You aren't alone in bed when you arouse once again, Andy is sprawled over the foot of the bed, mouth slightly open, dark circles around his eyes where lack of sleep and smudged eyeliner have caught up with him. The room is empty except from him, the others presumably asleep on their bus or in accommodation of some sort, the hallway outside is dark and silent outside so you guess it's nighttime. Andy looks so still and perfect, locked away in the clouds of sleep. You just sit and gaze adoringly at him for a while, not in a creepy way, you just can't believe the real Andy Beirsack is lolled over the end of your bed , that's all. Your mouth is yet again dry, maybe it's the morphine or something, and the glass of water is still half full on your bedside. You clumsily reach for the glass with shaking hands and ultimately end up dropping it. The glass luckily doesn't break but hits the floor with a clunk and water sloshes all over the floor. Andy bolts up, eyes wide, instantly alert.
"I'm sorry, I t-hought I could do itt' you stutter, cursing yourself silently.
His bright azure eyes seem like little light bulbs, shining onto you.
"Are you alright?"
You nod, apologising again, to have woken him in such a way.
"Shh, Bree calm down its fine, I wasn't really asleep anyway" he lied, his voice soft so as not to wake anyone else up.
"You can't be comfy down there, at least come lie down properly, it's the least I can do for you after all you've helped me with"
"No, no, absolutely not, you need rest" his accent sounds even stronger when he whispers. The dimly lit room allowed you to see his face, he looks exhausted.
"I wasn't a question. Come over 'ere" you pat the bed, hoping your tone didn't sound nasty.
He smiles a that gorgeous half smile of his "If you're sure"
"Of course I'm sure. It's the least I can do, I said."
He scoots up and lies next to me, it's a squish on the single bed and the feel of his body so close to mine makes my blood rush. You nod in approval as he stretches his legs the length of the bed which looks undoubtedly comfier.
"I haven't done an awful lot really.." He starts
"You've done more than you know" your eyes meet, his face so close to yours "and not just now"
You can tell he understands what you mean. He puts his hand on your arm above your elbow.
"I've become attached to you Bree. I've never felt like this before. I have to follow through with it and make sure you're okay. And stay okay." His eyes have softened. His face is confused yet certain, like he's battling with himself inside his head.
"You have no idea how much it means to me to be wanted." You feel a deep conversation coming on. "I left uni halfway through the year because I couldn't afford it anymore. I've traveled up from London over the past few weeks, taking the scenic route ya'know, that van became my home along with a few motels and youth hostels I guess."
He pulls you close into his chest, gently pressing his lips into the top of your forehead. His voice is so quiet, he breathes into your hair..
" You aren't alone anymore."

Notes

Part four unlocked. It's gone a bit strange, again this one is quite short. Shout outs. and batman shaped brownies to anyone who comments, I'd like some opinions to go on. Next chapter gets juicier I promise xxx