Plot: Andrew has doubts about where him and Y/N stand after their first date and kiss.
Word Count: ~1.6k
Andrew’s POV
I opened my eyes after she pulled away from me, breaking the kiss. We both needed to come up for air. It was the first ‘first kiss’ I’d had in years, and probably the best first kiss I’d ever had. Her lips were soft and they meshed perfectly with my own. They tasted sweet. She looked up at me, smiling. She was smiling with her entire face. Her eyes were sparkling, and her nose was scrunched the tiniest bit. She was magic. This moment was perfect. I wanted it to last forever. There was a beautiful, sweet, smart, funny girl with her arms wrapped around my waist, and I was holding her perfect face in my hands. I had just kissed her lips for the very first time, and they were incomparable. I had to do it again. I leaned down again, craning my neck in an attempt to make her lips easier to reach.
“Wait,” she said, putting her hand on my chest, stopping me. Dammit.
“What’s wrong, love?”
“I don’t want you to keep straining your neck,” she said, with a giggle. She bit her lip and looked up at me. It’s so sexy when she does that.
“It’s fine. I’m used to having to bend down.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s comfortable!”
“I mean, it’s not, but it’s fine.”
She gestured towards the bed. “Sit down.”
I swallowed, unsure of where this was going. I sat down, and she straddled me. “Is this better?,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I managed to get out. I could barely speak, but luckily I didn’t have to. She gently gripped my face and kissed me. I moved my hands to her waist and kissed her back. I couldn’t believe this was happening. When I woke up this morning, I planned on calling her and asking her out the way I’d practiced, but I would have never guessed the night would end like this. I figured we’d have dinner and she’d tell me afterward that she wasn’t interested and I’d be in my hotel room getting drunk alone and hating myself for making things weird between us. Stop overthinking. Don’t fuck this up, Andrew. We kept kissing like that. Hungry for each other, kissing each other passionately, but not too aggressively. She pulled away and stared at me. “You’re gorgeous,” I said without thinking.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling shyly. She was so cute.
“Is something wrong?”
“No. I’m just really tired, but I don’t want this night to end yet.”
“Me neither. We can just cuddle if you want?,” I offered. I hoped that wasn’t weird. Do people cuddle on a first date? Does she know that this is supposed to be a date? Of course she does...right?
“That sounds amazing. I just want to be close to you. I hope that’s not weird” she said.
“It’s not. Not at all,” I said, reaching up to stroke her hair. “I want that too.”
“You’re so sweet,” she said, giving me another short kiss before climbing up off me. “Can we get under the covers? I’m gonna get cold.”
“Yeah, yeah of course,” I said, happy to oblige.
“Thank you, baby.”
I felt warm inside when she called me that. “I’m just gonna change. These dress clothes aren’t exactly ideal for cuddling, you know,” I said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, me too. I’m gonna get out of this blouse and these tight ass jeans.”
I smiled and went into the bathroom to change into my pajamas. When I came out, she was under the covers. She smirked and said: “Hurry up!, ”patting my side of the bed.
I got in next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. I realized that she’d stripped down to her underwear. I felt honored that she felt that comfortable with me. “Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“This is the best date I’ve ever been on, and I really really like you. I just needed to tell you that.”
She picked up my hand and kissed it. “Me too, baby.”
We fell asleep just like that. We didn’t need to say anything else. The silence between us was comfortable. It said all that needed to be said. She got me so well. It’s going to hurt so damn bad when she leaves.
Your POV
You were woken up the next morning by the rays of sunshine that shone through the curtains. What was it about hotel rooms that made them so unnaturally bright in the mornings? Despite being awakened against your will after a late night, you felt well-rested. You looked around the room, taking in the banal hotel decor. You wished you were in Andrew’s actual room, so you could get a feel for how he usually lived. You wondered what his room in his house looked like. Were his walls bare? Did he have pictures from the tours he’d been on there? Did he let his dog sleep in his bed? Was his nightstand bare or cluttered? Did he need to close his closet doors before bed like you did?
You slowly turned over and so you could look at him. His arm was still around your waist. You admired the details of his face as he slept: his thick, perfectly shaped eyebrows; his pretty, soft, pink lips, his high, prominent cheekbones, his ginger beard, and long eyelashes. The v-neck of the t-shirt he’d worn to bed allowed some of his chest hair to show. He was absolutely beautiful, and you felt lucky. He looked so peaceful. It was nice to see him like this. The life he lived required him to be constantly occupied with something, whether it be writing, recording, producing, touring, or planning any of those things. You’d never seen him just be.
You closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy the moment, trying to remember it forever. You never wanted to forget it. Laying in bed with this stunning, sweet man who had his arm around you while you faced him after falling asleep together at the end of a perfect date. You didn’t want him to wake up. So of course, he did.
He groaned. “Morning, gorgeous.”
Your face got warm. He’d called you beautiful or even stunning before, but until now he’d always seen you all done up. You’d wiped off your makeup while he was changing, not wanting to stain his white pillowcases. You smiled at him shyly. “Good morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?”
“Fucking amazing,” he said, his voice husky and his accent heavy. He sounded obscenely sexy.
You laughed. “Me too.”
“And why might that be?,” he asked, stroking your face. You were realizing how much he liked touching and being touched.
“I think you know why, Andy.”
“I do,” he laughed. “But, I want to hear you say it.”
“I had a really wonderful guy who I have really strong feelings for holding me. And we had one of the best kisses of my life before we went to bed. Now, why did you sleep “fucking amazing,” Mr. Byrne?”
“It’s Mr. Hozier-Byrne, and I slept fucking amazing because I had the most amazing woman I’ve ever known in my arms the entire time. And that made me feel more at peace than I’ve felt in a really long time.”
You weren’t expecting an answer like that. And that made me feel more at peace than I’ve felt in a really long time. It hurt to hear him say that. Why hadn’t he felt at peace before? It made your heart feel full to know that you could make him feel better, but you wanted him to always feel okay, not just when he was holding you. You put your hand on his face. “What do you mean, my darling?”
“It- it was just ehm, nice to be with someone. It’s been a while. My career makes it really hard to have a relationship, and it gets lonely sometimes. I get lonely sometimes. And I know that this will probably just be a one-weekend thing, but I’m just gonna enjoy it while it lasts. I really like you, and I’d rather have some of you than have none of you, you know? Even though its gonna hurt like hell when it ends...it always does.”
Your heart broke. “You don’t want a relationship with me? You made it seem like you wanted to be my boyfriend or something.” You knitted your eyebrows in confusion and hurt. A lot was going through your mind right now. The hurt you felt was for you and him. You hated that he felt so lonely, and you hated that he felt that the two of couldn’t have a relationship.
“No, honey. That’s not what I’m saying. I want this to go somewhere. I do want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be mine so fucking badly. But I- this life that I live- I just don’t know how long any relationship we have will last once I’m back on the road. And I want to be upfront about that. And I figured that once I was, you’d run.”
Your hand was still on his face. You’d moved it closer to his ear so he could talk. “Andrew, I’m not going anywhere. What we have is already so special. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I knew what you did for a living and what that demands of you when I fell for you. And guess what? I still want this. Don’t be so scared of this not working out that you don’t even let me give us a chance, baby,” you pleaded. You stared deeply into his green eyes. They were shining, tears threatening to spill over. Before you could say anything else, he pulled you closer and kissed you.
“No one’s ever promised to stick around before,” he whispered, his eyes still shining.
“Well, I’m different, Andrew,” you said, pressing your forehead to his, and stroking his cheek with your thumb. “This is different.”
