bad idea - hozier

2. i think he knows

Liz was pacing now, wearing thin the hotel carpet across from where she'd made Andrew sit on the edge of her bed. Her laptop lay discarded next to him. "Why me?"

"I just–you're just always around." She could still remember how warm his lips were against her neck in the late winter cold.

She leveled him with a look. "It's my job to always be around."

He sighed. "I'm sorry."

She raised her eyebrows at him. They were dancing around it now.

He looked up at her. "For lying."

"It's a little late for that. I'm sure she's at least told her bandmates by now."

"Sorry."

"What if the fans find out? I am not built for tha–"

"They won–"

"Did you forget what happened with Lucy?"

He glared at her from under his lashes. "I didn't, no."

She took a step towards him, pointing her finger at his chest. "What if you meet someone?"

"I won't–no time."

"What if I meet someone?"

He scoffed. "You won't"

"You don't know that." She only then realized how close she had gotten to him.

He grabbed her wrist, using it to pull her down into sitting next to him. "I do."

At this, she couldn't help but laugh. She fell back onto the bed. He was still holding her hand.

When her hysterics died down, she leaned away from him slightly. "We can tell the band tomorrow, then." she said. "You should go. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He finally let go of her. Her hand was cold.