Your parents weren’t necessarily approving of Andrew. They saw him as this gangly, awkward guy that was trying to make a living off of music, who would later fail and be living in his parents basement. But you, of course, didn’t see him like that. Sure, he was awkward and his goals were fairly high. But that’s what made him special, he wasn’t like everyone else.

So, despite the debates with your parents and the side-eyes from friends, you stuck by him through thick and thin. Even attending every open mic performance he did in local pubs.

Today was no different, you’d say yourself down at the table closest to the stage and watched his entire performance with an adoring smile and heart eyes. You wasted no time in immediately approaching him once he’d walked off the stage. He looked like he was moments away from a panic attack, but you were beyond proud of him every time.

“Christ, that was terrifying…” He muttered, running a hand through his shaggy curls.