Make you mine |Randy|

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"Rye open the door, it's me" Andy pleaded for the millionth time, without an answer.

"Andy, go to sleep. I think he is sleeping" Robbie shouted from his bedroom.

Andy sighed before whispering against the door "If you wanna anyone to talk to, I understand what you are going through".

"Yeah because I caused it in the first place" Finally an answer, Andy thought.

"Rye, baby. Please open the door I just wanna see your pretty face" Andy closed his eyes as he laid his head against Rye's door.

"Andy, come on" Jack called out.

"No, Rye please let me see you. I won't be able to sleep".

Jack pulled Andy to his room, "You are drunk as fuck you will regret this in the morning, get you some sleep" Jack said as he covered Andy with his blanket.

"Fan, please" Andy yawned.

Jack smiled before turning the fan on and going to his own room.

Andy felt the mattress behind him dips, he looked at the clock and it read '4:47' he might be still slightly drunk but he is going to ignore it.

A pair of strong narrowly cold arms wrapped around him grabbing him closer to that strong masculine chest. The musk aroma filled his heart with love before it reached his nose "I love you" he mumbled.

He didn't hear an answer but he felt the arms tighten around him and he felt his nose against the back of his neck. "Rye, never let me go please" Andy pleaded.

"Shh, sleep, baby boy. I will always be there behind you, getting your back no matter what" Rye kissed the back of Andy's neck.

"I wanna see your face" Andy mumbled.

But those arms held him in place, he wasn't able to move a muscle so he gave in to sleep. He will not waste the chance of sleeping in Rye's arms again.

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The pain shot up Andy's body as soon as he opens his eyes. He winced. It blew up in his head with a blinding brightness. It made him giddy. He got up from his bed fast which was a bad idea; the discomfort was like arrows that had been in alcohol then tangled in his sore physique. He cursed under his breath. He looked around his room for a trace of Rye but found none. Failure swims through his dazed body, then it was his drunk thoughts after all huh?

He went to the bathroom showered and did all the stuff he needed to wake up. Dresses in nothing but joggers and a loose sleeveless shirt, he was in the mood for running.

He went downstairs grabbing a coffee,saying hi to the people who were in the kitchen having breakfast.

"You and Rye are going together?" Carol asked.

Andy frowned "No,why?".

"He went just few minutes ago said he was going in a run" Carol handed Jack the coffee he asked for.

Andy smiled to himself, they are mirroring each other's actions even without them thinking about it. He said goodbye before jogging his way out. Selecting his playlist, but a message stopped him.