Chapter 9: I’ll be there for you
The pounding, throbbing headache assaulted Andrew as soon as he opened his eyes. He groaned, rolling onto his back as sunlight poured into the room. Sunlight? His room had blackout curtains.
At first, he had no idea where he was.
Patting his hand around, he couldn't feel anyone else in the bed with him, and he couldn't find his glasses either. The sheets were soft, and felt expensive under his fingertips. He was still wearing his clothes from yesterday, so at least he hadn't fucked up that way. As he tried to see around him, he began to take in the cool tones of the room without being able to see the finer details, and relief flooded his system.
He was at Maxwell's house.
Thank god.
Relieved that even if he had fucked up, he was at least at a friend's house, he ran his fingers through his hair on a sigh.
"Are you finally awake, sleeping beauty?" Maxwell's dry, lilting voice filled his ears and Andrew couldn't help but smile.
"Awe, you think I'm beautiful?" He shot back and he heard Maxwell tsk.
"Keep it up, and I'll turn on the big light." Maxwell threatened, and Andrew winced.
"I'll be quiet. Please don't hurt me." Andrew backed down easily, and Maxwell chuckled. Feeling gentle hands on his shoulders, Andrew opened his eyes and narrowed them to see Maxwell in a little more detail. He was in a suit already, but carried with him a glass of what he assumed was water.
"I won't, so sit up. I have some water and medication for you to help with your hangover that you no doubt have. I tried to get you to eat last night, but you were far more interested in other things to eat enough to satisfy me." Andrew, who had been halfway up, paused, his arms under him.