"Saviour Will Be There..." ((Andley Fanfic))

Chapter Three

Andy's POV:

-next day-

I don't remember very much of what happened last night. All I know is that one minute I'm crying my eyes out over Ashley not loving me and the next thing I know is that I'm being woken up by Jake and told that we're at a hotel.

"Morning, Andy."

Jake smiled, flicking my head and walking out carrying his suitcase.
I groaned, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. Even though I went to bed fairly early last night, and did manage to fall asleep, I was still so damn tired. More mentally than physically. I was I just so done with everyone and everything, and I just wanted to disappear for a while. Not even die, nothing like that, just disappear. At least that way I wouldn't have to put up with myself..
I grabbed my suitcase and began to pack a few changes of clothes, shampoo, and anything else I'd need for the next few days or so.I finished packing and walked out to the living room era. I was still wearing the same clothes from last night so I didn't need to change. I set my suitcase next to the door and sat on the couch to wait for the guys. I knew we'd be waiting on CC for a while and I probabally could have slept another twenty minutes. He's always the last one out of bed, especially if he's hungover, which he was. Apparently he and Jake got back at like one this morning and Jinxx was having a hell of time trying to get CC out of bed.
We had a signing this afternoon and he was going to make sure CC was there.

I waited about ten more minutes or so, glancing up from my phone when I heard CC comaplining loudly and coming down the hall in his pajamas. Jinxx was following him, saying something about the hotel.
Jinxx and CC ending up getting into some argument, causing them both to leave. Jake sighed, following them outside and glancing at me quickly.

"Hey, Andy, can you get Ash and meet us at the hotel?"

I looked up from my phone and nodded. He thanked me and left with the others.
I really wasn't looking forward to speaking to Ashley this morning. You could say it was childish of me to be angry with him, but I don't care. I'm not speaking to him ever again. Okay, well not ever again, just for today. I sighed and grabbed my suitcase once more, putting my phone into my back pocket and walking to Ashley's room. The door was closed, which could only mean two things. One, that he was changing. Or two, that he still had some girl in bed with him. I didn't have a problem with girls in general, just the ones that Ashley liked. I wonder if it's because I knew that he liked them more than me. 

I held my breath and slowly opened Ashley's door, peeking inside.

"Ashley?"
I walked over to his bunk, thankful that the girl was gone. I shook him lightly and he opened his eyes.

"What the hell man? I'm trying to sleep, I was up late.."
He groaned, pulling the blankets over his face. I wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with him and kiss him and maybe let him hold me. Maybe one day he'd love me..
I sat down on the bed shyly, poking his cheek gently. He opened his eyes and sighed softly, running a hand through his messy hair and yawning. Which I thought it was adorable by the way. In that moment I forgave him for making me cry last night. I know he didn't mean to, and wasn't aware that I practically worshiped the ground he walked on, so it wasn't entirely his fault. Come to think of it, it's more my fault than his because I haven't said anything to him. For the past few weeks I've barely talked to him. I just get so nervous and stumble over my words. He's just so perfect.. And I'm not.. Perfect people don't fall in love with people like me, it just doesn't happen.

I hadn't even noticed that Ashley was out of bed and had gotten dressed until I felt him hug me from behind. I stiffened, hoping that he didn't notice how fat I was and become disgusted by me if he wasn't already..
I blushed deeply and hugged his arms which were draped around my shoulders. He smiled down at me and pulled away quickly.
"C'mon, let's go. Jinxx is gonna kill me."

"Oh, um yeah.."
I stood up, trying not to show how hurt I was that he didn't want to hug me. He was distgusted with me and I knew it. Now I really did have to lose more weight, I had to be perfect. Then maybe he'd love me. Then maybe I could love myself..