angel with a camera || andrew siwicki x reader

5 | Alone Together

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Keep in mind i could have named this chapter something like "Broken things can be fixed" or some aesthetic shit but no, my emo ass is gonna stick with this. Enjoy

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     Damn you, Garrett 

     I thought to yourself as I stared at Andrew, who was standing at my doorstep.

     "Andrew? What are you doing here?" I asked him.

     He shrugged lightly. "Garrett said that he was going to come over but something came up so he asked if I could come here instead as a favor."

     Something came up, my ass

     I thought again. I bit my lip gently. I didn't want to be alone, but then again, I didn't want to be alone with him. I decided to let him in and I asked if he wanted anything. He shook his head and sat down on my new couch.

     "I see you finally got to buying furniture." He smiles. I nodded and chuckled.

     "Yeah, I wanted to order some furniture online, but Morgan persistently insisted I not do that. I don't blame her though." I murmur, but loud enough for him to hear. He looks at me slightly and tilts his head. He did this to me at the party about a week ago too. I didn't notice why he did it at first, but then I realized he was trying to read me. I shrug it off and grab some water. I offered some to Andrew and he agreed for a bottle.

     "So, what's up with you?" he asks, taking a drink from the bottle. My breath hitches and I try to come up with some excuse as to why I wanted Garrett here in the first place.

     "Oh, nothing much. Just got lonely, I guess." I bluffed.

     "Liar."

     "Excuse me?"

     Andrew set his drink down on the small table in front of the couch. "You wouldn't ask Garrett to come here just because you were 'lonely'. At three in the morning no less. What's bothering you?"

     I sigh and frown slightly. "I just...had a bad dream is all. Nothing that should be worried about." I shrugged, but I turned my face to where I couldn't see him.

     "Oh, what happened?" he asks softly. I didn't say anything. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It's none of my business anyway."

     "No, I trust you." I finally say. I turn to face him on the couch and relax a little. "It happened a few months ago. I dated a guy named Damien, a couple years older than me, and we lived in the same town. When I met him, he seemed so nice. We fell in love. Or, so I thought. Everything was fine at first, but a few months later...he changed. He started getting angry at every little thing I did. I didn't mind at first, but then...then he hit me. And then it happened more often. It go so bad once I had to be hospitalized." 

     I raised the sleeve on my shirt to reveal a few bruises that were still healing. Andrew winced at the sight.

      "I was so afraid of him. I tried leaving once. He found me. Then a couple months ago he beat me up. Badly. I was bleeding, and I was bruised everywhere. I made the decision to finally leave the place once and for all. I wanted to get as far away from him as I possibly could. I used to live in Florida. So the farthest place I could think of where I actually had friends was here. My worst fear is him finding me again. Taking me back and just doing it all over again. I don't want it to happen again. I'm scared, Andrew...I can't do this again,"

     I didn't realize I started crying. Andrew frowned and pulled me into a comforting hug. I flinched at his touch lightly and he hesitated for a moment before hugging again. I sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trouble you with all of this..." I muttered. Andrew shook his head.

     "Trouble me? You've done no such thing, (Y/N)." he cooed softly.

     "I'm sorry I'm like this...broken.." I whimpered softly. He stroked my cheek with his hand gently and dried the tear off my skin.

     "You may be broken, but that just means you have a story to tell. And besides. Just because you're broken, doesn't mean it'll last forever." He cupped my face in his hands and smiled at me. "You'll be fixed. I know it."

     I smile and hug him again. "Thank you." I say, finally feeling relieved of my fear and burden. I feel yourself start to blush and I pull yourself from his embrace. "So, do you want to watch anything, or..?" He shakes his head.

     "No. I'd rather spend time with you. Speaking of, you have any card games?" he asks.

     I nod, drying my tears. I go into my studio and pull out a deck of Uno cards. "How's this?" I ask, smiling.

     "Perfect."

     I pull out the deck and shuffle the cards, giving seven cards to both myself and Andrew. We begin to play, and a few hours later, I have successfully managed to beat him four times in a row with the same +4 card along with one loss. "Yeah, I'm tapping out" he chuckles. I laugh and nod my head.

     "I agree." I look at the clock and see its about 5 in the morning. I clean out the deck and put it back into the box where it came from. Andrew yawns and sits on the couch, his eyes are heavy, and quite frankly so are mine. I sigh tiredly and sit next to him once again.

     There's a moment of silence and I take a breath to break it. "Hey Andrew?"

     "Yes?" he responds.

     "Thank you."

     "It's no problem, really-"

     "No I mean, thank you for being here for me, I haven't opened up to anyone about this sort of thing in...well, at all."

     "Seriously? Not even Morgan knows?"

     "Well, yes, but not as much as I told you. But still, thank you for being here for me as a friend, and...to help out with my shitty life." I chuckle softly.

     "Well, if it means anything to you. I'll continue to be here for you." he smiles.

     "Promise?"

     "Promise."

     I smile and yawn, unconsciously leaning my head on his shoulder. I didn't hear him chuckle softly as he wrapped his arm around me gently. I close my eyes and the next thing I know, I fall asleep again.

     And if this is a dream, then I don't want to wake from it.

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~Word Count: 1,056~

Next Scheduled Update: Friday | November 9, 2018

A/N

lmao hi. So, a quick little change I may make to the story. I am trying my best to write in first person, but my stupid, idiotic brain keeps writing "you" instead of I or myself. Smh. So if you notice some weird shifts from 3rd person to 1st, i'm sorry lmao. Anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter, and my emo ass is gonna enjoy pairing this up with some Fall Out Boy :)) Love you guys.

Stay Frosty

xoxo

-AR