Why of all people would I be with the very person that hated me right now? There were like 10 people checking in tonight and I had to be paired up with Andy. Of course, we were always sharing a room, but tonight was different. It would be a disaster, I could already tell.

I didn't dare to look at him as everyone else made their way towards their rooms. Ours was more towards the end of the hallway and I saw that Andy was already almost there, so I reluctantly followed. He opened the door and walked in, leaving it slightly open so that I could get in. I looked at the bed... oh shit. How wonderful, it was one king-sized bed. It seemed as if everything in the universe was trying to make the already bad situation even worse.

Andy had already seen the bed I presumed, because he dropped his bags in one corner and headed to the bathroom without a word, slamming the door shut behind him. I sighed and set my suitcase down, walking over to the bed and sitting down on one side of it. It was already late, almost 2am in the morning. We had to be up early the next day so I wanted to get to bed as soon as possible. I tried to find my pajamas, but for some reason I couldn't see them anywhere in my bag.

I rummaged through all my suitcases that were in the room, frantically trying to find them. They were my favourite clothes to sleep in ever. I suddenly felt a piece of extremely soft material at the bottom of my bag, which I'm sure didn't belong to me. I pulled it out and looked at it in horror - it was the most skimpy black night dress I had ever seen in my life, with lace patterns all over it. Definitely something that no one would see me wearing in a million years. As I unfolded it, I saw a note fall to the ground. I heard the door to the bathroom open and quickly scrunched it up, not looking up as I headed to the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

Now that Andy couldn't see it, I unfolded the note and read it. As I did, I felt the anger rising in me. I cursed myself, looking at the horrible thing that was on the counter.

Babe, this is gonna get Andy's attention for sure. He won't be able to resist, you're about to have a really good night. Thank me later ;) - Ashley

I was going to kill that boy next time I saw him. I could almost picture him smirking at me tomorrow morning. Where did he even get this anyway? I looked at it in disgust, really not wanting to wear it. But I had no choice, I couldn't sleep in my leather stuff and I only had that kind of thing in these bags. What had Ash done with my other stuff?!

I decided to try it on. I stripped off my concert clothes and put the dress on. It barely covered my legs and my boobs were almost hanging out of it, it was absolutely awful. It was a good thing I couldn't get to Ashley right now because otherwise, he would be crying on the floor in pain right now. I sighed, trying to get it to cover up more of me. Eventually, I realized it wasn't going to work, and opened the bathroom door, praying that Andy was asleep, or at least the lights were out. No such luck, he was sitting on the bed with his laptop, checking Twitter.

I walked out of the room, hurriedly stuffing my concert clothes into my suitcase. I could literally feel Andy's eyes burning onto my back, eyeing my new outfit. I turned around and looked at him. His eyes bored into mine, eyebrows raised. I got to the bed as fast as I could, crawling under the covers and trying to stay as far away from him as possible. It was like the first night we shared a room, when I hated him. Now it seemed to be the other way around.

After a while, he closed his laptop and put it in his bag, then headed back to the bed. Without saying a word, he settled down under the sheets and turned his head to look towards me. I pretended to be asleep but it clearly didn't work.

"I know you aren't sleeping," he said finally. I missed hearing his voice, but I didn't answer. "You know, if you're trying to get me to forget what happened by dressing like that, it's not working."

Now I had to say something. "Excuse me?" I asked, opening my eyes and turning to face him. He laughed coldly.

"Oh yeah, you're pretty good at acting aren't you? It's the same with keeping secrets. I wonder what else you haven't told me," he said, the sarcasm dripping in his voice.

"I didn't dress like this willingly," I said quietly. "I never would, you know that."

"Yeah I thought so. But it turns out you're pretty good at telling lies, so who knows?"

"Andy... are you being serious right now? Why are you being so mean? I don't get you!" I said.

"Well I don't get you either. I don't know what happened Scar, really."

"I just don't understand what I've done to make you so mad at me!" I exclaimed.

"I can't believe you don't get it! What the hell is the matter with you, do you not understand why I'm so hurt?" he snapped, his voice getting louder.

"You know what, fine. I'll find somewhere else to sleep because you clearly can't stand being near me right now."

"What, are you gonna go entertain someone else with that outfit you got on right now?" he asked coolly.

