angel with a camera || andrew siwicki x reader

13 | Promises

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lmao yall are gonna hate me

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     It wasn't hard explaining to everyone that Andrew and I were now official. In fact they watched the whole thing through the dining room window. We found out pretty quickly seeing as we could hear cheering from the other side. We both laughed and went inside and everyone greeted me from the trip and congratulated the both of us for getting hitched after so long. Me and Andrew's relationship went well more easily than I thought. I hadn't been this happy for as long as I could remember. As of a few days ago we've been dating for about five months, and they've been the best of my life.

     Until a three days ago.

     Shane and Andrew had finally gotten a new concept for Shane's new series, and they were well underway with filming and editing. With that being said, I saw Andrew a lot less. But I didn't mind, we still saw each other every so often and we texted pretty often. Everything was going fine between us. Everything was going fine in my life and I was happy again. Until that one evening where I nearly lost it all.

     It was around 11:00 pm and I was getting ready to go to sleep, I had texted Andrew a good night but to my surprise he hadn't responded. I shrugged it off and thought that he must've been busy. About thirty minutes past and he still hadn't. I frowned and my anxiety started to kick in.

     What if something's wrong? No, maybe his phone is off or it died or something...

     I bit my lip and decided to go with that scenario for the time being. I wanted to ignore the torturous thought that was tugging at my brain.

     He's not cheating on you, (Y/N). Everything is fine. Isn't it?

     I dropped myself onto the couch and sighed. I wanted to sleep, I was tired. But a part of me didn't want to. I tried calling him several times and he didn't answer. My anxiety became worse and I sat on the corner of the couch and curled into a ball, repeatedly telling myself that everything was fine.

     Jesus christ I need a xanax or some shit..

     It was almost midnight at this point and I still got nothing. And then the phone rang. I hoped it would be from the person I wanted it to be. It wasn't. It was Morgan. I raised my eyebrows slightly. Why would Morgan be calling this late? I answered and muttered a quiet 'Hello?'. Morgan's tone was frantic.

     "(Y/N)? Where are you?" she asked in a panicked tone.

     "I'm at home..why..?" I asked in return.

     I didn't want to hear the words that came out of her. There's nothing worse than having your anxiety thoughts come true.

     "(Y/N)...Andrew's been in an accident." she murmured. My heart sank and I didn't even bother changing to get into the car to drive to the hospital. I hung up the phone and arrived about thirty minutes later. I found Morgan and Ryland outside and I ran towards them. I panicked.

     "What happened? Are they okay? Morgan what's happening?" I asked frantically. Ryland ushered me to calm down and sit down and take deep breaths. I inhaled and exhaled slowly and my heart rate calmed down a little. I took one final breath and nodded gently. "I think I'm fine now...maybe." I whispered.

     Ryland nodded and looked at Morgan. I looked at her mournfully. "What happened?"

     "Shane and Andrew were on the way back from filming with someone, they had gotten into their uber and were coming home. It was all fine, but someone ran a red light and..." she stopped for a moment.

     I looked at her. "Morgan." I glared. "What happened."

     "It's bad, (Y/N). The guy was going fucking fast too, he slammed right into Andrew's side. Shane is pretty much okay, but I can't say the same for Andrew..."

     I bit my lip to hold back my tears. "And the driver of the car?"

     "They don't know. It was a hit and run. The guy slammed into them and then took off." Morgan muttered. I frowned and Ryland pulled me into a hug.

     "Are they okay at least?"

     "Shane is doing fine, the doctor is still with him but..."

     I frowned again. "But what?"

     "Andrew hasn't woken up yet. Because of how bad the accident was they don't know when he's going to. I'm sorry, (Y/N)." Morgan joined in on the hug and I sat there. I didn't say anything for the next hour. The doctors finally said it was okay to go and see them. Ryland went to go visit Shane and Morgan wanted to come with me to see Andrew. Ryland insisted that I be left alone, much to her disapproval, but she went along with it. I was glad too. As much as I needed their support, I need to be alone right now.

     It's funny really, how I've seen him asleep before, peaceful where I'd want him to stay that way. But this time, I'm begging him to wake up. I sighed and pulled a chair next to the bed and held his hand gently. I kissed it softly and frowned.

     "I miss you...I miss you and I want you to wake up. Please. I can't do this without you, Andrew." I felt tears run down my face again and I couldn't help it.

     I stayed with him every day until he wakes up. It's been a week now. He had recovered slightly, and occasionally regained consciousness, but never for long. But I'm not giving up. I talked to him a lot. Saying how much I miss him, how I need him, how it should have been me instead.

     Shane had recovered and was released from the hospital. Everyone else came to visit Andrew, and with Shane and Garrett being his closest friends, they knew how bad I was feeling. They each tried to help me get my mind off of it, take me somewhere else. I refused. I was gonna stay here until he wakes up.

     More days passed. My begging turned into pleading and my sleep schedule absolutely gone.

     "Why won't you wake up... you promised you'd always be here for me... I need you now, more than ever, and I know you're here, but not really. I miss you...I miss you so damn much. I miss your smile, your laugh, your voice...please, Andrew...come back.... I love you." I whispered. I held his hand again, but this time, I felt him hold mine.

     Either I was going insane from the lack of sleep or...he was waking up. I heard him mutter gently. "I love you too." It was weak, but I could hear it. I smiled softly and kissed his hand.

     "Andrew?" His eyes gently fluttered open and he smiled weakly. "Am I dead yet? Because if this is heaven then I am glad that the first angel I see is you."

     I laugh softly. "You're not dead, you're still here, with me."

     "Good. I made you a promise, didn't I? I don't intend on breaking it." he smiled. He attempted at getting up but I told him not to.

     "No, you're still really weak. Stay here and rest more, okay? I'll be here when you wake up again."

     "Promise?"

     "Promise."

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~Word Count: 1,238~

Next Scheduled Update: Wednesday | November 28, 2018

A/N

imma keep this short and say two things. i'm sorry and this isn't the end :) love u

stay frosty

xoxo

-AR