Numbers || Andy Biersack

chapter twenty three

The following night, Rhys dragged me to the latest event he'd gotten us into. The previous night he'd somehow become friends with The Weekend Warriors' merch guy. In the five minutes they chatted, Rhys had managed to get an invite to hang out with them at a nearby club after their show. It was their last night in London before they moved on to tour the rest of the UK.

Of course, I should have realized that Andy would be with his opening band. Only a moment after Rhys and I sat down in the booth, Andy appeared. In his grip was a girly cocktail and what looked like whiskey. "Hey, Kourt," he greeted, talking loudly over the booming bass, a smirk on his lips. "I got you a drink."

Rhys narrowed his eyes slightly. "She's covered, mate," he muttered, gesturing to the pint before me.

"Oh, Ron, right?" Andy inquired.

"It's Rhys," he corrected, tossing his arm over my shoulders possessively. 

I couldn't help but let out an irritated sigh. 

Rhys rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Seth, the bassist of The Weekend Warriors. Andy sat down on the seat next to mine, shooting me a smile.

'Your boy toy's got a short temper," Andy murmured.

"You're provoking him," I said. "You guys could be good friends if you'd stop being a dick."

"I don't think he wants to be friends with the guy who's trying to steal his girlfriend."

"I don't get why you're still so interested. It's been two years and you haven't moved on?"

"You can't move on from true love," Andy stated. Before I could reply, he continued, "Dance with me."

I raised an eyebrow. "Please," he added.

Sighing, I stood, following Andy out to the dance floor. I could feel Rhys' eyes on my back, but I ignored it. I wasn't doing anything wrong by dancing with Andy.

We disappeared into the sea of sweaty bodies, letting the beat vibrate through our bodies. Andy stopped in the middle of the crowd and held his hand out to me. I took it tentatively, my ears ringing with the sounds of Beyonce's Partition.

Andy swayed, pulling my body close to his. I could feel his pulsing heat and the planes of his lean body. I let my body move to the rhythm, moving my hips and letting my arms drift across my skin. Andy spun me around so my ass was flush against his crotch. I swallowed thickly, knowing this was crossing the point of platonic and entering a realm I wasn't sure I should be in. Nonetheless, I allowed my body to twist against Andy's.

I bent my knees, dropping low, before slowly moving back up. Andy's palm gripped my hip, his pelvis rubbing against me. Sexual tension pierced the atmosphere. As the beat slowed, I let my hips grind against Andy, languid and teasing. I couldn't help my smile as Andy let out a soft guttural moan.

I moved forward bashfully, away from his heat, but he used his grip on me to pull me back, even closer than before. I could feel Andy's hard on pressing against my back. His warm breath fanned against my neck as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Do you feel this? The passion, the fucking sex in the air," he whispered, voice husky and filled with lust.

Any words I could say were trapped in my throat. My mind was spinning with the rush of all these sensations. As much as I wanted to deny it, there was an unbelievable electricity that sizzled between us.

His mouth dropped down to my neck, sucking at the skin as he gripped me to him. He pulled the tender skin into his mouth, flicking his tongue dangerously. Andy moved away before he could leave a mark.

And I couldn't pretend I wasn't falling under his spell. My breath was coming out in hungry gasps as he reminded me of why I'd fallen the first time. Passion was coursing through me, a tingling sensation erupting within me.

I turned around, desperate for soft lips and his familiar hold. Andy's ice blue eyes were full of a rabid hunger, meeting mine in a silent challenge.

I leaned in, my mind wrapped up in nothing but Andy. I could already taste the nicotine on his tongue and the way his hair would feel when I ran my fingers through it.

But when our lips were only millimeters apart, Andy pulled back. A smirk was toying at his lips.

"I think your boyfriend's waiting for you," he murmured.

I stepped back in surprise, shame rushing through me at my actions.

"I-I don't know what I-," I mumbled.

"You want me and you can't deny it any longer. Give me your number."

I handed him my phone reluctantly and Andy immediately typed in a series of digits. Warning bells were ringing in my head, telling me this was a mistake, yet I refused to listen.

"I'm leaving town later tonight but I have a feeling I'll be getting a call from you soon," he stated confidently as he gave my phone back.

With that, Andy turned and departed from the crowded dance floor, leaving me confused and guilty.

Things are changing!!! IMPORTANT STUFF REGARDING THIS STORY PLEASE READ:

So basically I just want to address some stuff that's going on. Well umm this is going to be my last Andy fanfiction. So yeah. I don't really listen to BVB anymore and idk I'm just interested in other things. I've honestly felt kind of trapped within the fandom on Wattpad bc everyone reads my stories for Andy and when I did post a 1D story almost no one read it. For this reason, once Numbers is finished, I will close this account (at some point) and will be using a new account I have created. It will be dedicated to 5SOS/1D fics and maybe some original stuff.

I just want a new start. I know most of you won't read my new works but I just wanted to kind of let you guys know what's up and kind of why updates have slowed/sucked for this story. I've been working on my novel, like I said, but the real reason is just that I'm not interested in Numbers anymore. I feel like I've lost my passion for it. I WILL STILL BE COMPLETING IT bc I know how much it sucks when authors abandon stories. I just kind of wanted to get this off my chest and explain to you guys what is happening.

So yeah. I'm sorry. This is just what's best for me and what I really want. I know if I keep writing Andy fics, I'll just entirely lose my passion for writing on Wattpad altogether and I don't want that. if you want to follow my new account, it's @alexislaen. it's empty and blank at the moment but I'll be adding stuff soon.

Umm yeah. That's all. Bye.