Snow

Chapter Twenty Six

The paparazzi had caught on to the fact that we'd stayed behind at the venue and, according to the staff, had arrived outside as early as two o'clock in the morning.

"I'm really sorry about the paparazzi." I said with an apologetic smile as we dragged our bags to the front door. "They're a real pain."

The manager laughed and waved my concerns. "I'm sorry we did such a poor job at keeping them out. We weren't really prepared for something of that size." I nodded and bit my lip. "Honestly, Mrs Biersack-Parke, it's okay. If anything, we'll be noticed more often now." He winked and I laughed, thanking him once again before joining Andy by the door.

"Ready to run?" I asked with a grin, looping my arm through his and slipping on a pair of large sunglasses. He laughed and nodded, kissing my temple with a grin.

"Ready... Steady... Go!" I yelled, slamming my hand down on the button that opened the doors. Andy had grabbed the small suitcase and I held my own bag, our hands joined as we ran towards the car park.

The more questions they threw at us, the closer they pressed in and the slower we moved. Within seconds, they'd cut us off from out path and me and Andy slowed to a stop.

"Shall we just answer them?" I asked quietly, my frustration clear in my voice. Andy sighed and dropped the suitcase to the floor, still gripping the handle.

"I don't think we have much of a choice." Was all he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and looking up towards the cameras with a grin. "Hey." The nearest person snapped what must've been over fifty pictures of us stood together and smiling.

"Mr and Mrs Biersack, what are your reasons for trying to have such a private wedding?" One man asked, coming in so close that we were literally touching.

I took a step backwards before answering. "Every aspect of our lives is broadcasted to the public. I guess we just wanted to spend a day where we could just enjoy ourselves without worrying that it'll be all over a magazine the next day." My answer was clearly directed towards the people surrounding me. "It's Mr and Mrs Biersack-Parke, by the way - not Biersack."

With that, I turned towards another camera and started to answer the questions thrown at the two of us.

"Your fans have been offering congratulations since finding out about the wedding yesterday - is there anything you'd like to say to them?"

"Well, we'd like to thank them, obviously." Andy started, smiling and pulling me closer as the woman nodded.

"They've been so supportive since finding out about our engagement and were both really grateful for that." I added, leaning further into Andy's arms.

"It's awful for both of us when our fans criticise our relationship because we're happy together. Fans being jerks kind of ruins that for us because we're so grateful for their existence. It really does hurt to see them talk shit about the girl I love." I smiled at his words and leant up to kiss his cheek, letting him run his fingers through my hair as the woman smiled at us.

"And what would you like to say to those who are offering choice words not quite of the same kindness?" She raised a thin eyebrow, pushing the microphone closer to us.

I scowled slightly before fixing a smile back onto my face. "I don't know about Andy, but I for one would like to say that it's none of their goddamn business. They're fans, and we appreciate them to no end, but that doesn't give them the right to criticise our choice in partners. If we're happy, they should be happy for us and that's the end of it." Andy nodded in agreement, leaning down to kiss my cheek.