Andrew Siwicki Imagines

He's drunk - 4

Written on June 5th, 2020.

*Andrew's pov/flashback*
I had gotten really drunk at Shane's house, it was his 31st birthday and I originally wasn't going to drink a lot that night, but one glass of whiskey turned into 4 and then one shot turned into 6. And the next thing I know, I'm in an Uber going home. Y/n didn't come since she was busy with meetings all day, she gave her birthday wishes to shane and apologized a million times, regardless of Shane saying that it was okay, and assured him that I would be bringing her present for his birthday to his house, which i did. And now here I am.

*Y/n's pov*
I just got home from spending the night at Damian and Amber's apartment last night, since I was editing and answering emails until 4am, we both thought it was best that I stayed there for the night. I unlocked the door and closed it, then turned around to see Andrew sprawled out on the couch, completely out cold. Which I'm assuming is an end of the night or morning before. I kind of just stand there looking at him until the idea pops in my head about taking a picture of him to show him when he's awake later on, so I do so. And a boomerang on Instagram to post and show his drunken state for all of our supporters to see. (A/N: I call "fans" "supporters" because I hate the word fans for some reason). And since he is literally almost completely off of the couch, I decide to wake him up and bring him to bed so he's more comfortable for the day of sleep ahead of him.

"Andrew, Baby, wake up" not even a sound "Andy, wake up bub" he groans, but doesn't move "Andrew Siwicki" I say trying not to be loud. He then tries to sit up but gets a head rush and lays back down. "Andrew baby, you're going to fall off of the couch if you don't get up" "but I have a pounding migraine" "I know baby, but we need to get you in bed" "if I cooperate will you cuddle me?" "Yes I will." He mumbles a quick 'okay' and then stands up at a slow pace, so he doesn't fall again. And then we slowly make our way to the bedroom. He collapses on the bed and as soon as his face hits the pillow he's out like a light.

"Oh, my Andrew...."

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Short but sweet haha, hope you enjoyed this one. It was quite fun to write, and very fun to imagine Andrew being drunk. Haha, anyways, love you all. <3

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