Normal - [Andy Biersack Love Story]

1: Caught Up

Oh god. Where was I?

I pushed myself up onto the bench and pulled my powder blue bikini top up over my breasts. I went to scratch my face when I saw a silver ring around my finger, black diamonds inlayed around it.

I looked around to see clothes strewn everywhere and sky out the opening of what appeared to be a balcony. I slowly walked over and peeked down.

Oh yeah, that was definitely a balcony.

"Hello?" I called out, cautiously looking around.

I heard a groan come from past the sliding glass doors and I stepped over the torn up curtains to enter the room.

"Hey baby." A deep voice growled from the bed. My heart stopped.

"Wait what?" I walk closer to inspect the person, he sat up and stretched and I screamed, backing up. His left arm was covered with tattoos along with half of his right arm, and some of his neck and bare chest, his hair was black and hanging off one side of his head, the other side was shaved. He finally opened his eyes and I caught my breath. His eyes were gorgeous.

"Why the scream?" He asked and I shook my head.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow.

"Andrew, your diamond eyed rockstar husband." He explained as if I'd known that already. My eyes bulged out of my head.

"HUSBAND?!?!" I shouted and a few groans sounded from other parts of the house.

"Yes." He said, completely calm.

"Wait-- No no no no. What the hell is going on..." I muttered and went back out to the balcony, searching for my phone.

"I'll call it." Andrew said and brought his phone out, it was now that I realized he was only in a black pair of boxer-briefs. He stood there nonchalantly, his phone to his ear.

I heard a bit of ringing and followed it across the balcony and to a huge jacuzzi. There was a half naked man sleeping in a tube in the other corner and my phone was lighting up at the under the water. I leaned in slowly and picked it up, seeing a faint '1 New Voicemail' on the screen before static overtook it and the screen darkened.

"Go get dressed, we'll head to the place to fix it again." He drawled, I turned around.

"Again?"

"This happened last week, don't you remember?" He questioned and started back into the room, I followed a few steps behind him.

"No! I don't!" I screech at him, shaking as much water out of my phone as I could.

"Right, I figured." He shrugged. "C'mon sweetheart." He tossed me a black tank top and I caught it, slipping it over my bikini, then I tried to tug my denim shorts further down to cover my legs up.

Andrew attempted holding my hand five times on the way down to the car. Once going out of the room, once when we got into the elevator, once when we got out of the elevator, once talking to the housekeeping, and once when we were almost at the car. I pulled away from him every time

He opened the door for me on the passenger side and let out a deep sigh as he closed me in. I ran my fingers along the black interior, watching him slide into his seat from the corner of my eye.

"Should I explain?" He asked me and I nodded as I clicked my seatbelt into place and we began to drive. "I'm Andrew, I'm twenty six, the lead singer of a successful band and have been married to you for four years."

"No you--"

"We got married one night while we were drunk, you were meant to be marrying someone else in less than a month." He chuckled. "And at the time you thought you needed to end things between me and you so that your life could be normal." He looked over quickly to make sure I was listening and I just nodded. "But after awhile he showed his true colours, your fiancé, and you called off the wedding not even a day before me and you were supposed to get our 'divorce'." He paused.