Saved by my idol

I woke up dazed, confused, in a dimly lit room.

Where was I? I look around, as I did so, I realize

This isn’t my house!  My mind was racing. Why am I here? And what happened? Who brought my here?

“I’m glad you’re awake.” A male voice said.

He had black hair. He looks- and sounds- very familiar, but in my panicked, irrational state, I couldn’t think, my mind taken over by fear.

I back away, hitting my head on the wall as I did so.

“Oh, no, no, no, no, please don’t be afraid!” The guy said. “I’m Andy. I swear, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“T-then why am I here?” I asked. My voice shaking.

“Can you remember anything about the last twenty- four hours?” Andy asked.

“N-not really.” I said.

“Well, you were leaving the concert, it was twelve-ish, and I followed you out because I noticed you were walking kinda funny. When we got to the parking lot, you passed out. I caught you before you hit the ground… I didn’t see anyone around so I brought you here.” Andy said.

“Do you know why I…. passed out?” I asked.

“I think someone spiked your drink.” Andy said.

“How long was I out?” I asked.

“A couple hours.” Andy said.

I lay my head on his chest.

“Saved by my idol.” I said. He chuckled.

“So how are you feeling now sweetie?” Andy asked. My face went red.

Andy Biersack called me sweetie.

“Kinda sore and very sleepy.” I said.

“Okay, get some rest.” Andy said, starting to leave.

“NO!” I yelled grabbing his arm.

“What’s wrong?” Andy asked, concerned.

“Please stay with me?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course I will.” Andy said, crawling into the bed and wrapping his arms around me.

With my head on his chest and him softly singing me to sleep, I fell into a peaceful, blissful, slumber.