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Crystal's p.o.v-
I have to admit it was awkward the rest of the car ride home, even though Andy put his hand on my thigh and kept it there the entire way there. I knew he was trying to comfort me but...
My spidy senses were tingling. I wouldn't say that to Andy though, if you know what I mean hahaha.
We pulled up to the house and I got Asher out of his seat, hearing him coo. My heart melted and I forgot about my worries for a second.
Andy would be leaving. Most likely right away.
He held onto my elbow as we walked inside and we went straight up for Asher's room. Asher settled right back to sleep but I knew he'd be up in a few hours.
Andy led me to our room and sat down on the edge of the bed with me. "Please don't worry."
"How can you say that? This is weird. You're acting very weird and you know it."
"I am weird. You should already be used to that by now."
"This is different."
"Yes. It is but no one can or will hurt me. I have to do this for the safety of you and Asher."
Nothing he said made any sense. Why would he leave in the middle of the night to do something that would keep Asher and I safe? From what now? And I had just regained my memory...
"I-is tomorrow still on?" I asked, my voice quiet now.
"Yes baby. Of course. Tomorrow is a very special day. Asher will be in great hands. I already reserved our suite." He looked towards our bedroom window even though the blinds were drawn. "I have to go now. I will be back soon, I promise. I love you so much."
He kissed me roughly, grabbing my face before he swiftly got up off the bed and left the room without a second glance.
To say I was stunned was saying the least. He didn't even try to comfort me further. He was so adamant about getting the f*uck out of here.
He had to drop it on me last minute too, that he'd be out tonight with some strange man, who just so happened to be watching us get into our car after we ate dinner. At night, standing creepily in the dark.
I didn't like Andy hanging around with someone like that. Even considering the fact that I didn't know who he was, or what he did. I just had a bad feeling. Call it paranoia but I was worried. Very, very worried.
Andy said that no one could hurt him now. What was that supposed to mean. He wasn't invincible.
I groaned and put my head in my hands.
This stress was giving me a headache. I could feel it coming on and I wasn't about to let it stop me from trying to relax. So I got up and went to the bathroom for some ibuprofen
After I went to the kitchen for some water and took the pills, I got into my pajamas and laid down. I stated at the ceiling for a very long time.
About 30 minutes went by and I still couldn't sleep, so I surfed social media. Stalking Andy's accounts of course. Why? I don't know because I missed him? Because I was scared... The only thing he talked about on Twitter was the new album and the last picture posted on Instagram 3 days ago was of me holding Asher.
I needed a sleeping pill or something. But I couldn't do that. Asher would need me.
So I turned the baby monitor way up loud and then turned on my side and closed my eyes, sighing deeply. This was going to be one of the worst night's ever.... and I still didn't know why, or what was going on.
