We Don't Have To Dance (An Andy Biersack Love Story) [Completed]

Chapter 23: So Far From The Shore

Chapter 23: So Far From The Shore

Mia's POV

"So, there's one thing I didn't tell you about Andy," I spoke up at breakfast the morning of my flight home.

"What's that?" my mom asked.

"He's actually a singer, that's his job. He's in a really successful band and I would really like for you guys to see him perform. That way, you can meet him. He'll be in Nashville on February 25th and he can get us all tickets."

"That's not a job, hun," my dad sighed.

"Dad, I promise. They've got millions of fans, six albums, tons of awards. They've toured the world. They're the real deal. He makes really good money. This is not a little garage band. It is a real job," I defended.

"I'd like to go," Archer said.

"You're telling me the father of your baby travels for a living?" my dad asked, obviously not happy about Andy's job.

"Just a few months out of the year," I reassured. "Some years, he doesn't even tour. He's living his dream, it makes him happy, and he makes a decent living off of it. 

"Oh James, you're overreacting," my mom said, obviously not taking my dad's side.

"What kind of music to they make?" Blaire asked.

"Rock," I said quietly, knowing my dad was going to lose his mind.

"Mia," he groaned.

"Dad, give them a chance, please," I begged.

"You have made such a big mistake, I'm so disappointed," he said, locking eyes with me. I felt tears well up in my eyes as the rest of my family gasped. I grinded my teeth, preventing myself from blowing up on him. I was so mad, I was seeing red. 

"My baby is not a mistake," I said coldly, getting up from the table and running up the stairs.

"Mia! Wait!" Blaire called but I ignored my family's cries for me to come back. I went to my room and packed the last bit of my stuff. I sat on my bed and pulled up the Uber app, requesting a car. I didn't have to be at the airport for another two hours, but I didn't care. Sitting at my gate was better than sitting here and be berated by my dad some more. I sat, hearing my family fight with my dad downstairs. The Uber finally showed up and I got up, grabbing my suitcase. I hurried down the stairs and out of the door.

"Mia! Come back!" my mom called, chasing after me.

"I'm sorry, I have to go," I said, shaking my head as the Uber driver loaded my suitcase into the trunk. I quickly got into the car and the driver pulled away before my mom could say anything else. The tears fell fast as I rested my head on the window. Before I realized what I was doing, my phone was to my ear and I was calling Andy.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Andy," I cried.

"Mia, what's wrong?" he asked, worry in his voice.

"My dad said I made a big mistake and that he was disappointed in me when I told him about your band. Oh my god, I'm so mad and upset and frustrated and, oh my god. Did we really make a mistake?" I rambled.

"This is not a mistake, Mia. We were meant to be this little girl's parents. Everything happens for a reason. Don't worry about your dad, I'm sure he'll come around," Andy reassured.

"I don't know, Andy. He's never told me that he's disappointed in me."

"Where are you now?" he asked.

"Headed to the airport. I'll be waiting around for a few hours, but I couldn't be there any longer."

"Crazy fucking idea. Why don't you fly here, to Cincinnati? You shouldn't be alone right now. There's an extra room at my parent's house so you don't have to get a hotel."

"I don't know Andy. I don't want to be a burden."

"Nonsense, my parents want to meet you anyway. You don't have to come though."

"I'll check when I get to the airport," I said.

"Awesome!" he exclaimed. I could hear his smile through the phone.

"I'm so sorry to be bothering you like this on your birthday."

"Nonsense, I'm just laying around, waiting for dinner."

We continued to talk until my driver pulled up to the curb at the airport. I hung up with Andy and got out of the car, my driver already having my luggage out of the trunk. I thanked him and walked into the airport. I walked up to the ticket desk, not knowing what I would do if there were no flights to Cincinnati. Now that Andy mentioned it, I wanted to go.

"Hi, I have a 2'oclock flight to Los Angeles and was wanting to change it to a different destination. I was wondering if there were any flights to Cincinnati?" I asked the woman behind the counter. She typed into her computer and then looked at me.

"There's a 1'oclock flight."

"I'll take it," I smiled. She got my flight changed and I handed her my suitcase. I walked off and went through security. Once I made it through, I found my new gate and sat down. I smiled and called Andy.

"Hello?"

"I was able to book a 1'oclock flight," I said happily.

"That's great! I can't wait to see you!" he said.

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