Band one shots

-(Y/N)'s P.O.V
I ordered my tenth shot of vodka. I tap my hand against the wooden bar. "Here you go miss." I thank the bartender and down my shot. Slamming the glass onto the counter, I walk out of the club. Luckily I find a bench and sit my drunken state down. I watch the cars voom past. A sigh escapes my lips and I bring my pack of cigarettes out from my back pocket and take one out. I fish for my lighter, and light one end of the 'death stick', before bringing it to my lips. I inhale the 'toxins'. I held it in for a few more seconds and exhale the smoke.
-Andy's P.O.V
I was out for a late night stroll to get things out of my mind, when I noticed my long time best friend (Y/N), sitting on a bench, smoking. I approach her, "Hey." I greet.
"Oh hey Andy, what's up?" (Y/N) slurred. I sighed, smelling the alcohol that was on her breath"Nothing... You've been drinking again, haven't you?" I ask, my voice full of concern.
"Noooo." She lies, carrying off the 'o'. I sigh.
"Come on, I'll take you back to mine." I wrapped one of my arms around her waist and stomach, my other arm around her shoulders to support (Y/N).
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By the time we got back to my house, (Y/N) sobered up slightly. I place her down on the couch. "You want anything to drink or eat?" I ask.
"No thanks." I nod and wander off into the kitchen to make I and her a coffee.
-(Y/N)'s P.O.V
Andy left to go into the kitchen, even though I said I didn't want anything. I stalked over to the stack of DVDs and picked out 'love actually (It's a romcom)' and popped the disk into the DVD player. After a minute, Andy comes back into the front room, hold two mugs of coffee. "I thought you hate romcoms." Andy stated.
"I do, but hey." I took one of the mugs from Andy and plopped back onto the couch and waited for the movie to begin to play.
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Half way through the movie, I decided to snuggle into Andy's side, after all, I normally do this when I get tired. "(Y/N)?"
"Yes?" I mumble as I yawn.
"I-I need t-to confess some-something." Andy sounded nervous, like really nervous; he never gets nervous. I made an expression to say 'go on'. "Um... (Y/N), I've l-liked you for a-a while, and, erm-" He was rambling on, so I decided to cut him short and smash my lips onto his.
The kiss wasn't rough or lustful, but slow and passionate. It was the best kiss I had ever had.
"I like you too, Andy." I smile at him.
"(Y/N), would you be mine?"
I nodded, "Of course I would Andy." And I sealed it off with a kiss.

Notes

Requested by HuntingWolvesInNarnia...

I know it's a bit shit /.\, but here you go!