I believe in you ( An Andy Biersack love fanfic with an OC)

Chapter 1

My old apartment was all messy and I clearly needed to clean it. I sighed with a bothered sound.

Before starting to clean up, I went to my laptop to see if there were new publications for apartments at Los Angeles. I wanted to move there so I could maybe find a rock band who would look for a singer or a screamer. Nothing seemed new, so I just stared at the screen hopelessly. I put music loud so I could finally clean my place up.

The song “Perfect Weapon” of Black Veil Brides started and I sang and screamed (yeah I did screamo) all the lyrics while I washed my dishes. I danced all around during the solo and that made me laugh. An alarm warned me that something had changed on the apartments web site, so I ran to see how it looked like. 

That was pretty tall : two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living room and two other rooms. The notice was written by a mister :

Hi there,

I look for a room mate. I’m a 22 years old dude, I don’t really need money, so if you can’t pay the price I ask for it’s alright. But I have a lonely request : I listen to heavy metal and rock shit, so if you’re one of those shitty popular douche bag fans, I’m clearly NOT for you.

So if you’d like to come see if you want to move on, call me.        

There was his phone number on the bottom of the notice.

That was so PERFECT! I grabbed my phone and dialed. He didn’t answer , so I left a message.

“Hello, I’m sorry I don’t know your name. Though, I’m interested by the apartment you published, so just call me back please. My name’s Hayley Winson. Thank you.”

I left my phone number and hung out. I started back my music and continued to clean.

** Andy’s P.O.V. **

I wanted someone with me at my apartment. That was so boring in here, I needed some life. And who knows, maybe a girl?

I posted an offer for a searched roommate for my apartment and closed my laptop. Anyway, I wasn’t going to have lots of calls with all the conditions I had put!

Lazy, I went to my bassist’s place to write songs.

** Hayley’s P.O.V. **

My cell phone ring tone woke me up. I grabbed it angrily.

“What?” I asked, irritated.

I heard a low laugh.

“Good morning. May I talk to Hayley Winson?”

“It’s me.”

“Hello, I return your call for the apartment. So, you’re interested?”

Oops!!

“Oh! Yes, I am. Sorry for the pathetic first impression, I guess that I screwed up my chances. You woke me up.

“That’s alright. Do you want to come visit the apartment?”

I wanted to, but I had a problem with that : I lived at three hours car ride long from Los Angeles.

“I want to, but I live far so just plan it few days before.”

“OK, so maybe Thursday night?”

“That is perfect for me. Thank you sir, see you Thursday.”

He thanked me and I hung up. Oh my god, I finally found an apartment! I hope that this one was all the way right.

** Andy’s P.O.V. **

Coming back at my place, I realized that I had a missed call on my phone. I didn’t know the number, but the person had left a vocal message so I listened it :