Hozier Imagines

Just A Hobby (Hozier Fluff)

A/N: Well hello there! Long time no see! So this is like an excessively dramatic Andrew-meets-your-parents thing, and it's probably bad. Let me know!

You wake up to sunlight streaming through the window. Normally, you would grumble and pull a pillow over your head, but today is a very special day! You carefully wiggle out from under Andy's arm and slide out of bed, bouncing down the stairs to make breakfast.

***

You hear heavy footsteps as your groggy boyfriend stumbles down the stairs. "Babe," he groans. "It's eight in the morning."

"I know!" you exclaim. "I was excited! We have to get on the road in a few hours anyway!" He shoots you a glare, but can't keep a straight face. Shaking his head and chuckling, he crosses the kitchen and pecks you on the lips. "You're crazy," he says, taking a seat at the counter and grabbing a plate of eggs and toast.

You can understand his initial grumpiness. He's been touring forever, it seems like, and running on less than four hours of sleep a day constantly.

"So," you say, plopping down next to him and taking a sip of orange juice. "Are you excited?"

"What do you think? I'm going to meet my girlfriend's parents! I'm terrified!"

You laugh. "I think you'll be okay. They'll be nice. Probably." He grins, but you can tell he's still nervous. "Ready to pack up?" he gets to his feet, grabbing your dishes and taking them to the sink.

"Yep!"

***

You're dressed comfortably for the four-hour drive, in skinny blue jeans, a gray hoodie, and your favorite pair of red Converse high-tops. You have your hair up in a messy bun. You take out your phone and shoot a quick text to your dad saying that you're getting on the road.

"Babe!" Andy calls from downstairs. "Coming!" you yell back. Grabbing your suitcase and backpack, you pull on a jacket and go down to the car, throwing the suitcase into the trunk and sliding into the passenger seat next to Andy. He looks adorable (as usual), with black skinny jeans and combat boots topped off with his classic red flannel. His bun looks better than yours, sadly, but not surprisingly. "Hey there," he says with a smile, looking over at you. "I missed you." You laugh. "I was upstairs."

"I know," he says. "It was horrible."

"I love you."

"I love you too," he replies. "But what am I gonna do if they don't like me?" You smile. He's so sweet. "Baby...you're gonna do great. They're gonna love you!"

"I hope so." He's quiet for a moment. "And we're definitely not having sex over there, right?" You roll your eyes. "Start the car, Andy!"

"Okay, good...because that would be weird...and bad...and..." You interrupt him by kissing him hard, pulling his face to yours. He puts his hands on your cheeks, and you reach for the buttons at the top of his flannel, because you could be an hour late because of traffic, and... "Mmph." He pulls away reluctantly. "We should go." He twists the keys in the ignition, and the car rumbles to life. You groan. "How will I ever survive?"

***

"Y/N? Baby, we're here," Andy murmurs softly, kissing your forehead. You rub your eyes, stretching your arms high above your head. You step out of the car, and Andy grabs your backpack. "You don't have to - "

"No, I got it," he insists. "Makes me look like a gentleman, right?" Smiling, you slip your hand into his and walk up to the door. You realize you're a bit nervous yourself but dismiss it. They're gonna love him. How could anyone not?