I will try to fix you (Andley)

Chapter eight

No reaction. “I’m sorry” I whispered. Andy put the light on again. His head was red from blushing. “No Ashley, I am sorry” he said. “And um… I have to tell you something” I said. Andy looked afraid at me. Maybe I should talk a little nicer. “Um… yeah… I’m gay too” I saw his eyes widening. “A-and I-I I think I really like you too.”

I could see it in his eyes. He was loss for words. He sat up. So did I. I walked over to his bed and sat down next to him. “I heard you cry, I heard you saying sorry for like a thousand times and I felt you kissing my hand. But why Andy? Why?” I swallowed hard. “Why? I don’t deserve this” I whispered, looking at him. “Because you’re beautiful, Ashley” Andy’s voice lowered a bit, sounding very sexy now. "Because you’re beautiful” he repeated and then he softly kissed my lips.

My heart jumped in my chest at the sensation of feeling his lips on mine. His lips, so soft. We broke apart from each other, foreheads resting against the other. Andy looked me straight in the eyes. “Because you’re beautiful Ashley, and you need someone to convince you that” he smiled lightly before I crashed my lips on his.

His tongue slid over my lower lip. I gasped in surprise, and he put his tongue inside my mouth. I tasted him, he rubbed his tongue against mine. I liked this. My hand slid in his hair and his hands were behind my neck and at the small of my back. I loved Andy fucking Biersack and he loved me back.

 We both lay down in his bed and he wrapped his strong arms around me. I felt save and comfortable in his arms. He was warm, and caring. Just like a huge stuffed animal. But Andy was much sweeter than that. Laying like that we drifted off to sleep.

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I opened my eyes and saw the blue with white bedroom from Andy. I still lay in Andy’s bed. Andy was still sleeping. He looked so damn cute; his hair was a bit messy, his mouth was curved in a little smile and his eyes were closed. He looked so peaceful. His breathing was slowly, and calming. I lightly touched his hair. Just for the feeling. Andy moved and I thought for a moment; fuck, did I wake him up? But he just kept sleeping. Then the alarm clock on his mobile phone went off. The alarm signal was Kick start My Heart by Mötley Crüe. His eyes slowly opened and he snoozed his alarm.

The morning glow of the sun shined trough the curtains in the room, giving Andy’s body a warm glow. He was so beautiful. He softly smiled at me “good morning beautiful”. I smiled back “good morning.”

Andy wrapped his arms around me again “Ashley?”  “Hm?” “I-I was thinking, about what happened yesterday evening and um…” Fuck he regrets it. I just know. I fucking know. This was what I was afraid of, first he tells me that he loves me and then he goes and leaves me. Why does he do this to me? Wait, that sounds like Lovesick by NeverShoutNever. I’ve never really liked the band, it’s not really like, a rock band. But I have to admit, some songs are pretty good. “I-do you want to be my boyfriend?” he blurted out.

I turned around to face him and kiss him. He smiled into our kiss. “In case it’s not obvious; yes” I breathed as I rest my forehead against his. “Good” he breathed back and kissed me again.

We lay in the bed for another ten minutes and then we got up. We had to go to the mall and at the afternoon we had band practicing and then we had a concert to play. Today was gonna be busy.

We both dressed ourselves and then made our way to the bathroom to do our hair and make up. I watched Andy doing his mascara. It’s actually a bit weird, putting mascara on. I mean, actually it’s just a kind of paint you put on your eyes. “What are you thinking of?” Andy asked.

“Oh nothing important.” I replied. If I tell him what I was thinking about, he would probably think I’m a freak. I continued doing my make up and then we went to the kitchen.  “What do you want to eat for breakfast?” Andy asked weirdly. He knew I never ate something for breakfast. I barely ate at all. I know he may be worried about me, but I’m not going to eat. At least not now. “I’m not hungry” I told him. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “No really” my voice raised a few octaves, showing that I was lying. Fuck it.