Andy *imagine*

  *Play "The Last Night" by Skillet*

 "Y/N!" Andy called your name.

   You started your way up the stairs, tears burning your eyes.

   "Y/N!" Andy called again and ran after you.

   You tried to run into the nearest room, but Andy clasped onto your wrist tightly. You flinched and tried pulling your arm away, but his grip was too strong. You looked down at the ground, not wanting to meet his eyes.

   "Y/N...please, look at me." Andy lifted up your chin with his pointer finger.

   You refused to look him in the eye.

   "Y/N." Andy growled agressivly but caring.

   You looked up at him, not saying a word.

   "Why are you so distant from me all of a sudden?" Andy questioned.

   You didn't say a word. But as you stood there, you could feel the heat around your wrist from Andy's grasp. You realized that while you tried fighting your arm away, you must've opened up your fresh wounds from a couple days ago...and you knew they would bleed through. You quickly snatched your arm away from Andy while he had relaxed and backed away from him.

   "Babe...what's wrong..." He asked concerned and took a step towards you.

   Starting to feel the stinging pain, you gripped onto you're wrist. You could feel the blood seeping through your light blue long sleeve and you knew that Andy would notice it aswell. Keeping your gaze at the floor, you stood there, not knowing what to do.

   Andy shifted his eyes over to where you had been holding your wrist, his gaze softened. "Oh, Y/N...you didn't...not again." He said with a tint of sadness in his voice.

   A tear escaped your eye and slid down your cheek. Andy walked towards you, you quickly backed away from him, starting to run. He ran after you and gripped your shoulder.

   "No! Don't touch me!" You tried squirming away, "Don't fucking touch me you bastard!!!" You screamed.

   Andy wrapped his arms around your waist from behind tightly, "Y/N, shh, calm down." He whispered.

   "Get your hands off me!! Don't touch me Goddamnit!!" You squirmed, kicked, and punched.

   You had managed to get free and you ran down the stairs, Andy on your tail. As you went to turn the corner Andy had caught up with you and tackled you onto the ground, stradling on top of you.

   "Ow! Get your fucking fatass off of me!!" You argued.

   Andy pinned your arms down, "Y/N! Calm down! I'm not going to hurt you!"

   "GET OFF ME GODDAMNIT ANDREW DENNIS BIERSACK! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD YOU WON'T HEAR THE END OF THIS!!!" You yelled and squirmed violently.

   Andy kept his stance, "Y/N!!" He glared into your eyes sternly.

   You stopped squirming and calmed down a little, moving your gaze to the side, staring at the wall so you wouldn't have to look into his eyes. You suddenly felt a cold breeze on your wrist, and looked up at Andy.

   Andy's eyes were filled with sadness, "Why....? You promised me...you would stop."

   You burst out sobbing, "I-I'm sorry! You...you were gone! A-and I j-just...couldn't take it anymore! I'm s-sorry!"

   Andy wrapped you in his arms tightly and held you close to his chest, you wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into his chest. He stroked your hair comfortingly and hummed softly.

   "Shhh, it's okay. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He stood up and carried you to the bathroom bridal style.

   After cleaning up your wrist and changing your shirt, you and Andy were sitting on the couch, you in Andy's lap. Andy traced over your bandages with his finger tips what seemed like billions of times.

   "How many times are you going to do that?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

   "Until they're all better and healed, completely." He replied softly, keeping his eyes on his busy fingers running up and down over your scars.

   You faintly smiled at him, "Well, I'm sure they'll heal soon enough."

   "Forever?" He averted his eyes towards you.

   You hesitated, wondering if you really had the capability to be-rid of your self-harming days. You knew it was going to be difficult, but you also knew that you had Andy, and that he wouldn't let you get hurt. He loved you and hated seeing you like this.

   "Forever." You assured him.

   He smiled, "Good. You don't need a cold piece of metal telling you how to live." He stated and kissed you're lips. "I love you."

   You smiled, "I love you too." 

   You knew you could do this. You'd win this battle.