sat down the guitar and walked over to her. I pulled a chair up next to her and sat down.

"Of course I did.", I stated.

And there they were, the tears that had been misting her eyes finally fell down her cheeks. I smiled and wiped them away with the tip of my thumb.

"You're my muse.", I told her with a shrug.

She gave a bubbly laugh and then pulled me in, pressing her lips to mine.

"It's just for you. It'll be my first single, so that way, whenever you hear it, especially when I'm not with you, you can hear my voice and sing along and remember that I'll ALWAYS be with you.", I explained, which just made her cry more. Oops!

Things were easier now. No one knew where we were. The media, the fans, they had no clue. It helped. It helped with the beginning of our relationship. We got to figure out who we were as a couple away from the circus.

We were sitting on the beach one night and I was just watching her.

"Stop it!", she told me after a while, her eyes still on the ocean.

I laughed. "What?"

She glanced at me sideways.

"You know what."

"I just love looking at you, is that a crime?"

"No, but it's annoying."

I pouted until she looked at me. She gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes, but there was a smile playing around her lips.

"You suck, you know that?"

"And you love it... at least it seems that way with all those noises you make."

I started moaning until she clapped her hand over my mouth, tackling me. We crashed into the sand. We rolled around for a few minutes, tickling each other and laughing so hard we cried. Finally, completely out of breath, we just lay there, me on top of her. I was leaning on my forearms, laying on each side of her head. I pushed a strand of hair out of her face.

"You're everything I need.", I said.

She smiled. "And you are everything I need."

I frowned. "Sometimes I feel like you give me more than I could ever give you back. I've been selfish a lot and I feel like you had to sacrifice things because of that." She was shaking her head, but I wouldn't let her protest. "No, I know, you don't feel that way, but still. You're the strongest, most independent woman I know and sometimes I don't feel like I can keep up with you. I want you to know though, I will always be here for you."

There were tears in her eyes again.

"I don't think anyone's ever brought me so many tears of joy in such a short time. I love you, you wonderful, talented, charming, silly man, you."

And then she kissed me.

We only stopped when I felt her shiver beneath me. We sat up. I took my jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Always so protective.", she muttered, cuddling into it, before leaning against me.

The sun was starting to rise. A new day. A new beginning.

I kissed the top of her head. "Always and forever."