You're Not Alone (Andy Biersack Love Story) [REVISED]

I woke up in the morning in a comfortable, warm bed. I remembered last night and smiled. Andy and I had spent the whole night dancing and, well, making out. I didn't think the guys noticed, because when I checked on them they were all drunk out of their minds. Well, except for Ashley and Skylar, I didn't know where they wandered off to.

I turned in the bed and opened my eyes, only to see a sleeping Andy. I loved the way Andy looked when he slept. His hair was sticking up at odd ends and the innocent expression on his face, god, it made my heart flutter. I snuggled into his chest and took in his scent of sweat, smoke, and Axe. Andy started to stir in his sleep and I kissed him on the forehead.

"Morning," I whispered.

"Morning," Andy murmured, his voice more gravely than usual.

"Can you explain to me why I'm in your bed?" I asked.

"You fell asleep on the couch, and I know from experience your body would've hurt like hell when you woke up. Besides, I wanted a cuddle buddy."

"Andy?"

"Yeah?" he replied while rubbing his eyes with his fists.

"I was wondering if you could show me what tattoo you got yesterday."

"Only if you show me yours first."

"God, you're such a baby sometimes," I laughed.

Andy pouted at me, looking like a child who was just refused candy.

"Fine! I'll show you my tattoos!"

I carefully took off the bandages that were on my left wrist, showing the tattoo that said 'Never Give In, Never Back Down.'

"Good choice," Andy smiled. I was aware of how Andy thought it was cool when people got Black Veil Brides tattoos.

I undid the bandages on my right wrist to reveal my tattoo that read 'So hear my voice, remind you not to bleed.' I looked up to see a teary-eyed Andy. I absolutely hated it when he cried. A single tear fell from his right eye, which he swiftly wiped away with his thumb.

"I got it so if you ever weren't there, I'd have this to remind me that you care about me."

"Melanie, I don't just care about you. I love you," Andy said with so much sincerity.

"I love you too, which is why I got one last tattoo," I said as I lifted up my pajama top and removed the bandage on my lower back.

Andy gently traced the music note with his name with his fingers in a similar way to how he did when I showed him my bruises.

"I love it," Andy said, giving me a soft peck on the lips.

"Time to show me yours," I smiled.

Andy slipped off his black t-shirt and removed the bandages from his lower back, exposing a black and white Batman symbol with my name underneath.

"Andy..." I gasped.

Andy held my face in his hands and kissed my lips. The kiss was passionate and slow at the same time, but then Andy trailed his lips down to my jawline, causing me to let out a not-so-quiet moan.

"Don't you think the guys will hear us?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he muttered against my jaw.

"We can take this outside you know," I said, "but you'd have to get dressed."

"Fine," Andy grumbled.

I slid out of the bunk and grabbed some clothes from my suitcase. I started to head to the bathroom in order to change. Once I was in the bathroom, I stripped down and took a short shower, but still long enough to let the hot water massage my muscles. I dried of and slipped on a pair of red and black, zebra-printed skinny jeans and a black tank top. I quickly applied foundation, eyeliner and mascara and walked out of the bathroom to see a fully-dressed Andy.

"Why'd you put on makeup?" he asked.

"I dunno, I just don't like how I look without it."

Andy closed the five-foot distance between them and lifted my face up with his index finger.

"You don't need makeup, you look perfect without it."

I stared into his eyes and found it hard to breathe for a second. I took Andy's hand and walked outside. They were in another parking lot, so Andy guided me to a brick wall of a building. He backed me up against the wall and stared into my blue eyes before crashing his lips onto mine. The kiss was passionate and hungry, really hungry, but after a few seconds I froze.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Andy asked.

The only thing that was registering in my head was that I was up against a brick wall and that a tall man kissed me. I didn't take in the fact that it was daytime, or that it was Andy, or that he tasted of cigarettes and whiskey, not puke and alcohol.

"Please! Don't hurt me!" I whimpered.

I dropped down to the ground and started shaking. Andy dropped down in front of me and held my face in his hands.

"Melanie, look at me," he said, worry coating his voice.

I slowly looked up, still shaking with whimpers escaping my lips. My eyes went from his pink lips up to his blue eyes with tears threatening to spill.

"Those times in life we learn to try, with one intention
Of learning how and when we'll die, but we can't listen
I wish to god I'd known that I, I didn't stand a chance
Of looking back and knowing why, or pain of circumstance

You're not alone
We'll brave this storm," Andy sang, his voice cracking every so often.

"So here's my song I wrote in time, when it was needed
Through pain of heart or loss of mind, your burdens lifted
You aren't alone just know that I, can't save our hearts tonight

You're not alone
We'll brave this storm
And face today
You're not alone

You're not alone
We'll brave this storm
And face today
You're not alone," Andy finished.

By now I had finally calmed down. I wasn't going to be raped. Andy wasn't the man who raped me. I immediately felt awful, I had scared the crap out of Andy. I probably looked nuts, hell, I probably was. Tears started to form, and soon enough I was crying into my hands.

"Princess," Andy breathed as he wrapped his arms around me, "are you okay?"

"I-I'm so sorry!" I sobbed.

"Princess, why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong," he whispered while gently rubbing my back.

"I-I thought you were him. I t-thought you were going to r-rape me. I'm s-sorry," I stuttered.

"You don't have to be sorry. You went through a traumatic experience. I'm just glad you're okay."

"I think I'm going crazy. I'm scared Andy," I murmured.

"You aren't crazy. No matter what happens, I will be here for you. I won't let that poor excuse for a man come near you, and if I find him, I'll beat the crap out of him."

"I love you Andy," I whispered.

"I love you too. Come on, let's get back on the bus, okay?"

I nodded and slowly got off of the ground. Once Andy got up as well, we made our way towards the bus.

I hoped that I wouldn't run into the guys. I didn't want to have to explain why I looked like crap. I had dealt with so many people throughout my life saying I was crazy. I didn't want my friends to think that too.

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