The First Star. ( Andy Biersack Love Story )

Broken

Aspen's Point of View.

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What the hell?

I wacthed as he stood from the table and walked away into the restroom. What's with him?

I dropped the menu and stood from the table. I was walking towards the restroom when I heard someone's voice. "Leave him, he'll be fine." I turned my head to figure out who had just spoke. The guy wearing black skinneys , a red shirt, and had the side of his head shaved, leaving his medium length black hair to fall back. "Ashley." He held his hand out.

"Nice to meet you, Ashley. I'm Aspen." I walked over, slipping my hand into his, and shook it once. "How do you know he'll be fine?" I asked.

"Because I do."

I sighed. "That doesn't help my case." I turned around and began to walk towards the men restroom. I took a deep breath before knocking against the cold, hard door.

"Andy?"

"I'll be right out, Aspen." I backed myself against the wall, and waited for him to come out.

Moments later the door opened and came out Andy. My eyes gazed his body until I reached his face. His ocean, blue eyes were staring into mine. "Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. Are you alright?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be." He said.

I said, "Well, you just left the table like you were sick."

He chuckled, leaning against the bathroom door. "Sorry. I had to take care of my business, if you know what I mean." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and smacked his shoulder with my gloved hand. "Shut up." I was about to pull my hand back when he all of a sudden took my wrist. A light shiver went down my spine when he pulled me closer to him. "W..what are you doing, Andy?" I asked him bitting on my lip, getting slightly nervous.

He looked to me but then down to my right covered wrist. "I know you." He whispered, brushing his fingers across my covered wrist. "I know I've seen you before. Somewhere before the night of the concert, but I can't remember." He slowly began to pulled off my glove.

My eyes widen and I pulled my hand back. "You're probably mistaken, Andy, but if you're not then I'm sorry. I can't help you." I was walking back to our table when I felt his arms snake around my waist, pulling me back to him. 

"Aspen." He said my name so soft.

I closed my eyes and rested myself against his body. I don't care that he doesn't remember me. All I cared about was that he was here with me again and was holding me. I missed this. I never want this to end. I missed him and didn't want to lose him. Not again.

"Andy." I said.

He tighten his gripped around my wrist and pulled me closer. "Don't say anything, Aspen. All I want is quiet right now while I hold you. Please." He buried his face into my hair.

I bited my lip and nodded, opening my closed eyes. 

I hope this isn't a dream.