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

Chapter Twelve

Ashley's POV:

​​​​​​It had been an hour or so after the interview and we stopped somewhere to eat. Andy didn't order anything, which didn't surprise me. Jinxx was a bit concerned that he didn't eat, but Andy came up with some lame excuse and went to the bus to lay down. I wasn't as panicked as before, maybe he really wasn't feeling well, but I don't think I've seen him eat in a number of days. If he hasn't, then I'm amazed he hasn't passed out or anything. It also just felt weird that the four of us were in here enjoying ourselves and Andy was out in the bus miserible. I say that because I know he is. How can someone survive days without eating and not feel miserible?
I glanced up from the table and clearned my throat, catching everyone's attention.

"Something you wanna say, Ash?"
Jinxx questioned, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"I know I've mentioned it a thousand times but is anyone else worried about Andy? Anyone at all? Because I am.."

CC rolled his eyes in what I assumed was irritation. 'There goes Ashley again with his unnecessary accusations.'

"Why're you starting this up again? It's almost like you want something to be wrong so you can prove a point."

"Because! I don't think he's okay and you know just as much as I do that he won't tell us if he isn't okay," I glared at him impatiently, "and no that's not why. You just don't understand."
I grumbled under my breath as I got to my feet, storming outside and into the bus. I turned the corner only to find Andy sobbing while on the couch. I wasn't sure how to react, only because I've never seen him cry.

"Andy...?"
I whispered, walking over to him and lightly placing a consoling hand on his shoulder.

He quickly glanced up, his face visibly paling as he saw me standing in front of him.

"Andy, what's wrong...?"
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He covered his face in obvious shame and wiped his runny nose with his sleeve. I was still at a loss for words and before he gave me permission I had wrapped my arms tightly around him, pulling him into my lap. He squirmed as I held him but I wasn't letting go. I couldn't.

"P-please let me go...I-I'm okay a-and I don't wanna smash you..."
He finnaly mumbled, sniffling and trying to get up. What the hell did he mean he was gonna smash me? He literally weighed nothing. I kept my grip on him until he gave up fighting with me and went limp in my arms. It hurt me to see him like this..I didn't think I'd ever see him cry let alone be the one to comfort him while he did. I didn't ask why he was upset, I simply rocked him and hummed softly. After a minute or two he seemed a bit more relaxed, still tensing anytime I rested my arms on his waist, but was more calm to say the least.
​​​​​​Andy reluctantly laid his head on my chest as he knew I wasn't letting him go anytime soon.

"Thank you...."
He muttered, almost apologeticly.

I ran my fingers through his hair and shook my head sadly.

"No need to thank me ba- Andy...I'm always here for you."

I can't believe I almost called him babe. What is wrong with me? Sometimes all I need is a good smack in the face.

"Always?"
He looked up teary eyed, as though he couldn't trust me. It stung, but I doubt he trusted anyone as of now. I gave him my most reassuring smile and nodded.

"Always."
I replied softly, wiping his tears delicately and kissing the side of his head.

Honestly now was the perfect time to tell him how I really felt.. I had to, it was now or never. I continued to stroke his cheek as I had been doing, trying to ease the pain he was feeling. I don't know what caused it, but I'd make it go away.