Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1898

Author's Note: Good news, I finally managed to get some writing done amidst everything that's happening! I decided to do this as a little surprise/bonus post since I know a lot of people are invested in Holding On To You right now, but I wanted to start getting people's requests posted as well! Also, if you would like to hear Tyler actually sing Build Me Up Buttercup, there are videos on YouTube and it's in the Beyond the Video for House of Gold!

You drummed your fingers along your collarbone as you stared up at the ceiling. Your chest was rising and falling steadily as you carefully measured your breaths, hoping that it would somehow wipe away the cloud that seemed to be hanging over your mind. It had been twenty minutes of this same pattern and you had yet to feel any different.

"That's it," you muttered as you pushed yourself up from the couch. "I'm going on a drive."

Your keys were still sitting in a jumbled heap from where you had tossed them down after arriving home from running errands yesterday. You quickly scooped them up, grabbed a jacket from the hall closet, and walked out the front door.

There was frost on the window as you climbed into the car, only adding another layer to the frustration that you were feeling. Still, you stuck the key in the ignition and turned the air on full blast, hoping that it wouldn't be long before you could actually see out the windshield.

While the window defrosted, you scrolled through your phone and found some music that might help you feel a little better. You eventually settled on a song that you and Tyler always sang together; it never failed to bring up good memories when you listened to it. The window was finally beginning to clear up, so you pulled out of the driveway and out onto the street. Hopefully Tyler would be home by the time that you returned.

You absentmindedly drummed your fingers along the steering wheel as you drove through the streets of Columbus. The beauty of the city never failed to amaze you, despite the fact that you and Tyler had been living here for close to five years now. Going on the same drive through the city streets never seemed to get old.

Unfortunately, driving didn't have the same appeal today. The music just seemed like dull background noise as you looked at the same buildings that you drove past almost daily. There was nothing particularly special about this drive that you were on, and you were beginning to wonder why this had ever worked as a way to cheer you up in the first place.

With a sigh, you pulled into a nearby parking lot and turned around. There was no point in wasting gas if it wasn't going to help you feel any better, right?

You pulled into the driveway and shut the car off. There had to be some other way for you to cheer yourself up; at this point, you were willing to try anything that would cheer you up for even a few minutes. It didn't help that Tyler had still yet to get home from his meetings, meaning that you would still be stuck trying to cheer yourself up.

You tossed your jacket back into the closet and immediately headed upstairs. There was only one more thing that you could think of that might finally get you out of this slump. If that didn't work, then you would have to accept your bad mood and wait for it to go away. That, or hopefully Tyler would be home soon with some ideas to make you feel better.

You grabbed the basket of bath bombs from under the sink while the tub filled with warm water. Tyler was always sure to keep plenty of bath soaks and scented candles in the bathroom for you to use whenever you needed them. He knew that it was one of the few things that always seemed you calm you down or cheer you up, especially when he was away on tour and unable to physically be there for you.

You decided on a fruity scented one and tossed it unceremoniously into the tub. It began to fizzle and spread colors throughout the water. You stood frozen for a moment, mesmerized by the patterns, until you realized that the water needed to be shut off before the entire tub overflowed.

The water was warm as you stepped into it, but not too hot that it was unbearable. Your muscles instantly began to relax as they became submerged, and for a moment you forgot about all the thoughts that had been swirling in your head all morning. It wasn't long before they all came rushing back, once again plaguing your mind.

You ended up spending close to half an hour soaking in the tub, just listening to music and scrolling casually through your phone. The water eventually started to grow cold and you decided it was long past time you get out of the bath. It had been nice to soak in the warm water for awhile, although your mood didn't seem to have improved at all.

As soon as you dried off, you pulled on one of Tyler's shirts and headed downstairs. You had just reached the bottom of the stairs when you heard someone unlocking the front door. Panic washed over you for a moment before you realized it was probably only Tyler arriving home from his meetings.

The door swung open, revealing Tyler carrying a multitude of bags on his arms. You quickly rushed over and took some of them from him, which he seemed thankful for.

"Hey," he smiled.

"What's all this?" you asked.

He shook his head, "Merch prototypes, paperwork, concert stuff to review. You name it, it's probably in here."

You followed Tyler into the office where he began to stack all of the bags into the corner.

"But the meetings were good?" you asked as you handed him a bag.

