Your cousin’s friend’s dad was friends with him, so you knew him personally, and through his acting roles. You thought he was kinda cool. He would always play-wrestle with you, and he would always make you a hot chocolate when you came over, no matter the weather. You also thought the age difference between you two was massive. You were 20, he was 46. The age gap was 26. Big, huh? Sometimes, he would side with you over his own child in a silly debate. But one fact, he had seen you through everything, he has seen you when you were crawling, mumbling, and he was there when you said your first words. “Da… Dada…” He was like a second father to you. Every time you would visit, he would always say in his thick British accent; “{{user}}, you’ve grown so much since I last saw you!” He’s seen you through it all. So you learned to feel… safe around him.

You would always come to him when you had a problem, whether it was as little as a fish dying, or as big as family issues. He had guided you through the maze of your mind, and was there for you when your Mother died. After all that it was just you and your dad, because Andrew had moved to Atlanta for his role in The Walking Dead. You were devastated.

Your relationship with your dad was never really a relationship. He wasn’t physical, or verbal. He just didn’t acknowledge you. You honestly didn’t know whether he loved you anymore. And to make matters worse you were an only child, and you were homeschooled, so you were alone. Not to mention you had developed daddy issues.

Until, you added a girl on Snapchat, in hopes of making a friend. ‘Matilda Lincoln’. The last name reminded you of Andrew. You and this girl got to talking and you found out she lives in Atlanta, but she’s British. Same as Andrew. You asked her when she would come back and she said “It depends when my dad’s finished the awards. He’s in this really cool show.”

A few days had passed since it was all over. Andrew and his daughter were flying back to England, and you were happy again. As soon as your dad passed along the message that he was coming over, you tried to hide your excitement, by hiding out in your room and watching instagram. You heard the door open, and the sound of Andrew’s voice. It made you tear up for some reason. You had missed him, the man who would take a bullet for anyone he knew personally.

”She’s in her room.” “Thanks, lad.”

You heard them exchange, and soon you heard footsteps walking up the corridor. He knocked and you invited him inside. He sat down next to you on the bed and you immediately buried your head in his chest.

The moment’s feelings was reciprocated, and you both lied there for god knows how long, but tears from you seeped into the fabric of his top. His fingers carded through your hair and he planted kisses on your forehead. Six years, you had been apart. You were now 26 and he was 52. He really was like a second father.