We'll Be Each Other's Saviours

Chapter Seven

After Jinxx had finished cleaning up and bandaging my wounds, Ashley offered to show me back to my bunk. I was about to comply but Andy was suddenly there in between us.

"That's alright Ash, I got it," he said firmly, looking down at Ashley. Ash narrowed his eyes but nodded and brushed past us, heading for his own bunk.

I brushed the strange behavior between the two men off and followed Andy back into the bunk room after Ashley. I saw that each bunk had a built in privacy curtain so that you could change without the risk of being seen.

I also noticed that there was one vacant bunk, which was the one right below Andy's own.

He pulled the curtain fully out of the way and I saw that it was a decent sized single person bed with black sheets and a dark red comforter.

I threw my stuff on the floor next to it and sat down, holding my head in my hands. I felt the bed dip under Andy's weight as he sat down beside me and draped an arm over my shoulders.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sounding slightly concerned.

"It's just... I can't believe that this is actually happening to me. I'm so afraid that at any moment I'll wake up and find myself in bed back at my house, still fearing for my life every damn day," I replied tensely, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Well I can assure you that you're not dreaming. We'll keep you safe, Danni. Nothing bad will happen to you now that you're with us."

"I hope," was all I said in return. We sat in comfortable silence for the next couple of minutes, just enjoying each other's company. Andy eventually excused himself so that he could go get ready for bed.

"Oh, the bathroom is the first door on the left just outside the door that leads to the main room," he told me quickly before leaving.

I felt cold without Andy's warm body beside me, but I shook it off and stood up. I changed into my favorite Thor pajama pants and a black spaghetti strap tank top before grabbing my toiletries and making my way to the bathroom.

The door was closed and I was about to knock when I heard a muffled cry come from inside the bathroom. I set my supplies on the floor and gently knocked.

"Hello? Who's in there?" I asked slowly, becoming increasingly worried with each passing minute. It sounded like... No, it couldn't be. I was just with him a few minutes ago. He had been fine.

I kept hearing the muffled sobs and eventually decided that I wasn't getting into the bathroom without help.

I jogged back into the bunk room and stood outside Ashley's bunk. "Hey, Ashley? I need your help," I called through the privacy curtain.

He pulled it back and I kept my eyes on his face, trying not to focus on the fact that he was shirtless with only pajama pants on and I prayed to God that he was wearing boxers as well.

"And what can ol' Ash help you with my dear?" He asked, obviously taking my asking him for help the wrong way.

"There's someone in the bathroom and it sounds like they're crying pretty heavily. Ash... It sounded like Andy," I told him frantically.

Ashley immediately shot up and ran to the bathroom door. "Andy?!" He called out, banging on the door.

"Go the fuck away," Andy's raw voice cried back. The rest of the band had now joined us at the door and we were all trying to get Andy to come out when I got an idea.

I ran back to my suitcase and pulled out a baggie filled with bobbie pins that I used when I dyed my hair. I grabbed one and ran back to the door, pushing everyone out of the way so that I could get to the door knob, explaining that I had learned how to pick locks when I started having to steal for a living as I knelt down. The guys watched at I successfully picked the lock and swung the door open.

I walked over to Andy who was sitting with his knees to his chest in the corner of the tiny bathroom. "Everyone stay back," I ordered as they all tried to crowd around him and I.

"Andy, what's wrong? What happened?" I asked him, not getting a response. I heard CC gasp and looked over to see him holding Andy's phone, I look of pure disgust on his face.

The rest of us crowded around the phone to see that Andy had been on his girlfriend, Juliet's, Instagram. On it was a picture of her kissing some guy that definitely wasn't Andy.

"That bitch," Jake mumbled, and the rest of us agreed. I looked back at Andy who was now standing up. He'd stopped crying and was just staring blankly at us.

"Andy?" Ashley said carefully.

"Hey," I said, waving my hand in front of his face. No response.

We all looked at each other with worried expressions. He'd loved Juliet with every fiber of his being. I couldn't imagine what he must have been going through after seeing how openly she had cheated on him.

I asked Jinxx to help me guide Andy to his bunk. I stayed outside while Jinxx helped him get changed into his pajamas, seeing as Andy still hadn't made one independent move yet. Once that was done, we helped him up into his bunk. I pulled the covers up over him and stayed there for a while, electing not to join everyone in the living room until I made sure that Andy was asleep.

I watched over him until his eyes finally closed and his breathing slowed down and deepened, indicating that he was asleep. Hopefully he would be more responsive in the morning and then he could talk us through what had happened tonight.

I went back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, took off my makeup, removed my piercings and brushed my hair out once more. Afterwards, I joined the guys in the living room to find that they were watching Transformers 3, one of my favorite movies ever. Set the World on Fire was even featured in the end credits.

The only empty spot was next to Ashley on the big leather recliner. I asked if I could squish in next to him but he made a point about how it would be much more comfortable for both of us if I sat on his lap. I rolled my eyes at the typical Purdy move but complied none the less. He was more comfortable than the floor anyway.

I felt Ashley wrap his arms around my waist as I settled into his warm body, the top half of which was still bare to my great delight (note the sarcasm). But hey, maybe I would give Mr. Player a chance if he played his cards right. It seemed he had changed his mind about me being to young for him.

But there was still a certain lead singer in the back of my mind as we all settled down to watch the movie.

YES I KNOW THIS IS AN ANDY FIC, DON'T KILL ME I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!!!! Don't forget to comment your thoughts and leave a vote!