You Did This To Me - ON HOLD

You Did This To Me -3-

Okay - so I know there's tons of mistakes but I don't hve time to run to the computer and edit so this is coming straight from my phone. Thank you so much for the first comment vote and a few fans !!! I'm so stoked. Please if you read (Which I know you are) do one of the three.. I'd appreciate it so much.... So off to the story.!! 

-Part 3- 

Andys POV 

He just walked away. I dont really blame him too mich but it hurt. I followed him. 

I hated that everywhere I go I seem to literally run onto him. I think he's following me or something! Why the heck did he have to come into my life. 

I pushed through the hords of people and tried to get to the bar where I assumed he would be.  

A hand gripped my arm tightly and pulled me into something rough. 

"Wanna dance with me?" I looked up to see a drunken goon stareing at me like he was hungry. Great. 

"No thanks, I'm here with my boy friend." I smiled slightly and tried to pull away. No use. He may be drunk, but he was certainly strong. He tightened his arms around me while I continue to try and wriggle free. I yelled, pushed, did everything. He wouldn't let go.  

Does no one see that this brute has me in a death grip and won't let go? I looked up at him stopped squirming and smiled sweetly. At the same time I picked up my foot and kneed him as hard as I could in the ballocks.  

In an instent his hands were gripping his babies and I was free to walk away. I grined. 

"Thank you for the dance, it was lovely." Laughing loudly I continued walking until I remebered what I was searching for. Chris, my stalker. I stood on my tip toes and searched for some black hair. Being short does have it's disadvantages. I couldn't see anyone. I needed a drink. 

I made it to the bar and was about to order my drink when I saw him just standing about twenty feet away. Good, now I can get the last word in and tell him to leave me alone. Even if in the end I really didn't want him too?Its just cause he is smoking hot that's why, I don't even know the guy.  

Approaching him from behind I reached my fist up to drum lightly on his shoulder, almost as if I was knocking on a door. He might as well as been a door with how tall and broad he is. He must be about 6'3" while I'm a measley 5'4".  

While my fist was still raise in the air he whipped his head around causing his jaw to collied with my hand. Holy crap it hurt I think his face broke my hand. 

Oh God. I punched him in the face. I could only stand there shocked while he rubbed his jaw. Shit. He glared at me, eyes that were once as clear as a diamond were now clouded with anger. 

"YOU! I should have known! What the hell is your problem! You seem to follow me everywhere and cause havok whereever you are!" He continued to glare at me. Mouth slightly open I steped forward to apologise. While doing so I stomped down on his foot by acident. Yah, go Andy. Prove to him he is right. Great. 

He started screaming and yelling at me. Telling me I was dammed and to stay away from him.  

Dammed!? How dare he. You know I was sorry but now I'm just freaking upset! It's not like I meant to hurt him and now all he is doing is yelling at me!  

"It's your fault anyways!" I screamed back. He looked shocked for a split second than angerier than ever. 

"My fault?!" 

"Yea! It's not like I try to hurt you! You bumped into me and spilled my drink! You tripped over the apples by yourself! And you turned into my fist! I'm not trying to do anything to you! I don't even ever want to have to see you! You make me miserable!" I started to tear up. This guy just makes me feel horrible. Am I really cursed? I give up. 

"Your everwhere I turn just leave me alone, please." I was almost whispering now as the tears started to flow freely down my cheeks. While listening to the music pumping and booming on I started to silently sob. I was cursed. I looked up from hooded eye lashes to say sorry before leaving, maybe it was all my fault. 

Chris POV 

She shocked me, stunned me by making those stormy eyes leak tears on my account. They looked like clouds that were despertly trying to snow. It hurt to see her like that. I didn't care why it hurt me, I just hated that it did. All this girl has done since meeting me is tourchure me in more ways than one. Physically it had taken a huge toll on me and sexually I couldn't get her out my mind. Every time I closed my eyes I would picture her tiny figure with the slight curves, her grey never ending saucer plates that she called eyes, her slightly tinted swollen lips and her long wavy hair. I hated her for tourchuring me everyway possible, but I couldn't let her cry.  

I stepped forward and wrapped her petite figure into my arms, moulding her perfectly into me. It was odd how right this felt 

"I'm sorry. We meet under the weirdest circumstances and always seem to screw it up," I chuckeled slightly, "you always seem to cause harm to me. Like I said I'm sorry so please don't cry." I regretfully pulled my lips away from her ear and slowly pulled my arms away from her. I turned to walk away before I said something I would regret again. I may not like her but I deffiantly didn't want to see that pretty face cry. 

Andy's POV 

He let go and turned to leave. 

"Wait," he turned back, "dance with me?" He looked unsure so I continued trying to make him smile. 

"I promise I won't step on your toes! Again..." That did it, he smiled and nodded slightly. Truthfully though I just wanted to feel his arms around me again. It had felt perfect, so safe. 

We walked to the dance floor and ignored the fast tempo of the music and set our own pace. His long arms wrapped around my waist, he felt unsure, maybe worried. I twisted my arms up around his neck and layed my head on his hard chest.  

His beating heart set the tempo for my dance. It calmed my soul and for once I felt relaxed. All too soon we slowed to a stop. His bright green eyes shone with a certian intensity that made me want to run, but at the same time cling to him tighter.  

"Thank you." He choked out. 

"Um ya, no problem. I geuss I should, we should. I um." I couldn't seem to put together a proper sentance.  

"I should go," he smiled, "it was nice meeting you properlly Andy. Goodbye." 

I let my jaw drop as I watched him walk away, past the bar to the otherside of the room and out the door. 

"Bye" I whispered mainly to myself.