James Arthur- Say You Won't Let Go


I met you in the dark, you lit me up
You made me feel as though I was enough
We danced the night away, we drank too much
I held your hair back when
You were throwing up

Admitting that he loved the classical music his family is known for, better than this trash, would then force him to admit his music was better. Even his dark days. Back when he touched the piano every day.
Soul couldn't help but grimace at the thought of his angst compositions. "But," he thought as he swirled his red solo cup of beer, "I guess it makes sense to think about; tonight is our anniversary."
His red eyes glanced across the dance floor at his lifelong partner. Maka Albarn has had too much to drink. "How does she even plan to stay on the motorcycle?" The designated driver put his cup down; the resonance built after years of experience and trust was telling him the alcohol in her system was about to come up.

Then you smiled over your shoulder
For a minute, I was stone-cold sober
I pulled you closer to my chest
And you asked me to stay over
I said, I already told ya
I think that you should get some rest

"I'm sorry, Soul." Maka groaned down into the toilet. She kept repeating that line and it was starting to get sad.
"Don't be like that, Angel." He rubbed her back as another wave came up. Tonight was the night for him to be bittersweet, not her.
"I know what you're thinking." The slur was gone from her voice, and when she turned to look at him, her eyes lost their cloud, "don't be like that, Soul..."
For not the first time that night, she stole his breathe away.
"Mmmmaaaatttteeeee!" She chortled a giggle and threw herself onto him.
"Come on! My souuul! Mate!" She leaned close to his ear, the smell of alcohol, puke, and sweat, "the nights sstill young~~ We haven't been in my bed in a while." He May have had more to drink than he thought, she looked and smelled like a drunkard. To him she looked hot.
"Maybe we can sleep in your old bed." The alcohol hadn't impaired his judgment however, "you think you can make it to the bike?"
She smiled sleepily up at him "You'll keep me safe."

I knew I loved you then
But you'd never know
'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go
I know I needed you
But I never showed
But I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old

Now that Maka was tucked, safe and sound, under her old comforter; soul could happily brood over the last 9 years. Part of him wishes he had acted sooner... instead of acting cool. Looking back, he fell for her the second she reached out her hand. Afterwards it took him a couple years to realize that pining after (although if he's being honest it's more like holding back from) his cute miester wouldn't do much. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked behind him, Maka had slipped to him she found his calm (aloof) expression and his "devil-may-care personality" attractive.
"Mmmmff Soul?" She rolled over and peeked her blurry eyes up at him, "ur shtayimg wit me?" Her smile looked like Blair's,
"Sooo cute. Angst puppy." Passed back out.
"Angst puppy? ...I will marry you."

Just say you won't let go

He needs to pull himself together. This is supposed to be the happiest day of her life! He wasn't even this giddy when he proposed- oh my death she's gorgeous. His heart needs to slow down-no not stop completely. She smiled at him from down the long stairs of the DWMA. Its official, this angel chose to stay with him- demons be damned- for the rest of their lives. Maybe include some other little lives?

Just say you won't let go

They couldn't let go. He's stopped spinning her around and she's no longer hanging in for dear life. But Soul still holds his Meister high up in the air; and Maka still clutched their bodies tightly together.
Through her sobs he whispered into her neck, "A baby."

I'll wake you up with some breakfast in bed
I'll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head
And I'll take the kids to school
Wave them goodbye
And I'll thank my lucky stars for that night

"Bye Papa!" Their daughter, shouted at him as her twin waved her arm back and forth. Soul returned it with his fatherly salute before swaggering back to the family hybrid. Today was their partner anniversary. A bigger deal than their wedding anniversary. A big enough deal for him to wear a frilly apron and spray a whip cream smile on a pancake. Uncle Black*Star has offered to pick them up and keep them over night. This was a big deal for him- he gazed back at long white pigtails and spiky blonde enter the school doors- a annual reminder on how blessed he is. (Thanksgiving comes in close third).

When you looked over your shoulder
For a minute, I forget that I'm older
I wanna dance with you right now
Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever
And I swear that everyday'll get better
You make me feel this way somehow

"Come on Soul, it's our anniversary!" The crows-feet around her eyes crinkled even more as she pulled another dazzling smile at him; she had taken off her glasses but she still looked him right in the eye. His eyes dropped to the black surface of the grand piano- his antique record-player sat on top- she didn't even wait for his answer before turning it on.
"Well," he sighed "if my arthritis won't let me play it should at least let me dance." Everything else was habit and history. Her loose-skinned in his, their waltz-turned-slow-easy-shuffle, his scratchy-chin rubbing her forehead.

I'm so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold
We've come so far my dear
Look how we've grown
And I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old

So, dancing might not be in the cards for them anymore...that shouldn't warrant a trip to the hospital. But then again- soul glanced to his tired wife sitting next to him- he is getting a little wheezy. That fall was a dooz-
"Brooding again, love?" Grey hairs from Makas bangs brushed against his empty forehead, "don't look so down, I thought you played great." She leaned on him more. Soul just let out a raspy chuckle and kissed her cheek.
Their daughter pulled around back, now a member of spaorti, each passenger had priority. Both Maka and Soul got out together, hands intertwined. Soul received a tone along the link: Kid would come for a visit; Maka has always been a good listener.

Just say you won't let go

The heart monitors beeped steadily in the dark hospital room. They've always been tight knit, it he wishes he would stop weighing her down. Soul's red eyes glanced over to his right where she slept- where's she's been sleeping for a couple days now- he knows she's waiting for him.

Just say you won't let go

He flashbacks to the Italy incident; a trauma that seems like a distant fairytale, his scar becoming a thin line over his abdomen in his forties. He lays on the hospital bed the same way his younger self did. His fear is the same too, Maka has already gone ahead, her soul gently tugs on the line, coaxing his.

I wanna live with you
Even when we're ghosts
'Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

"Soul!" Her voice echoes across the plain of light, young and strong as she once was.
His voice sounded young to his own ears, "Maka!" Spinning around, Soul dashed to the end of their connection. Her white dress stood out against the lighted ground, other souls drifted upwards around them, having already reunited with whom they waited for. Her strong smooth arms clutched his white shirt, he buried his face in her dirty blonde hair.

I'm gonna love you till
My lungs give out
I promise till death we part like in our vows
So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows
Finally it's just you and me till we're grey and old

Admitting that he loved the classical music his family was known for, would force him to admit that his music taste was the same as the flat-chested girl in front of him.
He rubbed his hand, remember how her small strong one fit, "So! As of today, we're partners, huh Soul?" She beamed at him. Ignoring the odd feeling in his heart he gave a tiny smile of his own,
"Yeah, Cool. Partners."

Just say you won't let go
Just say you won't let go
Just say you won't let go
Oh, just say you won't let go