Heart Of Fire......... (Andley Story)

~Chapter 6~

(Andy's POV)

We were at the next venue after a two hour journey and I spent that journey in my bunk, scrolling through my twitter feed. There were pictures of me on the stage when I collapsed, god I looked like a god damn whale. Ugh............. The curtain of my bunk was pulled open and CC smiled a soft smile, offering me his hand.
"We're here man," he said,
"We should be going inside now." I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up quickly. Too quickly. My head spun and I held onto the wooden posts by the bunks, staying up.
"Woah are you okay?" CC asked,
"Is there something-" I cut him off by hissing,
"There is nothing wrong with me CC!" I turned and grabbed my bag before leaving the bus and walking into the large hotel where the boys were already gathered.
"Hey Andy, you'll be rooming with Ash," Jake told me, and I smiled a nervous smile at Ash. We got our key, agreeing to meet the boys back at the reception in a half hour to go out or do something, and took the stairs to the sixth floor. There was one large double bed for us to sleep in and it looked so comfy.
"Andy, CC told me you got dizzy on the bus," he commented.
"I just stood up too fast," I shrugged. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, but I whimpered, trying to get out of his grasp.
"Andy?" he asked,
"Baby what's wrong?" I swallowed hard and took my things into the bathroom, locking the door. I turned the shower on full blast and grabbed a cup, chugging some cold water, before forcing the contents of my stomach up. I sobbed as nothing came up. That's what happens when you don't eat for days on end............... I changed into some ripped jeans, a shirt with a long sleeved top over it with my hoodie.
Everyone was in the bar drinking, dancing and trying not to fall over. I however, had nothing to drink, just a diet soda as I sat in the corner, watching everything and everyone. I didn't deserve to be dancing or having a good time, because all I did was weight people down and I'm just a burden.
"Are you okay?" I heard someone ask over the music. I glanced over and saw a boy, younger than me, sitting on a bar stool with a glass of beer, just looking at me.
"Yes, thank you," I nodded.
"You know, if something's making you unhappy it's best to just get rid of it," he said, I could hear his drunkenness a little now,
"If someone mad me sad I would cut them from my life." With that he turned back towards the bar. I wish.............. Oh how I wish that were true, to get rid of these feelings, to turn off the thoughts, but I can't. I just sighed, deciding I needed to just sleep, to try and catch up on the sleep I had missed. I made my way to the sixth floor and opened the door, only to find the lamp on. I didn't think Ashley was in yet? I turned the corner to the main bedroom and gasped at what I saw. Ash was laying on the bed with some girl in her underwear straddling him and kissing him. His hands roamed her bare skin and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I turned and silently left the room, letting the tears fall freely as I jogged down the stairs. By the time I got to the bottom I was breathing heavily, tired from it and I just wanted it all to stop. He didn't want me. I wasn't skinny enough, not good looking enough and just not perfect enough. My stomach hurt so much and black spots clouded my vision. I whimpered as I stood alone in the main reception. Alone.
"I'm not good enough for love," I whispered as I collapsed from dizziness, but I felt two arms wrap around me.

(Ashley's POV)

I wasn't even that drunk, but when this girl threw herself at me I couldn't find the strength to say no. I was Ashley Purdy, the supposed ladies man. Andy didn't want our relationship public and if I refused her, in her skin tight red dress and platform shoes, she might know. I was laying on the bed, when I suddenly heard a gasp and the door shut. I sat straight up and pushed the girl off of me, shooting up from the bed and running out the room. No........... Andy can't have seen that! NO! I ran down the stairs to the reception when I saw the boys walking out of the bar and I spotted Andy in the corner, holding his head. I sighed, thankful he wasn't completely gone and started walking over. But I heard him say," I'm not good enough for love," before his body went limp. I gasped and ran forward, quickly wrapping my arms around his frame, catching him. I turned and yelled,
"Guys!" as they looked at us and ran over. I held Andy close to me and shook him, his head just lolled from side to side.
"Is he dehydrated?" Jinxx asked, his drunkenness suddenly gone.
"No," I shook my head, "Something's wrong, we have to take him to the hospital."
Andy woke up halfway to the hospital, but he was tired and confused, not fighting as I touched his waist or thighs which he was usually so self-conscious about. At the hospital, I carried him inside and looked around for help.
"Sir does your friend need help?" a near-by doctor asked. "Yes," I said,
"Please."
"Okay just follow me," he gestured,
"Your friends should wait in the waiting room." I followed him to one of the rooms and laid Andy on the bed, where he sighed, looking around.
"Okay what seems to be the problem?" he asked, taking out a full note-book,
"I'll also need his name, date of birth and your status with him." I told him all the information, including that I was his boyfriend, and what happened. "Okay Andy, how much do you eat daily?" he asked the now awake boy. He shrugged.
"Babe you have to tell him," I encouraged.
"Not much," he sighed,
"I try to stay under 150 calories."
"Andrew, that is well below the suggested calorie intake," the doctor looked sympathetic and Andy just shrugged,
"Okay we'll need to take some tests if you can just change into this," he handed him a think green shirt with some green pyjama looking pants, before stepping out and drawing the curtain. I didn't move.
"Ashley please," he blushed.
"No Andy, you can barely stand and I'm your boyfriend, you still look perfect to me." He blushed as I helped him up and took everything but his boxers off. I saw his spine, his collar bones, his ribs, his hip bones and his skinny legs. I didn't want to comment in case I upset him, so I changed him into the clothes and rested him on the bed as the doctor came back.

(Andy's POV)

My oxygen, temperature and weight was dangerously low. I knew about the first two, but my weight? It must be wrong......... I had my blood drawn and it was painful because I was dehydrated from my night out, and the doctor left the needle in so an IV could be connected.
"What's going in?" I asked, looking at the clear liquid.
"It's a glucose drip to held your body want to put on weight," he told me, and I panicked. Put on?!
"Andy calm down," Ash whispered, brushing his thumb over my knuckles.
"I will suggest a diet plan," he told Ashley,
"Instead of sending him to a food clinic, we'll send him home after a few nights of observation here," and with that he left. I didn't want to be so broken anymore, but I can't put myself back together............