Love Songs and Longing Stares
Summary: Connor is steadily falling in love with you and is desperate to hear you sing again
Author’s Note: here’s part 2!
Tag List: @stargirl-murphy @spade-anon @diamond-anon @robot-anon (Let me know if you want to be added, loves!)
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Ever since hearing you sing, Connor hadn’t been able to get your voice out of his head. He didn’t say anything about it, feeling like that would be an invasion of your privacy. So instead, he elected for subtly trying to get you to sing. He’d play music loudly in the hopes of getting you to sing along. He’d mumble a song and prey you would join in.
He was sitting at the lunch table with Jared and Evan, balling up napkins and throwing them across the table at Jared’s face. When you finally came to the table, the boys immediately noticed how pissed off you were.
“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” Jared asked.
“My parter for the Christmas concert just bailed on me,” You groaned. “Said he had “better things to do,”“ you said with finger quotes. "So now I either need to find someone who can learn the part in only two weeks or choose an entirely new song.” You repeatedly stabbed the salad in front of you, tears of anger welling up in your eyes.
“What if… What if one of us learned the part?” Evan suggested.
You shook your head. “You’re sweet, Ev. But it’ll just be easier if I learn a new song. I have some options.”
Connor bit his lip, a plan forming in his head. “Would you want help memorizing it? I could, uh, I could help.”
Your face lit up. “That would be awesome, Con!”
Later that day, Connor was bouncing on his heels as he waited for you to open the door to your house.
“Hey, Connor!” you said. “Come on in.” You stepped out of the way so he could step through the doorway. He was gripping the strap of his satchel as he awkwardly sat on your couch.
You looked at him. “You good?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m just not the most relaxed when I go to a new place.”
You nodded and picked a piece of paper up off the coffee table. “Well, I chose to do this song. I’ll warn you now, my voice, uh, my voice isn’t exactly that best.”
Connor really wanted to tell you that you were wrong but decided against it. “Well, let’s hear it then.”
You took a deep, shuddering breath and began to sing. “Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon virgin, mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.” You sighed. “I know, I sound awful.”
“Are you kidding me? You sounded beautiful,” Connor said, causing your face to flush.
“No I didn’t. Plus, like, why are all the songs they gave us religious? There are kids at school who don’t even celebrate Christmas.”
Connor shrugged. “Wish I knew.” He took your hands in his own. “But I’m not lying to you, (Y/N). Your voice is more than beautiful. It’s… it’s… I can’t even think of a word for it.” You smiled a bit and rubbed your arm. “It’s beautiful. Like you,” Connor muttered the last part, but you heard it.
“What-what was that?”
Connor’s eyes widened in realization. “Nothing! I didn’t say anything. Oh, look at the time, I have to go!” And with that, he grabbed his things and ran out of the house.
The next day, you tracked him down in the hallways during your free period. “Connor!” You snapped.
He spun around. “Oh, uh, hey, (Y/N). How are you?”
“Don’t toy with me, Murphy. Why’d you run out without explaining why? I thought I did something wrong.”
“(Y/N), you did nothing wrong. It was my fault.”
You crossed your arms. “Explain.”
He felt his face heat up. “There’s no easy way around this, is there?” He mumbled before sucking in a breath. “I like you, (Y/N). I like everything about you: your smile, your eyes, you voice. God, your voice. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”
At this point, your face was about as red as a ripe tomato. “I, uh-”
“You don’t have to say anything,” Connor said with I sigh. “I know you probably don’t feel the same way.”