A Passion Crime To Take What's Mine - Andley

You Yearn For What's Missing

Hiya guys so it's been pretty crappy for me right now, and it's been a stressful day :c but it's okay, I still managed to write, and that's enough about my life... I hope you enjoy this chapter. Bye for now, my little Batling Army :3
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Ashley's P.O.V:

“Ashley, where's Andy? Were you two kissing on stage?” I got asked for about the thousandth time today.
“Andy's sick. And no, we were NOT kissing!” I snapped at the kids accidentally; I didn't mean to, but I have been asked this question so many times and they don't know how much it hurts me to be asked about him constantly. But that's just it, they don't know. They don't know what happened. Immediately I felt sorry for the kids, and, hating myself for what I did, I turned back to them “Hey, I'm sorry, I have been asked that so many times, but it's okay, you are allowed to ask question. Sorry for that sharp reply though, I am just stressed,” I apologised, pretty much pleading for them to accept it. At first they looked shocked, but they soon accepted,
“Ash, can I have a hug?” they each requested in sync. I beamed a relieved smile, pulling each of them into a quick hug. “What's wrong with Andy?”
“Err... We don't know yet, he just started being sick backstage and he really isn't looking too well,” I choke out through the rising tears that form behind my eyes. All to common to me was the feeling of panic and anxiety, but normally I would have Andy next to me to calm me down, but right now it is his absence due to heath that is causing this anxiety as I thought about what it could be and how he would be coping. Hopefully he would be still at the bus for when we return and hadn't been rushed to hospital or anything. Recovering, I couldn't wait until the last few people were seen and then I could look after Andy again.

“Hey, Ash, I know you want to get back to the bus and all that, but I want you to come out with me for a bit,” Jake more demanded than offered me to go out with him tonight. Feeling as though I couldn't say no to Jake, I exited the building with him by my side, directing me on where to go. We trailed along the streets of London for many lost minutes before Jake finally remembered where he was and swiftly go us to the bar he had intended.
“Err, Jake, I don't want to drink; I want to be okay to look after Andy... I'm worried about him,” I object as he raised his hand to but me a drink.
“I know you care for him,” he said, lowering his hand “And I am sorry for doubting you before. I shouldn't have, and I know that now, but I did the same as everyone else. I took Andy's side because we were told that you cheated on him, and I know I should have gotten more information but I have seen just how much he cares for you, just how much he needed you to be okay for him to be okay, so when Josh crashed your wedding we all assumed the same thing... and for that I am sorry.” Jake, as awkwardly spoken as he is, spoke, sorrow and guilt lacing his quiet voice. Taken aback by his apology, I stood, for a couple moments, agog before pulling myself together enough to make a coherent response.
“You... you don't have to be sorry. I knew how it came across, and in all honesty you are the only person to apologise. You are the only person I've spoken to who hated me, but you still apologised, and it's fine, Jake” he seemed to melt down into a seat at my words as relief flowed through his body. I sat down alongside him, flashing him a smile to let him know it's okay. “I miss Andy...” I mutter, looking down to my hands, wishing they were interlocked with Andy's pale, strong ones. Jake stood up and walked over to the bar returning with two drinks.
“I know you said you didn't want one, but seeing as we are here now you might as well just have one, and then we can go back to the bus. You won't be too drunk to look after Andy either.” I gladly accepted the drink because I knew that in all honesty I would have had one before going back. Taking a gulp of the sweet alcoholic drink that always make me want more, I picked up my phone wanting to type everything I felt into a message for Andy so when he picks up his phone next he could see everything I wanted to tell him but didn't have the guts to say to his face. But what if he didn't feel the same way? I just couldn't risk it, not when it could cause a fall out big enough to mess up the band and the tour. There is just no way I could allow myself to do that to our fans.