You and Andrew were at a big party with toms of people.

In the next morning you woke up with a slight headache and felt that you're a bit hangover from last night.

You open your eyes to see you laying in a bed, while Andrew buttons his blouse and you immediately panic a bit.

He spoke up before you could open your mouth. “How do you feel?", he asked and turns to you with a slight smirk, that almost vanished comepletely as he saw the worry in your eyes.

“Don't worry...", he begins, as he starts to walk over to the bed where you're sitting. He leans in and kisses your forehead, while he puts a strand behind your ear. „You fell asleep yesterday and I carried you here", he explained and got a pill bottle from the table. „Painkillers?"