Boys in Bands (Open Requestable One Shots)

Andy Biersack - Valentines Day (Fluffy Smut)

Violet*

"Baby, I'm sorry it's just the tour-", Andy's voice is so apologetic over the phone, too bad it didn't stop me from cutting him off in the middle of his sentence.

"No, It's fine Andy. It's okay. I'll spend my Valentines day alone because you're still on tour even though you told me you'd be here a week ago.", I feel my voice break on the last word, I'm trying to be reasonable but it comes out wrong, "The band is more important."

"Violet, how can you say tha-", I cut the call and toss my phone aside in frustration. Pacing around our bedroom I try to rack my brain and pull myself together. Why was I so rude to him? I didn't mean it, he knows I understand about his work so why did I say something so insensitive. I'll call him back later and apologise, I just need some space right now.

I haven't seen him in months and now he tells me he won't see me for another full month because the tour is being extended, he promised he'd be here for Valentines day and yet here I am alone in our apartment, with a bedroom covered in flower petals and a tub that will only be occupied by me, candles that won't be lit and my bottle of vodka. Bottles of vodka, If I continue to feel this way. I take the lid off of the new bottle by the nightstand and take a bug gulp, the disappointment sets in and I feel myself feeling the full impact of the situation. No point in staying all dressed up when there's no one to see it. I feel the frown on my face deepen and my head is heavy. I sit on our bed and a single tear slips from my eyes. I slump into my closet and pull out one of Andy's shirts throwing it on the bed.

"Dammit Andy, why aren't you here? I miss you so much.", I mumble to myself as I stand in front of my full length mirror looking at my black dress, he wouldn't see this tonight. I feel my throat closing and drying up, my stomach feels hollow and my eyes are at the brink of tearing. I walk over to my drawer to look for a pair of sweat pants to wear.

My heart jumps when I feel hands snaking around my waist and the weight of someone's head being placed onto my shoulder. My body reacts with my heart and I instinctively turn back to look at the beautiful pale man with the black locks of hair falling over one side of his perfectly sculpted face. His ocean eyes bore into mine and his thin lips part to reveal his low pitch voice that utters my name so delicately that it might break.

"Violet, did you really mean that?", he lowers his head to look into my eyes while I stand still in shock. How I've missed his voice. His head slightly lowered but his eyes still meet mine, he has on a tight white v-neck shirt and tight black pants.

"No, maybe, I don't know.", I lower my eyes in shame but look right back up again, not wanting to miss a second of his beauty.

"Do I make you feel that way?", he takes a step closer to me, leaning in to look at my face more clearly as he pushes a strand of hair away from my face. His palm plants itself on my cheek and his thumb strokes my cheek with his thumb.

"No Andy, I didn't mean it. I was just upset that you weren't going to be here tonight.", I place my hand over the back of his hand and breath in his scent for a second as a small smile plays on his lips, suddenly something occurs to me, "Why are you here?"

"Well my jokes aren't always as funny as I think they'll be and I thought I'd trick you by telling you about the tour being extended when I was at the front door so that you'd be really surprised when I walked in with a bag full of your favourite band merchandise. Turns out it was a miss.", he rambles in his apologetic voice until I place a single finger over his lips and his bright eyes go wide.

"Just shut up.", I take my finger off his lips and hit him lightly in the stomach, he laughs lightly at my attempt of bruising him, I wrap my arms around his waist and place my head on his chest, holding him tightly, his scent knocks me, "I missed you."