Let Me Live [Andley](On Hold)

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There was silence between the two band mates by the time they got to Ashley's place. The only sound shared between them was their breathing and Andy silent crying and sniffing. It broke Ashley's entire heart how much the boy was hurting right now, and possibly has been for a while. The only way he could help him more than he already was, or trying to, was if he could talk to Andy about what is bothering him. He didn't want to force him to talk; that's one thing he didn't want to do.

Parking and turning off his car, he got out and went over to Andy's side of the car to help him out. He was still curled up as best as he could; no doubt the seatbelt was digging into his body. Ashley had no idea how he managed to do that without feeling pain the entire time. Then again when they were touring in the van, Andy did sleep in some weird positions due to his height, so Ashley could understand on how he was able to sit like this in the car with the seatbelt on. Reaching over and unbuckling the singer; Ashley careful took the seat belt off of him. It was a bit hard to get the belt fully off of him; yet once he did he saw Andy move a bit, showing his face which made Ashley feel horrible for the boy.

Small lines of black make up where going down his face, a lot of it was smeared to the sides of his eyes. His blue eyes were duller, red and puffy from crying, and his face was paler than normal. It hurt Ashley that Andy was crying. Whenever the boy cried; whether it was from pain from getting hurt on stage, life, or anything it always made Ashley want to protect the boy from everything. He was fragile and in a world right now with the music industry where he could easily crash and burn from influence of people he puts himself around, the stress of it all, and himself. The bassist did not want to see him turn out like him when he first came out here. It took him so much work to get out what if he was into, and he knew Andy would not survive it at all.

"Hey there." Ashley sad softly.

Andy moved more, making a small moan as he stretched his body out. "Are we at your place?"

Ashley nodded with a soft expression. "Yes, we're at my place."

Taking what Ashley said in, Andy moved a to uncurl himself more and looked down at his lap. He really did not want to get out of the car despite the fact he was at Ashley's place, and the fact Ashley kindly brought him here. Though, deep down inside Andy knew the bassist was angry with him. He stood him up tonight to go out drinking with Danny, his best friend who left him without a care in the world for how he was going to get home. He didn't even offer him help to get home. Then he had to call Ashley, who no doubt stayed up all night worrying about him after he stood him up, to help him get home. He was a shit person for standing him, yet he couldn't face him, and he couldn't face him now with the fact he was definitely angry with him for tonight on top of everything else. He was really a shit friend and bandmate to him and the guys. He was really no better than Danny.

"Ashley..I'm-"

"Andy, not now." He cut him off and saw blue eyes snap towards his direction then back down to his lap. "Let's get inside, get you a shower, something to eat, then sleep."

"But Ash-"

"Andy."

At the tone of Ashley's voice, Andy shut up. He knew Ashley was probably too tired to deal with him right now, and he seemed more concerned of him getting inside. He had really messed up tonight and he really did not think Ashley would forgive him this time. Or any time after this.

Sniffing, Andy uncurling himself and began to get out of the car. He began to hoist himself out of the seat only to fall back in the car. His entire body was screaming at him as he got up. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, his body hurt, him himself hurt and all he wanted to do was cry. He didn't even care if Ashley was seeing it. He hated being weak in front of him, yet he didn't care anymore.