"Yeah, we got a lot of stuff done. You know me, though. I would have rather spent the morning here with you."

He turned around and gave you a quick kiss. A smile crossed your face for a moment, but it was quick to fade away. Tyler didn't seem to notice.

"How has your morning been?" he asked as he walked out of the office. You followed him.

"Um, it's been ok, I guess."

Tyler stopped walking and turned to face you. His eyebrows were furrowed.

"You know I don't believe that for a second."

You sighed. There was no way Tyler would let you just brush this entire situation off.

"My morning has been awful, and it seems like no matter what I try to do to feel better, I always end up in the same spot."

"You tried your favorite movie?"

"Yeah."

"And you went on a drive?"

"Uh huh."

"Did you take a bath?"

"Ty, trust me, I tried everything."

He sighed and rubbed a hand along the back of his neck, "There has to be something we can do to help you feel better. Do you want me to grab my uke?"

"I don't think it's going to help," you shrugged. "Nothing else has worked."

"Then we'll find a way to make it work."

"We really don't have to. I can just ride this out. I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow."

"Absolutely not," Tyler said, taking hold of your hand. "I don't want to see you spend the rest of today miserable."

You allowed Tyler to pull you towards the music room, as reluctant about this entire plan as you were. He sat you down in a chair and then crossed the room to grab his ukulele from its spot. Just being with Tyler had already made you feel a little better, but you were still far from feeling ok.

"Alright, we need to make this special," Tyler muttered, more to himself than anything.

He was wandering around the room, obviously lost in thought as he tuned his ukulele. You watched him as you absentmindedly swayed from side to side in the chair.

"I've got it," he smiled after a few minutes of contemplation. "Come on."

You sighed as you got out of the chair and followed Tyler back into the living room. He stopped right in the middle of the room.

"What are we doing?" you asked.

"Put your hands on my shoulders."

"What?"

"Put your hands on my shoulders. You know, like when we slow dance."

"Why?"

"It's all part of the plan."

"Ok," you said, although you still weren't really sure what was going on.

Tyler began to strum on his ukulele and you instantly recognized the opening chords of the song. It was the song that had been playing when you first met and, coincidentally, one of your favorite songs. Tyler began to sway a little as he played his uke, prompting you to do the same.

It was hard not to laugh as you thought of how dorky the two of you must look from an outside perspective. Tyler noticed this, but he just continued to play the song with a smile on his face. You began to loosen up a little and sway a bit more.

"There's that smile that I love," Tyler said once he finished the song.

"Who knew that slow dancing in the living room would be so effective?"

"Me," he grinned before giving you another kiss. "Do you want me to play another song?"

"I would love that."

"Ty!" you laughed as he went jumping over the back of the couch.

"What?" he grinned as he landed somewhat gracefully.

"Be careful!"

"Sorry, I just got really into it," he laughed.

You and Tyler had spent the last two hours singing and dancing to any song that you could think of. The worries that had plagued your mind throughout the morning were long gone, now replaced with song lyrics and watching Tyler's stunts in the living room.

"We should probably make dinner soon," you said with a glance at the clock. "I'm getting hungry... and tired."

Tyler stuck out his bottom lip, "Can I play you one more song?"

"One more," you said, although you would willingly listen to him play music for as long as he would let you.

"Ok, come over here and sit."

You took a seat on the couch across from Tyler.

"I don't know if this really qualifies as a love song, but I still want to play it for you," he said.

You sat and listened intently as Tyler played Build Me Up Buttercup for you. It was impossible to keep the smile off of your face as he smiled like an idiot throughout the entire performance. He bit his lip as he played the final chord and looked up at you.

"I love you, buttercup," he smiled.

"I love you too, darling," you giggled.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips. You should have known that Tyler would be able to cheer you up in an instant, no matter how bad you had been feeling.

"Let me go put this away and then we can start dinner," he said.

"Ok."

"So, are you feeling any better?" Tyler asked as he returned from putting his uke away.

"Much better, thanks to you," you smiled.

"That's what I like to hear," he said.

You stood up and joined Tyler in the kitchen. He immediately wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side as some form of a hug.

"Thank you so much, Ty."

"I would do anything just to see you smile."

You leaned against his shoulder and smiled, wondering how you had gotten lucky enough to find someone who loved you so much.