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

"Some fan took that photo at the diner. I'm sorry, I should've been more careful," Andy apologized.

"Andy, this isn't your fault. I was one who started making out with you. But, I think you should tell the fans though, so they don't think you're cheating on Juliet."

"How do you want me to tell them?" he asked.

I sighed, "Just take a picture and caption it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, let's just get this over with."

Andy took out his phone and wrapped his arm around my waist, kissed me on the cheek and took a picture. He uploaded the picture to twitter and captioned it, 'With my beautiful girlfriend Melanie, you make me so happy.' It was simple and to the point.

Within a minute there were already almost 100 comments. Very few of them were pleasant.

@mrsandysixx: Who's the skank?

@andygirl666: She's so fat, why do you like her?

@meganbiersack: What happened to Juliet? She was prettier than this bitch.

@bvbaddiction96: STFU! This girl is gorgeous and if Andy is dating her the fans should accept it.

I saw the last comment and started to get teary-eyed. I wasn't completely hated. I really wanted to thank this girl.

"Andy," I said, poking him on the shoulder, "message that girl back."

Andy smiled and started typing. the tweet read; ' @bvbaddiction96 Thank you. You have no idea how much my girlfriend and I appreciated the tweet :)'

The girl immediately replied back and said '@andybvb The real fans should stick up for the members' girlfriends. And thank you so much for replying, your band saved me.'

"I'm going to follow her," I said as I pulled my phone out. I typed in her username and found her profile. The girl was a blonde-haired, grey-eyed girl with a BVB shirt on. I pressed the follow button and put my phone away.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Andy asked while leaning his face closer to mine.

I gave him a weak smile, "No I'm not Andy, you are. I'm just a fat weird girl who happens to be dating you."

Andy caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and said, "You're not fat, you're perfect."

I was about to respond when my legs gave out from under me and pitch blackness followed.

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"What happened to her?" a girl's voice asked, it sounded a bit like Skylar's.

"It seems like she passed out due to malnutrition. From what I've gathered she hasn't eaten, or at least eaten without throwing up, for four days," an unfamiliar male voice said.

"You're saying she's anorexic?" Andy's voice broke.

"It looks like it, that or bulimic," the unfamiliar voice said.

I slowly opened my eyes, but closed them as soon as the harsh, bright light reached them. Where was I? I could feel the bed I was lying in. Was I in a hospital? I tried opening my eyes and squinted at the white ceiling above me.

"Melanie!" Andy gasped as he rushed to my side and sitting in the chair next to the bed. He grabbed onto my hand, rubbing circles in it with his thumb.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"In the hospital, you fainted at the hotel. You've been out for a couple hours. The guys are at the hotel because I told them they should get some rest," he frowned.

"Oh. When can I leave?" I asked. I hated hospitals with a burning passion. They were full of sick and dying people, and that made me upset.

"In a few hours, but you have to eat before you leave," the man with the unfamiliar voice said. He was wearing a white doctor's coat, tan slacks, and a blue button-down shirt. He was around thirty with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes.

"Okay," I said, and the doctor left the room.

Skylar was in the corner of the room with her arms crossed and a pissed off expression on her face. Andy was sitting in a chair, still rubbing circles in my hand, but he wasn't looking at me.

"Skylar, can Melanie and I have some alone time? Maybe you should go back to the hotel and tell the guys what happened?" Andy asked her, his eyes glued to the floor.

Skylar gave a curt nod and stormed out of the room. Andy took some staggered breaths and continued to stare at the white and speckled linoleum floor.

"Andy...," I said.

"What?" he croaked, looking up at her. His eyes were watery and bloodshot.

"I-I'm-," I stuttered.

"You're what? What could you possibly say that's going to make this any better?! I love you to death Melanie, but you're killing yourself!" Andy shouted at me.

I sank into my bed. Andy was yelling at me, and he never yelled at me. I knew I was harming myself, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to eat until I was perfect.

"I'm sorry, I just, I don't want to lose you. Why do you do this to yourself?" he asked, a bit more calmly.

"I'm not perfect Andy. I want to be skinny and beautiful. I want people to like me. I'm not like you where all of the hate rolls off you. I take in the hate and let it rot me from the inside out."

"How many times do I have to tell you tat you're not fat? If you ask me, I find it sexy when I can't see a girl's ribs. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I've never been more in love with anyone in my entire life! Please, take care of yourself," Andy begged.

"I'll try Andy, but I don't know if I can do it," I said.

Andy got out of his chair and bent over to give me a kiss on my forehead.

"I'm here for you Princess," he whispered.

"You truly are my Batman," I grinned.

A nurse came into the room carrying a tray of gross hospital food. She was tall and curvy in all the right places. She had short, curly, blonde hair, green eyes, tan skin, and full lips. She set the tray down on my lap. She turned to Andy and gave him a wink.

Oh hell no! I thought.

Andy gave the girl a disgusted look and she frowned. She walked out of the room leaving Andy and I alone again.

I looked down at my tray of food and made a face, "I'm not going to eat this."

"Princess, you have to eat it. They won't let you go until you eat it," he sighed.

"I know, but do they at least have grilled chicken? This looks like multiple piles of mush," I poked the piles with my fork.

Andy laughed and I reluctantly put a fork full of mush into my mouth. It didn't taste like anything, which freaked me out a little bit. After twenty minutes of taking small bites of the mystery substances, I was finally finished.

The doctor walked into the room to see that I had eaten the food and he handed me the release forms. I quickly filled them out and slowly got out of the hospital bed. I stretched and felt a breeze around her backside.

Andy cleared his throat. I blushed a deep crimson and turned around so Andy wasn't staring at my ass.

"Enjoy the view?" Melanie asked.

"Just a little bit," he smirked.

"Um, where are my clothes?"

"Here," Andy said, picking up a pile of clothes off of a side table.

I put my clothes on underneath my hospital gown, which wasn't an easy task, but I got it done. Once I was dressed I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Alright, let's go," Andy said, grabbing me by my hand and lead me out of the hospital.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To get my hair cut, and I figured if I got my hair cut, you'd do something different with yours too," he explained while getting into his car. I slid into the passenger seat and looked at him oddly.

"But I love my black hair!" I whined while touching my hair.

"Melanie, we both know that isn't your real hair colour. I can see your dirty blonde roots coming through," he laughed.

"Same with you! I just don't want to get rid of the black," I pouted.

He parked the car in front of a beauty salon. It had a bit of a rock vibe to it, which I liked, but why would it be open at eleven at night?

Andy once again grabbed my hand and we made our way into the salon.

"Oh god...," I quietly moaned.

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