Look East | A Hozier Fanfiction |

7

"Do you ever worry he'll leave, though? That he'll get tired of following you around the world?" Molly asked.

"Sometimes. But when you've been through what we've been through, its hard to find a reason for him to want to leave. We've had fights and made up and he's been with me since the beginning. If he wanted to leave, sure I'd be upset - he's like my second brother. I can't imagine going on stage without him there on my left," he swirled his wine glass around. "But at the same time, I love him and I want him to be happy. So if he found something else that made him happier than following me around the world, as you put it, I'd definitely be happy for him."

"Do you guys usually spend a lot of time together when you're not on the road?"

"It just depends. He's got a life in Dublin and other things he's working on. So we don't usually have the time," he explained. "Plus when you're at home, you just want to enjoy the time you've got without reminders of the road."

"Have you ever tried dating someone while you've been on tour?" she asked, sitting back, her plate clear.

He blinked, trying to decide why she'd ask that question. "I - ehm - I don't think so, no." Was she asking out of curiosity or for some other purpose? "Its just never been easy to keep a relationship going while touring. Different cities and time zones and the demands on my time usually just make things fall apart. I mean, the last time I toured, it was for two-and-a-half-years, almost straight. No way could a relationship have survived that."

"But isn't Alex dating someone?" Molly asked.

"Yeah. But he doesn't have the same amount of demand on him that I do. He's not signing autographs after shows or doing photo shoots or interviews and all of that other shit. He has way more time than I do," Andrew explained. "Plus, when I'm on a break from the tour, it doesn't mean I'm not working. The rest of the band gets time off, but I'm usually still doing press for another week or so."

"It doesn't sound like a great life to me," she remarked. "I think I'd hate the level of isolation that must come along with all of that."

He shrugged. "Its a small price to pay to live my dreams, I suppose," he reasoned. He shifted in his seat. "What about your dreams, Molly? What do you want to do?"

"I'm not sure," she said, looking out across the pool.

"You had to have had a dream at some point when you were a kid," he needled. "Like, I wanted to be the red Power Ranger at one point."

She laughed. "I wanted to be a figure skater," she said slowly, still looking across the water. "When I was younger, I remember watching figure skating on TV and just being amazed by how these young women seemed to float across the ice with so much grace and ease."

"So why didn't you go for it?" he asked.

"Costs money. We didn't have the money for it," she answered, looking back at him. "So it would seem it was just a child's dream."

"I'm too tall to be a Power Ranger now anyways," he smirked, making her laugh.

"I don't think you'd be very good at it," she remarked. "You're like an Ent. Pretty easy target."

He burst out laughing, throwing his head back. "How do you think I feel? I literally outgrew my dreams."

Their laughter settled down and she looked at him across the table. Her eyes glittered in the candle light. "Do you want to go for a swim?" she asked.

"I didn't bring my swimmers," he said, looking at the water. "Won't it be cold?"

"Its heated," she replied, standing.