Ever Heard Of Miracles? {BvB Fanfic}

Chapter Three

**Hail's POV**

"So," he said. "You got pretty banged up." I turned my head slightly to the right and saw Ashley Purdy sit down on the stage near me. I stared at him for a moment. "What the FUCK," I yelled. It took a moment to realize what I had just done. "OH! Sorry!" I fumbled to get a grip on sanity again. He laughed and smiled at me. "It's fine. I guess I can be kind of scary sometimes." He said. I laughed at that, since I thought he was the most lovable member of the band. His gaze shifted to me. "What's so funny?" He quizzed. His face was lit up in the dim stage light. I smiled even more and poked his cheek. "Nothing. Just laughing at your modesty." He stared at me as though I was some weirdo that walked up to him and tried to shove a bowl up his ass. I realized I had poked his face, and quickly pulled my hand back. "Sorry! I do that with people. Uh.. Sorry." I sighed and clutched my fist to my chest. He smiled and patted me quickly on the shoulder. "That's fine. I guess I should be used to it, what with all the fangirls around." He laughed and I joined in nervously. Inside, I was totally one of those fangirls. I was freaking out. 'I got to touch him!' My mind screamed.

Tiny cane back over to me with some surgical tape and wrapped up my leg. "Let's take you home hun. You need a but more than this." He said. I gave a fake smile and whispered "But I don't want to go home Tiny, you know why." He frowned back at me and then looked at Ashley. "Do you think you guys could drive her home? It's not far, and I forgot my keys in the office." Ashley looked at me and nodded. As soon as he turned around to tell the rest of the band, I glared at Tiny. "What the hell. You know I can't say no to BVB." He frowned at me with a sad look in his eyes. Tiny had been like a father to me ever since I was fourteen. I grew up listening to Rock'N'Roll music due to my depression. Not saying it's a bad thing, I would've listened to rock music anyway, but their music saved me from my depression. I also had social anxiety. That went away completely after my first concert at the age of 16.

Andy walked up to me and smiled an annoyed smile. "So we're supposed to take you home?" He asked sarcastically. I gave a few small nods and backed up. He seemed a little more- how should I put it- aggressive. In most interviews i'd seen, he was an amazingly nice person. Had I pissed him off somehow? "Don't worry. He's just mad about something with Juliet." Jinxx said from behind him. "Her and Sammi have been complaining that we aren't back home yet." I had to smile a little. Jinxx and Sammi, Andy and Juliet. They both were the perfect pairs. We walked out the back of the building to their tour bus. Before I got on, i stopped to stare. It had the big star on the front and their name in large white letters. Ashley gave me a slight push from behind into the bus, everyone piled in, and we were on our way.

A/N

OHMYGODS I HAVE AN IDEA BUT IDK IF I SHOULD APPLY IT TO THIS STORY OR MY STORY ON ITOUCHEDTHEBUT im so torn ;-;