Who Can Save Me Now? (Andley)

Chapter 19

------------------------------------------------------------ so sorry for the incredibly slow updates, I've been way in over my head with school and a lot of other crap in my life. I'll try harder to update more often I promise -------------------------------------------------------

Ashley POV

What the fuck am I doing. What am I doing!? I laid there asking myself over and over again what the fuck I was doing with Andy in my arms. I was drunk, obviously. I needed to get up. I have to get up. I'm not supposed to love him anymore. Oh my god what's wrong with me. I waited about 10 more minutes until I was sure that Andy was asleep then I carefully moved away from him and off the bed. I sighed heavily, looked back one more time before walking out and quietly shutting the door. This was wrong, I could feel it in my gut. But my heart only wants him. It's been so long since I have been that close to him and I still felt that fire rising from my chest and rushing through my entire body. When I entered my own room I felt more lonely than ever. I needed to sleep. I needed to think.

Andy POV

When I woke up, I wasn't surprised that Ashley was gone. Disappointed, yes. But not surprised. I think about what I did everyday and wish more than anything that I could turn back the clocks and change. Then we'd still be together. I'd still be happy. My chest heaved with a great sigh as I sat up on the edge of my bed, feeling more heartache than usual. Trying to stop thinking about him, I ran my fingers through my hair and went into the bathroom to examine myself in the mirror. My hair looked like a rats nest. Maybe that's what I needed. A change to help me get past this crap. So, I started rummaging through the cabinets until I found a pair of hair cutting scissors. I have to admit that I was nervous about doing this. But I just closed my eyes and started cutting. I could feel my worries shrinking away the more I cut and the more I focused on the task at hand. When I was finished, I studied the mass of black hair on the ground. 'I really don't want to clean this up right now.' I thought to myself but of course I did anyway because I'm a neat freak when it comes to my personal spaces. (A/N: the new hairstyle he's going to have is the one he got when he first cut a bunch of his hair off. I'll add a picture in the next chapter for better reference.) Taking a deep breath, I walked out of my room to face the guys with my new hairstyle hoping they would like it because hey, I'm weird about hair. But instead of finding everyone out in the living room, I found Ashley. Looking at a photo album of us when we were together. When we were happy. I don't know why we kept it, it's just a reminder of what I ruined. Just as I was about to turn and go back into my room, Ashley spoke in a small voice.
"I like your hair Andy." And with that one sentence I was pulled right back in. The feelings I had repressed came flooding back. The memories I forced myself not to remember pushed themselves to the front of my mind. The only thing I could do was sit down to catch my breath and pray to keep it together. To not embarrass myself in front of Ashley. Pray to not let him know how much I ache for him to be mine again.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- wow I hate myself for not updating. I'll try harder but band and work and school take up 110% of my time lately. This chapter is terrible and I'm sorry. Tell me if I should delete this or not because I think it's cringey to the max lmaooo----------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------