Bulletproof and Vulnerable. An Andy Biersack Love Story (Ftmxboy)

Chapter 7

My heart is pounding as we walk down his stairs, I'm terrible at meeting new people, and I find myself desperate to impress Andy's friends. We walk through to his living room, him still holding my hand.

"Guys! This is Alice!" He exclaims excitedly. My heart sinks. Why didn't I tell him while I had the chance? "Alice! So nice to meet you!" CC says, pulling me in for a hug. I try and pretend he's really calling me Jason, though I know that's not the case. "This guy never shuts up about you" He jokes, nudging Andy with his elbow. We both blush red. "Really?" I ask, a grin on my face. "Yeah, you'd think you were his current girl, not an ex!" I look over at Andy and raise my eyebrow with a smirk. He blushes further and nudges him back, only a lot harder.
Yeah, he's definitely not changed.

We continue talking and getting to know each other, everybody is so nice and welcoming to me. It's such an odd feeling. Even though they don't know my gender, I truly feel like one of the boys.  We all end up sat on the sofa,  drinking coffee and chatting.

"So why are you staying with Andy again?" Jinxx asks me. "Oh, I had an argument with my mom, it was stupid" I mumble, looking down into my cup. "Well, if you need to get away from this doofus you know where I am" CC smirks at me. I giggle at him and look over at Andy, but I don't think he finds it as funny. He puts his arm on the sofa behind my head, his cologne wafts over to me and gives me butterflies. He has a scorn on his face "I think she's fine here man"

I blush again at his protectiveness. I look over and Ashley puts his hands up "Alright man, I was just saying" He winks at me. I roll my eyes and take a sip.

After a couple hours, the guys leave. Leaving just Andy and me. "They were fun, i liked them" I smile as Andy shuts the door after them. "Yeah, sorry about CC, he's a bit of an idiot" He says sitting back down next to me on his large sofa. I smile "Don't worry about it"

"Aly, what were you going to tell me earlier?" He asks. My stomach drops. "Oh, I-It was nothing" I mumble looking down at my lap. "We can talk about it later if you want" He says softly, I nod in response. My nerves go haywire every time I think about telling him, especially after the response I got from my mother. What if he did the same? What if everybody did the same?

I feel his hand carefully pushing my bangs out of my eyes. "I really like your new hair" He says quietly.

I look up at him and mumble a thanks through my smile. The way he smiles back at me makes my heart burst. I take this moment to really look at his face. The way his face has matured in these years, yet has stayed so youthful. His eyes as piercing as the day we met. It was the first thing I noticed when I met him, and the first thing I really fell in love with. His lips were always so smooth, plump, and kissable. Oh, how I wish I could kiss them...

I realize I've been leaning in, and so has he. His eyes are closed, his hand on my thigh, and our lips were mere seconds away from touching.  "No, wait, fuck!" I exclaim as I pull away, jerking back. His eyes snap open, and he immediately looks horrified. "Oh my god, Aly I'm so sorry, I must've read those signals wrong, oh fuck" He continues, blushing deeply.

"No Andy it's not you, trust me I really want to, but, I just can't" I explain. I couldn't let him kiss me, not when he thinks I'm something I'm not.

His eyes widen "Are you...dating someone?" "No! I never dated anyone after you!"

Oh god, what did I just say? Just shut it, Jason!

"Wait...You never dated anyone?" He says skeptically. I shake my head, sitting back down next to him and looking down at my lap. "No one could live up to you...did I just say that out loud?" I mumble, facepalming myself. "Yeah, you did" He says with a smirk. "Nobody ever lived up to you either...I shouldn't have ever left"

"You had to follow your dreams, I didn't understand that back then, but I do now" I tell him, looking up at him. "Yeah, but none of it was ever worth it, without you"

Our eyes meet, I have no idea how to respond. I'm not used to such words being said to me, all I can do is smile.

"So is French toast still your favorite?" He asks. I giggle a little "what?" I smile "your favorite breakfast" he smiles back even bigger. I nod back at him. "Great, I'll be back in a few" he says and steps into the kitchen. Damn, I really got lucky here. This sure beats the streets.

I suddenly remember the tight sports bra I'm wearing. I must have been wearing it way over the suggested time. 'fuck!' I think to myself, and rush to the bathroom. As soon as the door is closed I peel off my shirt, and notice the large purple bruises forming around my armpits. All the giddiness must've distracted me from it, but I was certainly feeling it now. I gently lift it over my head, trying my best to not look at my chest as I do it. I gingerly lift my arm to look in the mirror and see I'm not just bruised, but it's actually cut into my skin in several areas. "Fuck!" I angrily whisper to myself. I check the other side, and see a similar sight. What do I do? I can't exactly go ask Andy for help. I start looking through his cabinets. I feel really guilty doing this, but needs must. Right in the back I notice a first aid kid, thank God!
I raid the kit and end up using the bandages to not only cover my wounds, but bind down my chest too. I know this isn't how you're supposed to do this, but I don't have many options right now.
As I'm finishing I hear a knock at the door "Aly? You okay in there?" Andy calls out. I start panicking, closing the first aid box and shoving it back in the cabinet "yeah! I'll be down in a second!" I shout back, trying to sound as normal as I can. I hear him head back down the stairs and sigh a sigh of relief.
I put my shirt back on and dart into his bedroom where my bag is.
I shove my slightly bloody bra into my bag, and change my top, so it just looks like I was changing.
I take a deep breath to compose myself, and head back downstairs where Andy was waiting with two plates.

We end up wasting the whole day together, talking, catching up, watching movies, even playing a couple board games. I catch him looking at me a couple times, but he always looks away quickly like I'd caught him doing something he shouldn't.
Soon, it was nighttime, but it felt like seconds had gone by.
"I better go make your bed up" he smiles shyly. "Why? I ask him "so you have somewhere to sleep tonight?" He laughs. It might have been the beers we'd had, but I was feeling pretty confident. "I like the bed I was in last night" I say with a little smirk. "You wanna sleep with me? I mean, in my bed?" He says wide eyed. I laugh at him and grab his hand to drag him upstairs. I enter his room and head to my bag, where I grab my phone charger.

I stand up to see Andy stood next to the bed, his back to me. He takes off his shirt and carelessly tossed it on the floor beside him. I'm completely awestruck. His broad shoulders, arms covered in tattoos, the curves of his back going seamlessly down to his low hanging jeans...
"What?" He smiles at me, now looking at me
I suddenly snap back, forcing my eyes up, so it doesn't look like I was just shamelessly staring at his ass.
"You shouldn't just throw your stuff around" I blush, hoping he didn't realise what I was doing. "Who's bedroom is it?" He grins sitting down on the bed.

I plug my phone into the wall and place it on the bedside table.  I gingerly pull back the covers and sit with him. I feel his eyes watching me, and I look up to see him smile. "What?" I say, mimicking his tone. He rolls his eyes at me, still smiling.
We both turn the lights off, and lay down. His soft bed just seems to pull you in, like you're laying on a cloud.
He turns to face me "Hey Al?" I turn to face him too. "Yeah?"
Our faces must be close, as I feel his breath, but the room in pitch black and I really have no idea where he is. "Do you think I could...hug you?"
It's a good thing he can't see, because I'm sure I would be beet red right now. "Of course" I say, shuffling a little closer to him.
"Goodnight, beautiful" he says, as I feel his arm loosely snake on my waist. "Goodnight, handsome" I mumble, closing my eyes, and feeling his touch.
I haven't been this content since, well, the last time we did this...