You and Andrew had gotten into a rather heated argument earlier that day. The most you could remember was that it derived off of Andrew spending too much time on his music, that he barely even spent time with you anymore.

You’d never even think of depriving Andrew of his creative outlet, his literally job. But it was getting a bit ridiculous lately. He’d be spending most hours in the studio, or somewhere in the house playing guitar.

After arguments, no matter how small or little, Andrew would always tend to try and get back on your good side by sucking up to you, being all gentle and loving in attempt to gain forgiveness.

However, this time, you insisted on being alone, wanting to cool off and have time to think about the situation, or more or less forget about it…

It wasn’t until about an hour later that your phone pinged with two new notifications from Twitter. More specifically, from ‘@Hozier’ on Twitter.

Andrew.

Grudgingly, you opened your phone, cursing yourself for even being curious while you’re supposed to still be mad. But, either way, you were going to read the posts, and before you even had time to stop yourself, you were reading the first one.

@Hozier: My girl is mad at me.

Read the first tweet, followed up by a second one.

@Hozier: I hope I die.