Sleeping with the lead singer wasn’t necessarily what you had planned when you initially joined the band. Especially since he was a whole seventeen years older than you. However, he wasn’t cocky and rude like most popular male lead singers would be. He was genuinely the most kindhearted person with the sweetest soul you could come across.

So when the rest of the band had left the tour bus to explore the city you’d stopped in, the two of you decided to crack open a couple beers, one thing led to another and you suddenly ended up in his bed. Breaths mingling, skin on skin, air thickening.

Given that Andrew was far more experienced than you and had a shorter recovery time, he’d pressed a kiss to your forehead before getting up to retrieve you a water bottle to help restore your energy and hydration, soon returning with said water bottle in hand.

“We don’t have a show tonight, so you don’t have to worry about rushing to recover. But, Alex just texted to say that everyone is on their way back.” He started, sitting himself on the edge of the bed before pushing his curls out of his face.