Andy walked me to his hotel. I somehow managed to forget that he was famous. He's staying at a luxury five star hotel and I can't help but awe.
"Is this really your life?"
"What hotels? Yea. I stay in them quite often actually."
"No not the hotel, the luxury. The money. The fans that run you out of nandos."
"Well, yea. It's been my life for the past few years."
"You don't sound happy about that." I noted.
"I am...But it's been really lonely. What's the point of living the dream life if there's no one to live it with."
"But aren't there always thousands of people surrounding you?"
"There's a difference between being alone and being lonely." We got in the elevator and sat in silence as it rose up.
"I'm sorry that you had to live like that."
"No don't be. I shouldn't have said anything in the first place. I should be more great full of what I have. Some people would die to be In my place."
"Don't be sorry. You worked for it you deserve it."
"Do I though?"
"Yes." Even with the crappy songs he sings, and the abundance of autotune, he deserves his success. In one day I was able to learn so much about him. On our way to the hotel he opened up to me. Telling me his father left him when he was young, and he was an only child. He told me about his first song he wrote, and how bad it was. He even told me how he found out he was bi.
"So you get the bed and I get the floor?" He suggest.
"No this is your hotel, you should get the bed."
"Your the guest though."
"We could always both sleep in the bed."
"We can talk about it when were going to bed."
"Deal."
"is there anything you want to do?"
"Nothing that comes in mind, you?"
"We can continue the song we were working on?"
Be nods and gets up to great his guitar. "So while you were in the bathroom I had an idea for the bridge."
"Ok, go for it."
"He walked me home late at night. Stopped by my door right by my side. He looked at me, I looked at him. He said 'I don't know what happened to you, what you've done, or what you've been through, but I can tell you lost.' He said 'I can tell you push people out, in order to try and protect yourself. I'm telling you that won't work with me." he stopped out of breath. Each word increased in speed and passion, and it drew me closer to him.
"It's amazing." After a moment of hesitation I ask him "Can I ask you something?"
He moves his head in a slight nod, refusing to make eye contact. I, not so subtly, move closer to him on the bed.
"Was it based on a true story?"
He shakes his head.
"Do you wish it was?" He takes a second to answer but reluncticly nodded his head.
He shakes his head, still looking any where but me. I take his face in my hand causing him to blush. "Can we make it true?" Our faces are only inches apart, and I want so badly to kiss him right then in there, but I don't know if he likes me.
He answers my thought and kissed me first. It was a pure, innocent kiss. That is until I slipped my tongue in his mouth and laid him down on the bed. I was on top of him, refusing to break the kiss. Breathing got the best of us and we were forced to break apart. Not a second later, my lips were back on his. My hand traveled down to his jeans, wanting them off.
"No." He said and I stopped kissing him. I sat up, bringing him up with me. "I-I don't think I'm ready for that."
I smiled and told him that it was ok, that I understood. I don't know if he believes me though.
"Want to get ready for bed?" I ask.
"Yea."
"Are we sharing?" I say with a smirk plastered on my face.
His face formed a smirk as well when he said "Yea."
A couple minutes later, we were both in pj's ready to sleep.
"Want to watch a movie?"
"Sounds good, you choose. I'm going to go brush my teeth."
I find a cute Christmas movie 'the Princess Switch' and get it ready. Andy comes out and laid in bed next to me.
We got five minutes into the movie without any physical contact or anything, seeing as the bed was pretty big. But all that ended when Andy asked for cuddles, and how can I say no to that?
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That Beautiful Being
FanfictionRANDY Andy is the biggest heartthrob of the world. Rye is his studio manager. A twelve days of Christmas story with not much to do with Christmas. Completed