A fun night out with friends. In other words ‘how do I avoid my boyfriend for the longest period of time possible?’ Thats how Andrew saw it, anyway.

You hadn’t been by his side all night. Always touching up makeup in the bathroom with the girls, getting lost in a crowd of people on the dance floor, or ‘accidentally’ letting a stranger buy you a drink.

Meanwhile, Andrew had been stuck talking to his mates about the football game that took place the day before, which he honestly couldn’t care less about.

“Guys, come take a picture!” Maeve coaxed with the wave of a hand. She was known for being the one to document everything on a night out, and to post pictures that she only looked good in at the expense of everyone else’s dignity.

Finally, you were back at his side (almost) as everyone huddled in to snap a photo. Andrew raised an arm, a silent request for you to tuck yourself into his side. However, you remained distanced. So distant that people would most likely assume that you didn’t even know each other.

With a quiet huff through his nose, Andrew took ahold of your forearm, pulling you into his side. His grip was gentle, but you could feel the bottled up tension in his fingertips as he leaned his head down beside your ear.

“Don’t do this here.” He murmured, just quiet enough to save from everyone else hearing him. The last thing he needed was a group of drunk Irish friends to find out about any sort of drama. They would be relentless.