The Eyes of a Fallen Angel

Three hours into the next morning, i'm still wide awake, sitting around and laughing with these 5 amazing boys. And of course, Andy is still just, perfection.
Every now and then i look up, only to catch Andy already looking at me. I found it weird at first, because i've never been the girl boys stop to look at, but after it happening a few times, it started to make me blush a tiny bit every time. I remember, before we all started getting a bit tipsy, or in some cases drunk, i gave each member of the band my phone number, and, they gave me theirs.
*buzz buzz* I feel the soft vibration of my phone against my arm, and thats when my sunshine and happiness leaves me. The buzzing has touched my sore, tender cuts from a few nights ago, and I know i have to hide the physical pain. I wince ever so slightly at the pain, very careful not to give any hints to the boys. Imagine being me: You meet these amazing boys, and then, they see your darkest weakness, and they judge you... everyone who knows about another persons cuts acts like they really truly care, and 'dont judge' but i know thats bullshit. Of course they're judging, of course they're dying to see them and ask why you do it. And i wasn't about to let the boys do that to me. I look down at my phone, only to see a message from Andy. No, not some other Andy, the Andy literally two people away from me. I open the message, and it reads:
'Hey, I'm sorry the guys are like this when they're a bit drunk... im not too sure if this is your type of scene, did you want to go somewhere else? just you and me?'
I look up at him, and of course, he's already looking back. His blue eyes, locking into mine.
I smile softly at him, a sign that i am one hundred and fifty percent willing to go anywhere with him, and he winks back and tilts his head in the direction of the front door. He stands up, and walks straight through the front door, and as i follow, i can faintly hear the boys in the background, whispering things i only wish i could hear.
I open the door, to be meeted by Andy.
'Hey" he says in his smooth, deep voice, putting an arm on mine.
once again, I can't show the pain of his touch.
'Hi" I reply, for some reason, with a little bit of nervousness in my tone.
'I didn't really see that as your thing, so i thought maybe you'd just want a talk or something'
'Yeah, i mean no, i mean, i didn't mind it inside if you want to go back?'
"I'm with those boys every second i'm not busy, so no, im fine without them for a while" he says with a smirk
"well okay"
he pulls my hand over to the little bench, just down the stairs, and to the north west of the house. The night is cold. It's mid winter, there's not a single dark gloomy cloud in the sky, and the moon, shining as bright as it knows how. I shiver.
"Are you cold?" He asks
"um, just a little bit, its fine" i shake off
"No no no, here" He says as he takes off his thick wooly jumper and wraps it around me
"Aha, thank you" i say with a smile
He leads me with him to go and sit over on the small bench, and as i sit, i can't help but notice him move in closer to me, making me blush. He pulls me into him, wrapped in my blanket.
I can't help it. I've kept my pain in for too long and i dont even know what causes it, but at that moment, i feel myself starting to cry.
"hey hey hey what's wrong?' he asks, his voice, full of concern
"nothing" i whisper out
"shh, please don't cry" he pets my hair ever so softly
"Im sorry. im sorry im sorry" i repeat in whisper.
"its okay, im not moving, i'm not leaving, so cry for as much as you need.... i wont talk, ill just be here." he says as he wipes away my tears and kisses my head.
and with that, i can let it out. Let my pain out, let my emotions run a mess, and i can do it all, knowing that i'm in the comfort of a man, who may as well just be the man who makes this hell, a fairly nice hell to live in.

Notes

Starting to get into the story more and more. Is this close to the end? or will hell really be just hell.
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