Song About A Songwriter (An Andy Fowler Fanfic)

Strong

Andrea’s POV

I fell asleep for what felt like a few minutes, but was actually a few hours. Oops. I went to close my eyes again until Becky came jumping on me telling me I have to get up because it’s 3pm and Andy’s landed in America.

“I don’t care; I don’t want to see him anyway.”

“Yes you do Andrea; you’re just lying to yourself because you’re angry. Now, get up!”

I growled and got up. On the table I had a tea waiting for me that Ryan had made me. Cutie. I had to force myself to get ready as honestly, I just wanted to spend my whole day in bed watching mean girls and forgetting about everything. But I guess I’m not going to have “me time” anymore.

It took about 15 minutes for Andy to get from the airport to our hotel and the boys went to meet him downstairs.

“Andrea, you’re wearing trackies? Dude, dress up nicely, he’ll want you more.”

“I don’t want him to want me.”

“Well then make him realise what he could have had and what he lost.”

The boys spent a few minutes’ downstairs getting drinks and I got changed into something “nice”.

My stomach felt like it did when I first met Andy. I didn’t want to see him, I felt like if I did see him, I’d just burst into tears. I probably will, knowing me. I put my earphones in, sat on the sofa and listened to my favourite song “life of the party” by Shawn Mendes. I didn’t want to wave or even smile or even look at him when he walked through the door. I just acted like I didn’t hear him walk through the door and say my name. I heard him come closer to me as if he was going to come and sit next to me. I closed my eyes and slowly took a deep breath as he sat down and pulled out my right earphone.

“I’ve missed you.” he told me.

I didn’t bother looking at him; I just carried on staring at the wall in front of me.

“Okay.” I replied.

I heard him sigh.

“Andy mate, come with me. I’ll show you round the penthouse. Wow, it feels amazing saying that. Makes me sound all posh and everything!”

They walked into the bedroom and Becky sat next to me.

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying.”

“You think I’m stupid Andrea? I’ve been your best friend for three years. I know when you’re going to cry.”

“I can’t help it. Even when I hear his name it makes me angry and it makes me want to cry.”

“You can get through it, you’re so strong. I know you are. You’re the strongest person I know Andrea, you’ve gotten through so much shit. You got through the death of Taylor, you got through your depression, you got through your parents’ divorce, now trust me, you can get through this.”

“I love you Becky.”

I was so lucky to have a best friend like Becky. She had gotten me through so much these past three years, and I have to thank Overload, because without them I wouldn’t have met her. We live two hours apart, but we’d always find a way to meet and now we basically live together. Her family are my second family and mine are hers. I don’t think we’re even classed as internet friends anymore. I’d only been friends with Amber and Shannon for a year and a half, but they were like my sisters. I had gotten through so much with these three girls, they meant everything to me.

When the boys finished giving Andy a tour of the penthouse, they came back. Again, he came and sat next to me. I knew I’d have to at least be civil even though I honestly could not stand the sight of him. Andy grabbed my wrist and dragged me into his and the boys’ bedroom.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I want to talk to you. I know what I did was wrong I don’t know why I did that, because I didn’t really love her. I think I just wanted to make you jealous, so that you would want me. I didn’t think you liked me in the first place, I thought you just thought of me as a best friend and that’s why I did it. It was a stupid mistake and I promise you I will never do it again. I love you Andrea and I know it’s not going to be the same straight away but please, please just forgive me. I’m struggling without you. I need you Andrea. You’re my world.”

I promised myself and Becky that I wouldn’t let him make me cry, but I broke that promise. I burst into tears, I hadn’t cried this much since my brother died two years ago. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know whether to forgive him or not. My tears could probably flood the river Nile but I couldn’t stop crying no matter how hard I tried. I buried my head in my hands. Andy came over to me and wrapped me in his arms and at that moment, I just wanted to hug him back.

Becky’s POV

Andy took Andrea into his room and we didn’t hear anything for a while until out of nowhere I heard Andrea crying.

“I have to go in there, she needs me.”

“No Becky, don’t. Just let them speak.”

“Ryan, they clearly aren’t speaking right now. She’s in tears. She hasn’t cried this much since Taylor. I can’t just leave her in there with him so she can cry.”

“Just give it five minutes.”

I waited for a few minutes, but I couldn’t do it. I burst into the room and pulled Andrea out of Andy’s arms. It broke me to see her like that. Andy walked out the room with his head down and I shut the door. We collapsed on the floor hugging and crying in each other’s arms.

“I’m not strong anymore Becky.”