Band Romance One Shots (MIW/BVB)

His happiness is my peace(Andley)

I struggled to open my eyes, feeling an ice cold liquid drip over my arm. The sounds of the falling liquid echoed from the ground and had me up in no time.

Once I was fully awakened, I realized that I had fallen asleep, alcohol surrounding my desk. The open bottle of Jack Daniels must have fallen over while I was asleep. As I got up from my chair, I groaned as the thoughts travelled back to my mind.

"Ashley, I don't want to live anymore. Please help me. Help me in any way," Andy had begged at my knees as he cried about his turmoil.

"Andy," I had replied to him as I lifted him from the ground. "Listen to me. You'll be alright. You've got me, okay? I'll stick by you. I won't leave you on your own until you're ready to face life again."

That is the last conversation I had with Andy until the doctors and nurses decided I had to leave his bedside. Against my will that is. I pushed and screamed as they dragged  me out, Andy watching helplessly with tear filled eyes as they put him back on his bed.

Now was the time for me to go back to the hospital. It was about 8 in the morning and visiting hour starts in half an hour. That gives me enough time to get there. I dragged my way to the shower, ready to start this dreadful day.

***TIME SKIP

"Hi everyone," I greeted as I entered Andy's room. They all looked up, teary eyed, anxiety prominent on their faces.

"Hey Ash," CC replied. Everyone else just nodded.

"I'm guessing it hasn't worked yet?" I asked.

"You guessed right," Jake said from the opposite side of the room. He was staring out the window as Inna tried to comfort him.

"Well Ash. We were all just leaving. Take care baby," Amy said as she gave me a motherly hug. "You have to stay strong for Andy. We all do."

Once everyone had left, I allowed my tears to fall as I looked at my Andy. The young, vibrant young man I once knew was no more. All that he was now was a thin piece of flesh. A thin piece of flesh not really living, but surviving and it kills me to see him like this. I ran my fingers across his once youthful skin now replaced by wrinkles. Not because of old-age. No, Andy's only thirty years old. But, his cancer. It's causing him so much pain and so much worry that he has developed sagging skin and wrinkles. I still thought he was the most beautiful man I've ever seen though. I love him and will continue to love him into his grave.

"Ash? Baby?" I heard Andy's voice.

I was immediately brought back to reality and threw myself over Andy letting all my tears soak him. Amy told me to be strong, but how do I do that? How can I be strong when my life is dying?

"Ash, baby, you'll be okay," Andy whispered.

"No! No! I won't! How do I live without you Andy?"

"You'll you'll..."

I looked up and noticed that Andy was struggling to talk. I put my hand over his mouth so that he knew to stop talking.

"Babe please if it's painful for you, don't talk. I am happy just being here. I could do all the talking and you could listen. As long as I'm here," I said as I squeezed his hand.

Andy gave me a small smile and tried to keep his eyes open. He slowly tried to sit up on his bed and I helped him to, making sure not to hurt his fragile body. Once he sat up, he threw his head onto my chest and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I love you Andy, so so much. You have no-"

I stopped speaking when Andy's heart monitor started increasing its speed. Soon enough, doctors came rushing back in and I held onto Andy even tighter with no success. The medical staff pulled me away from Andy and tried to get me out of the room, but I was too strong for them. I managed to stay and watch as they worked on him with great sighing from the doctors. There was no way I was leaving.

But, all my hope died right on the spot as I heard it. Andy flatlined.

"NOOOO! GET AWAY FROM MY HUSAND!" I shouted as I tried to pass all the doctors and nurses.

They held me even tighter. "Sir please you need to leave!"

My eyes stung with tears as the realization set in. Freezing on the spot, I looked at Andy's lifeless body and decided I couldn't deal with this anymore.

"Time of death: 8: 45," I heard the doctor say.

Just then, as I was about to collapse, I found myself in a white room with nothing in it. Sweat started to drip from my shaking body as I couldn't see a way out.

"Ashley!" I heard someone call my name.

Looking around I saw that no one was in sight.

"Who are you? Where are you?"

"That's not important!" The voice replied.

"Then what do you want from me?!"

"I'm here to offer a solution to your problem with Andy. I've watched you your whole life and I've seen how much you love him."

"But how can I trust you? How do I know you're not the devil?"

"Either take the offer or leave it!"

"What is your offer?"

"So we both know that Andy has died just a few minutes ago. He could still be given another life. But that would mean you would have to swap places with him. If you take the offer, Andy will come back to life. You will still be alive, but you will have the cancer he fought. Oh and another thing, Andy will not remember you."

Was he serious? An offer to bring Andy back to life? How could I think twice about this? I just want my Andy alive and healthy again.

"Yes I'll take it!" I replied.

"Are you sure? You-"

"God damnit just let Andy be brought back to life! He has a lot to live for!"

Suddenly a man appeared in front of me. He smiled gently at me before he spoke.

"Good choice Ash. By the way I'm your guardian Angel. Every human has one."

"Thank you," I said before I felt myself being transported again.

When I opened my eyes I was laying in a hospital bed. The same one Andy had rested in.

"Hey Ash!" I heard CC's voice.

I looked around the room to see that the rest of my bandmates were all here. Andy too but he looked uninterested.

"Guys I gotta go. Good luck to whoever your friend is," he said pointing at me.

"Andy!" I called out.

I knew that he would forget me, but it still hurt a lot. I just wanted to examine him once more before he left. To see his beautiful, blue eyes and his youthful face.

When he neared me, I almost broke down in tears of joy. Andy was healthy again. He was no longer suffering and this is the only thing I needed to know in order to be happy.

"I'm sorry. I don't know you," he said. "I'm sure the guys have told you a lot about me though," he smiled.

His smile brought joy to my heart. I don't care if Andy doesn't remember me. I don't care if I got the cancer. What matters is that Andy is able to live a normal life now. That's the most important thing.