Sorry Won't Stitch These Wounds ~ Andy Biersack Fan Fiction

Chapter 12 - Beg For This Man's Approval

Christians P.O.V.

I watched Natasha exit, leaving an uncomfortable touch to the room. She seemed so upset and I could tell she really did have feelings for Andy, just by the way she looked at him. I really needed to fix this mess I caused. My stupid feelings always seem to hurt someone, somehow.

I moved towards Andy, piecing together a conversation in my head. I always got nervous at the worst of times. He was sat on the couch staring into his hands. Unconfidently, I sat beside him and looked to the ground.

"I know you're angry..." I said beginning the conversation "but please don't be mad at Natasha" I slightly regretted my choice of words. It seems as though I had really bad, brain-mouth co-ordination.

Andy looked up at me with emotion building up in his eyes "Why shouldn't I be?" he whispered sadly, keeping his hand to his lips.

"I kissed her" I said ashamed "She pulled away quick enough..." I mumbled sadly, at this point, I wasn't quite sure whether I was upset because I hurt Andy, or because I got rejected.

"Yeah... After she realised I saw her" He said in doubt, not even looking at me.

"Even ask Jake, because he's the one that told her you were in the room... Before that she didn't even know" My voice, started getting louder as I got more annoyed at how childish Andy was being. One thing I was happy about though, was that the music was so loud, that nobody could hear us anyway. I could barely hear Andy when he was talking normally.

Andy nodded "You'r-" he began.

I cut him off quickly "For crying out loud Andy, just be mad at me, okay?!" I yelled. I thought it would be like one of those stupid things that Andy whined about for days on end... But it seems that I was mistaken, this once.

Andy remained calm, which let me know that he had won. "I was going to say that you're right" His eyes searched the room, looking at anything but me.

"Oh" I replied, sitting back "Well, man... I'm sorry for ruining your day by yelling at you, then kissing the girl you like - neither were intentional - Man... I'm a really bad friend"

If Andy hadn't interrupted me, I would've kept going on and on... "I understand" he tried smiling "If I were in your shoes I would have had tendencies to do the same... Ceece, You're an amazing friend."

I smiled and bro-hugged Andy "Thanks bro... Want to know something?"

"Sure" Andy answered, unsure of what was to come.

"She told me she didn't feel the same way... I think she likes you"

Andy smiled to himself "I'm sorry man, but I hope she does feel that way"

"No hard feelings?" I asked, holding my hand out.

"No hard feelings" He smiled, high fiving me. I was truly relieved that we sorted this out quickly, I just couldn't sleep at night knowing that I had upset someone, especially if I hadn't meant to. "What are you going to do now?" I asked lastly.

"Well, I'm going to try and catch her before sound check and let her know that I'm not mad" he stood up stretching.

"Good luck!" I called after him as he disappeared from the room.

Normal P.O.V.

I sat leaning against the wall by my dressing room. My eyes traced the intricate patterns that lined the floor. I was so disappointed in myself. How many times was I going to hurt Andy before I could have the chance to tell him how I felt? I bet he hated me, and thats all I really cared about at the moment. Questions filtered my brain to the extent that my head hurt. Why couldn't I just be the sort of person that didn't make mistakes... Well, I guess I wouldn't be a person at all then...

I sat in silence for about 5 minutes, enjoying the rest that it gave my brain. Soon, I heard familiar voices approaching the corridor. Ryan, Jack and Tom appeared in the corridor shortly after. Their tall, slim figures picked their way down the long hall. The black they wore contrasted vastly with the creamy white walls.

"Sound check!" Ryan called to me, beginning to run towards me excitedly.

I stood up slowly and fixed my hair, waiting for them to reach me. I really hoped they wouldn't asked what happened back there because I seriously don't know what I'd say... It's still too much for me now. I walked slowly behind them once again, my eyes danced along the walls as we did. We passed the small reception, my converses clapped against the tiled floor. We crossed one more corridor to a small room with a stage, where we would sound check our instruments and microphones. I entered the dark room with the boys.

I could barely see a thing and was getting scared. Nobody deserved another phobia outbreak today... or anytime soon. "Could somebody, please turn a light on?" I asked nervously, messing with  my waistcoat zipper. I loved zippers... They really helped to distract me.

"We're working on it" someone called from amongst the darkness, "Someone has been messing with the lights" Oh please no. Not another thing to worry about.

Suddenly, I was pulled back quickly. I opened my mouth to let out a scream but a hand covered it just in time, honestly I was really frightened. I breathed in deeply, truly terrified.

"It's only me" Andy whispered into my ear, taking his hand away from my mouth.

In relief, I turned around as the lights came on. I hugged him so tightly, "I'm so sorry" I pleaded.

"Don't be" he smiled "Christian explained everything" he pulled away. Every single time I looked at Andy, I couldn't seem to part my eyes from his.

"I know" I sighed, "but it was my fault too" I said ashamed, bringing my eyes to look to the ground.

"We all make mistakes" he replied sweetly, twirling a piece of my hair around his finger. I remembered the guitar situation yesterday and smiled warmly at Andy.

I nodded "I'm just sorry that I hurt you so many times before-" I stopped anxiously.

"Before what?" Andy prompted me with a look of those oh so gorgeous eyes.

"Natasha!" My manager called over "Sound check time" he held my guitar out, tempting me.

I walked over and picked it up from him. "Before I told you how I really felt" I called back confidently.

He smiled, messing with his hair, "I'll be there side stage watching your show" he called after me.

"Can't wait!" I smiled, walking onto the stage for sound check.