Please Remember Me A One Direction Fan Fiction

The Bear And A Rose

(A/N): The bear on the side is the one Andy gave to Jane. Guys i really really need your opinion on this. Please comment, fan, vote, etc. Love you guys. xx

As I looked myself over in the mirror I said…”Omigod. What’s that on my face?” I reached toward the mirror, grabbed something invisible off of it and said “… sexy, what the hell? I’m trying to get ready here. Give me some privacy” I was heading to my date with a tight black dress with a bit of the sides out and I straightened my hair. God this date better be god. Anyway I had red lipstick on but not too much so that I looked like a clown. As I walked over to put on my spiked Christian Louboutin red bottoms I heard a creek escape from the door.

“Andy I swear to god. You gotta knock. What if I was naked?” I turned around to see him with a shirt on, thank god, and a teddy bear with a rose in its hand. Andy can be the sweetest guy sometimes. Even if I was still mad at him.

“I’m not asking you to stay here. I’m just asking if we can put this behind us. I hate fighting with you. I wuv you.” He handed me the bear with a puppy dog face. I could tell he had been crying a bit by the way his eyes were puffy and pink around the edges.

“God, you better be lucky you have that accent. It just reels me in with the puppy dog face and the bear.” He laughed and I was happy again.

“Damn. Someone’s getting’ laid tonight.” He looked me over as I did a twirl. I had to admit. Mama looked good.

“I’m not looking to get laid but if it happens then it happens. Are you sure cause I think the lipstick is too much. And then the Red Bottoms. He’ll probably think I’m flashy.” I looked at him worried. He knew how self-conscious I am.

“I think you look amazing. Trust me. I am a guy after all.” He pulled me in for a hug and all was well between us. Some people don’t understand the relationship between him and me. Some say we would make a good couple and other say we’re just each-others booty calls but were more than that. We rely on each-other. On the anniversary of my mother’s death Andy left his apartment in Manhattan to come all the way to Brooklyn so I wouldn’t be alone. We are each-others backbones. Even if he does has a secret I don’t know about.

Ding-Ding!!!

“Okay that’s him. Oh, how about when I come home we watch Clash of the Titans and eat sugar popcorn and drink beer like we used to?” I asked him with hopeful eyes. That was our favorite movie. He would fantasize over the chick that gets stabbed and I would fantasize over Sam Worthington. It was the best.

“Yeah. That be great. Just if you bring him home, text me so I don’t have to hear that. My ears can only take but so much.” He covered his ears as I hit him in the arm and walked to the door. When I opened it there he stood in a black suit with a white shirt but no tie with the first two buttons undone. His hair was tasseled a bit but the qiuff was still there. Those deep mocha eyes stared back at me. Damn He was so sexy.

“Hey, you look….amazing if I do say so myself.” He gave me a hug and the scent of Giorgio Armani and Blue de Chanel lingered. Mhmm, he had a good taste in cologne.

“So, where we headed off to?” I said closing the door.

“Well, it’s a surprise. Since we met in a dance studio I thought we could go somewhere downtown. But that’s all I’m telling you.” He had a huge grin on his face which sent chills through me. Tonight was going to be awesome.