Tough Love (BMTH&BVB FanFiction)

Chapter ten: Spilling the secrets

As I woke up the sunshine hit my eyes like a brick to the face. I squinted as my eyes darted from one place to another, obsreving my surroundings. My attention was momentarilly drawn to the window, the world outside was moving by. That could only mean one thing, we were finally going somewhere. I turned my head to peak outside of Ashley's bunk to see everyone sat in the living area watching TV in content. I sat myself up quite easily but that didn't matter, I didn't want to sit up in Ashley's bunk for the next three days. I wanted to walk again.

I turned my body so that my feet were hanging of the bed and touching the floor. With a deep breath I hauled myself to my feet, struggling not to fall over I slammed my left hand on the bunk above my head for support. The bang my hand created attracted the attention of the guys. They were all staring at me from the couch in silence. I slowly shuffled my feet forwards, still grasping at the bunk above my head.

"Are you trying to walk?" Jinxx gasped. I simply nodded and held outmy palm to signal that I didn't want help before continuing to glide my feet along the soft carpet beneath me.

"Why?" Jake asked in curiosity.

"I can't rest. Oli won't rest, my dad won't rest and Jona won't rest. If I rest then they win this war. For most of my life I've been in a battle zone. You know how it works, right? If I sit dwon and rest on the playing field, I get killed so I have to keep going." I replied, what I just said couldn't have made that much sense to them as they didn't know much about me. They knew I had tried to kill myself, they knew I didn't want to go back home and they knew that my brother was crazy as hell.

"What are you on about, Ally?" CC asked. I lifted my head to look at him and stopped moving for a second.

"Come on we want to know." Ashley sighed. I stared back at my feet and let go of the bunk before staggering towards the living area. I must have looked like Bambi on ice, that's certainly what I felt like. I fell to me knees on the fround infront of the couch they were all sat on. As I tried to sit up Jake slid to the floor beside me and leant me against his shoulder for support.

"Well, if you want to know you can't judge me at all. I'm sick of being looked down upon and it's not gonna happen again." I ordered, I was angered very easily by the thoughts in my head that I was about to share with the band.

I began to tell them my story from the very begining. Starting from how my mum left me and my dad before I was even able to talk, that my dad first beat me when I was five, that I had to look after myself, that I started self harming at the age of eleven, that I tried to jump off a bridge and onto a train track at the age of fourteen, how Oli took me away from my dad, what happened my brothers tour bus and I finished my story by waking up in their tour bus after they saved me. That was it, after two and a half hours of deep desscussion knew everything and I couldn't take it back.

Everyone stared at me in shock.

"Where's the cut from when your dad smashed you over the head with a bottle?" CC asked, braking the uncomfortable silence that was sitting in the room for a little too long.

"It's behind her fringe, I've seen it." Andy stated. I had completely forgot that he had seen, it must have been when he was stroking my hair a few nights back. I pulled a bobby pin out of my pocket and pin my thick, black fringe out of my face only to reveal the gaping hole in my forehead that refused to heal.

"Holy shit!" CC yelled in shock, I didn't blame him because i had seen it and it looked horrible.

I shrugged at his comment as if it was nothing.

"Sorry, but that's a pretty big scar." Jinxx added into the conversation. I glared up at Jinxx with my wide, shocked eyes. I was surprised to find me pulling myself to my feet and staggering to the bathroom. I was wearing the same clothes as the night before but was now covered in blood.

I locked that door and gave a death stare to the ugly creature that stared back at me from the mirror.

"He wants to know what a scar is? I'll fucking show him." I spat as quietly as possible.

I pulled of the skin coloured stockings I was using to cover the cuts on my legs. I tied up my shirt so you could see my stomach and took of the bandages from my arms and wrists before washing off the make up that was covering up my previous stitches and pulling off the bandage around my stomach. I stumbled back out and stood in the door way between the bunks and the living area with my hands gripped on the door frame.

"This is what big scars look like." I anounced as everyone stared at the stitching, scars and fresh cuts that decorated me. Tears filled my eyes and threatend to fall as I tried my hardest to keep my balance. Andy's face dropped completely when he saw me but I wasn't entirely sure why. I looked around at the disturbed faces that surrounded me. Why were the looking at me like that? They knew about how much I had been judged and thye certainly were not helping me recover from it with those facial expressions.

"Why?..." Jake breathed as he put his hands over his gaping mouth still in shock.

"My life isn't exactly glamerous, is it? I'm just an unhappy person." I replied with a shrug as I sank back the floor.

"We can change that." Ashley smiled in a weak attempt to lighten the mood. I forced myself to smile back at him, could he really change it? The tension was so think you could cut through it with a knife and I wanted out.

"I'm done for the night." I grumbled, signaling that I wanted everyone to go to sleep. The guys nodded and all of them but Andy began to make their way to the bunks. Andy layed on the couch and pulled a blanket over his body.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a tone that suggested he was stupid, I didn't mean for it to sound that way, it just did.

"I'm sleeping here so you can have my bunk." Andy replied, glancing up at me. I realised he didn't want me dressed the way I was and so I pulled my top down and stretched it over my legs.

"What happened to Ashley's? It's covered in blood." I asked, slightly puzzled.

"He's changing the sheets and sleeping in his bunk. He didn't want to sleep on the couch again." Andy explained. He was now propping himself up using his elbows and staring directly at me.

"Well you're sleeping in your bunk too." I replied. Andy tilted his head slightly.

"No I'm not." He replied, a small smirk tugging at his lips. I smiled, something I didn't expect to be doing tonight.

"Well I'm not sleeping in your bunk." I grinned. How had he managed to turn this into a game? I had no idea but the way he was messing with me was very alluring.

"I guess we're sleeping together then!" Andy laughed before rising to his feet and carrying me onto the couch with him, princess style. With me in his lap and my arms wrapped around his torso he pulled the blanket over us and cradled me slightly. I liked that feeling, it was comforting, soothing and it sent a warm feeling surging around my body.

"Ally..." He whispered, I lifted my head to look into his dazzling blue eyes.

"Yeah?" I replied, entranced by his grip off me.

"I think I love you...I love you, I really, really do." He smiled, I could feel my heart racing. Without thinking, I leaned in to kiss him. My lips crashed against his, he tasted good, really good. I brushed my tongue against his soft lips, he opened his mouth willingly, allowing me to slide my tongue in his mouth. Before I knew it he had turned me onto my back and was on top of me. I winced slightly as the pressure being put on my cuts got to me, but it didn't matter. I broke the kiss for a moment as Andy pulled my shirt off and began to trail kisses down my neck. I didn't take him long to find my sweet spot. Hit bit down on it lightly, causing me to gasp. I could feel him smirk seconds before biting down a little harder, I allowed a moan to escape my lips. He ran his hands down my sides, pulling down my bottoms and underwear as he did. He pulled off his shirt as I unbuttoned his trousers, pulling down his boxers. He continued to kiss me, moving himself inside me slowly.

"Harder, Andy." I moaned as quietly as I could, trying not to wake the others. He slowed down, smirking as he did.

"Andy you tease, harder." I moaned a second time, getting louder as he gave in to my demands.