Tour was getting exhausting. He loved the singing and all the people, seeing all his fans and getting to see the different place’s he’s been before that have changed over time… but he missed his family back home. And he missed you. He was losing his mind missing you.

He didn’t just miss you mentally. He missed you physically. He missed feeling your body and holding your hand. He also missed the.. sexual aspect of the physical touch. It was driving him mad. And sure, he’d called you once or twice, had a moment to himself and you in a hotel room, but it wasn’t the same.

He would usually just call regularly, but since he’s getting worse, he’s resorted to FaceTiming you and going through the motions that way. But of course, you had to take it a step further.

You had gotten a few sets of lingerie a while back. Things Andrew had already seen you in. Things you know work on him. And so… you decide to send him a few little gifts over text. You took the time to set up a camera and actually go through the motions of filters and editing and all that, having a boudoir-style photo shoot and sending those to Andrew. Nothing was exposed by any means. Just suggestive positions that you knew would tease Andrew.

And of course, the moment he had gotten them, he nearly choked on his tea, causing some of his band mates to question what caused it, to which he brushed it off. He sent you a hurried text, all caps, of course, bearing typos,

I AM INTHFE MIDFLE OF REHEARSK”

You only giggled and sent back a short,

Oops 🤭

His next message didn’t come until at least midnight, when he was presumably at his hotel. Night for him, sure, but it wasn’t just starting morning for you, barely seven AM. Which is why it was a nice awakening to see what Andrew had sent you, making you sit up and wake up nearly instantly, he sent a photo back,

Can you send more, please?