Londy One Shots

You Keep Me Sane 💀🥺

Lonny hummed along to Stevie Nicks as he cooked, steam billowing from the bubbling pot on the stove, freshly boiled pasta in a drainer next to the sink waiting to be drowned in sauce, and the smell of garlic filling the air as Lonny washed some spinach to make a salad to go on the side. It wasn't anything special, just some spaghetti, but it was more than enough for the guitarist seeing as it was just for him.

It was a quiet evening, and Lonny had just gotten home from playing at a local club for a birthday party so taking the time to cook for himself so he could unwind and relax was perfect.

He checked his phone for the thousandth time that day, but still the were no messages from a certain frontman from a particular band.

Lonny and Andy have been talking for a little over a month now, and have met up a few times as well, whether it be Lonny coming to a show, or them meeting up somewhere while Andy had a day off, they tried their best to make whatever this was work.

The sex was spectacular for lack of a better word, whether he topped or bottomed, Andy was consistently the best sexual partner Lonny's ever had. Each encounter left him desperate for more, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it. Lonny has never been so physically attracted to anyone in his life, and no one has ever been able to satisfy him like Andy does.

They weren't together together, but it was very obvious that neither were interested in seeing other people, so it was only a matter of time before they made things official.

It wasn't like they were constantly talking, but Andy being completely radio silent all day did make Lonny concerned. What if something was wrong? Everything was fine last night when Andy had texted him to let him know he had gotten home safely. He looked at the last text Andy had sent him.

Batman: 'just left LAX, I'll call you tomorrow since it's so late 🖤'

Everything seemed fine, there were no indications that Andy was upset or sick or anything like that.

Lonny had already texted him three times, in the past two hours. At first he had thought it was nothing more than the singer sleeping in after a brutal tour cycle, but now- even with the time differences- Lonny couldn't excuse his lack of communication anymore, and frankly he was starting to get scared.

The guitarist nearly jumped out of his skin when a knock at the front door broke him from his thoughts.

"Who the hell-?" Lonny mumbled, moving the sauce off the stove eye, and turned it off before he went to his front door.

He looked through his peephole, and froze at a familiar mess of black hair and a hoodie that looked eerily similar to one that he had 'accidentally' left with-.

Lonny pulled the door open and was met with a sight that broke his heart, and terrified him all at once.

Andy stood there in the hoodie in question, black joggers, and an old t-shirt that he had probably owned for years. His hair was a wreck, sticking up in odd angles and hanging in his face... God, his face.

His eyes were swollen from what had to have been hours of crying, his nose red and raw, and a new stream of tears sprung forth the moment he layed eyes on Lonny.

"Oh my God! Andy what-." Lonny couldn't even finish his sentence, at a loss for words as he stared at the singer.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't- I didn't- I needed someone and I-." Andy choked out, his voice hoarse and small as he struggled to get the words out, worrying Lonny even more.

"Chris is dead." He finally managed to say, the words making him fall apart once again. Andy had been crying on and off all day ever since he woke up to the phone call informing him that one of his dearest friends was gone forever.