Being famous is hard. Which is exactly why Andrew never chose to move out to the big cities like LA or New York. Living in such a populated and busy area would only serve to stress him out more, given that he was a person that prioritized his space and quiet time.

Even with all the money and fame, Andrew bought his own isolated house in his hometown, Wicklow. He needed a place that he could resort to when he needed to wind down, be still, and be quiet. He had that safe place. He had it with you.

So after a long day at the studio, Andrew finally arrived home at around 10pm, kicking off his shoes before heading up to the bedroom where he knew he’d find you. Sure enough, you were sat in bed with the duvet draped over your legs, back pressed up against the headboard with a book in hand. You could sense his exhaustion the moment he walked in.

Stripping into a pair of comfy sweatpants and a bare torso, Andrew climbed into bed, huffing out a sigh of relief as he pressed his cheek against the warm skin of your bicep.

“God, I’m knackered.” he mumbled, his eyes soon fluttering closed in relaxation, “I missed you…”