We'll Be Each Other's Saviours

Chapter Eleven

Our lips met and I felt fireworks go off inside my head. His soft lips moved gently against mine as I kissed him back sweetly, not wanting this moment to end. We broke apart when we needed a breath and I looked into his eyes.

"I... I don't know what to say," I told him shyly, looking down at my twiddling thumbs.

Andy put his fingers under my chin and turned my head towards him, resting his forehead against mine. "Then don't say anything."

He kissed me once more before laying back on my bunk and pulling me down next to him. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat, letting it sooth my own pounding heart.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" I asked him, looking up to meet his gaze. He gave me that little smile that drives me insane and nodded. I smiled back at him and laid my head back down. He wrapped his arm tighter around me and I drifted into a peaceful, nightmareless sleep to the sound of his heart beat.

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When I woke up I was confused for a moment as to why I was on top of something hard. Then I looked up and saw Andy's still sleeping form underneath me. I smiled at how cute he looked while he was asleep.

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and checked the time. Ten o'clock. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, pulling my hands back to find smeared makeup on them. I must've fallen asleep in the clothes and makeup I'd worn to the concert last night. Yuck.

I tried to pry myself out of Andy's arms but it was no use, they were wrapped to tightly around my body and he was dead asleep. I sighed again and laid back down next to him. I thought about how he'd kissed me last night. It was so unexpected but I knew that I'd liked it. Maybe a bit to much.

I realized then that I would never be able to date Ashley knowing that Andy felt this way about me. Hell, my feelings for Ashley didn't even compare to what I felt for Andy. Yeah, Ash had been there for me when I needed his comfort and I was grateful for that, but Andy... I just felt too strongly for him.

I wanted a relationship with him but he'd just broken up with Juliet. That wouldn't be good publicity for him or the band if we were to start dating right away. Granted, she had cheated on him.

But none of those points were the real reason that I was on edge. I didn't trust men at all. Not with relationships at least. Friendships, yeah sure. But not relationships. My dad showed me that no matter how much love someone appears to have for you, there was always that possibility for change. Always.

I rubbed my eyes again, cringing as even more makeup smeared on my hands. This was way too much to think about right now. I watched Andy unwrap his arm from me and turn over in his sleep, freeing me to get up. I did so and grabbed a change of clothes out of my suitcase.
Before quietly making my way to the bathroom, seeing that everyone was still sleeping except for Ashley. This surprised me, he was by far the drunkest one last night.

I went into the bathroom and did my morning routine. I then threw on my thin black shirt that said 'Rad' across the chest, ripped black skinnies, rainbow tie-dye vans, and a gold ring, along with my BVB necklace and dark red plugs. I put on a couple silver and gold bracelets, did my usual eyeliner and mascara along with a black lip, then headed out to the kitchen.

I found Ashley sitting at the counter with his head pressed against the cold counter top. "You ok, Ash? You look a little sick," I said jokingly as I went to the fridge to grab some frozen pancakes.

"I have a damn hangover and we're doing sixty down a bumpy ass high way. Do I look o-fucking-kay?" He snapped, lifting his head up and narrowing his eyes at me. I immediately backed off. In the short time I'd been touring with BVB, I'd learned that a hungover Ashley was not a happy Ashley.