"Jesus Christ Andy, what the hell is wrong with you right now?!" I yelled suddenly, losing my temper. If he was surprised at my outburst, he didn't show it. He also didn't say anything. "Talk to me for god's sake!" I said, walking to his side of the bed and standing right in front of him. I would have felt a lot more confident if I hadn't been wearing this wretched lace-thing. He looked like he was in thought for a second, then stood up and looked at me as well. When he was standing upright in front of me, I only reached his chest, so I was staring straight at his tattoos. It didn't help that he was only wearing his batman pajama pants which were only placed very, very low on his hips.

"I feel shocked, angry, and betrayed Scarlette," he said, trying to control his anger. "I thought we told each other everything, I thought we had an amazing relationship because we had so much trust. Now I'm just confused because I don't know what to do anymore. I just can't believe that you kept something from me for so long, because it hurts me, you know?"

"Andy, you don't know how much I'm hurting right now. It hurts so goddamn much when I hurt you, because you're the one person in the world that I do completely and truly trust with all my heart. I always felt alone before I met you. My parents, they were never there for me. They never supported me. And you, after months of me hating you, you still did. And so whenever you get hurt I hurt too. Which is why I kept the texts a secret. He told me that if I told anyone he would get you, and if that happened I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I'd rather die than see you hurt," I said, my voice straining as I started to tear up yet again. He just looked at me, not sure of what to say.

"I'm sorry, okay? And if I could take it back and tell you the second I got the first text, I would. But I was so scared that he would harm you and I couldn't let that happen," I said quietly. When he didn't say anything, I walked over to the armchair that was at the other end of the room and sunk down into it, finally breaking. My hands were over my eyes, the tears rolling down my cheeks, and once again there was no one there for me.

*Andy's POV*

It killed me to see Scarlette like this. I had thought about it for the past few days and avoiding her was so difficult. She was like the center of my universe and being away from her hurt me physically and mentally. And I realized that the only reason she had kept it from me was because she was scared. I wish I hadn't been so mad and actually listened to her. I hurt her so much and it hurt me more to see her upset. I knew I had to do something because we couldn't go on like this much longer. And I couldn't lose her, she was absolutely perfect.

I looked over at her, curled up in the armchair. She just looked... tired. As if she was ready to give up. I thought about what she had just said. I couldn't imagine what it was like to have parents that didn't support you, because mine always had. I realized that underneath it all she was more broken than everyone thought, but she had built up a strong wall around her which only I had managed to get past. I was so important to her, and I had to be there for her, always.

*Scarlette's POV*

Minutes passed, but then I felt a pair of arms pick me up from the chair I was curled up in and bring me over to the bed, placing me down on it gently. Those arms were so familiar, it could only be one person in the whole world. I opened my eyes and wiped them, and saw Andy staring back. To my surprise, I saw that his bright blue eyes were teary as well, as he looked down at me. I sat up, as he sat next to me on the bed. I barely heard his whisper; it was so soft.

"I'm sorry."

I turned to look at him. "What?" I asked, confused.

"Scarlette, I've been such a horrible person to you the past few days. Things I've said only a few minutes ago make me want tp punch myself in the face. I can't believe I was so stupid. I know you were always telling me the truth and hell, I probably would have kept something like that from you as well to keep you safe. You are my whole world Scar, and I can't bear to see you hurt like this. Because of me. So I am so sorry. And if you manage to forgive me, I swear that I will never act like such a dick again, because you don't deserve that," he said. I looked up at him.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" I asked him. Then I did what I had been wanting to do for ages. I crushed my lips onto his. He was surprised at first but then kissed me back, wrapping his arms around my neck as I turned at wrapped my legs around his waist. We fell back onto the bed but eventually we stopped for air, lying down with his arms around me.

"So... why are you dressed like that? Not that I'm complaining..." Andy trailed off, smirking at me as my cheeks got hot.

"Let's just say... I hope Purdy has a bodyguard with him 24/7 from now on because I will make sure he is in horrible pain as soon as I possibly can get to him," I said, and Andy laughed at my aggressiveness. I got up off the bed and found the note, throwing it to him. He read it and laughed.

"Well, that's Ash for you," he smirked.

"It's terrible, I'm so mad at him right now. This thing is horrible," I said, the disgust evident in my tone.

"Well if it helps," he said, moving closer, "I think you look really, really good," he whispered, his breath tickling my neck. He started to trail kisses down my neck and moved back to my lips, kissing me roughly. He tried to go further but I didn't let him, and I could tell me was getting a little... frustrated. I felt a pinch on my ass which surprised me so I opened my mouth and he smirked, his tongue moving in sync with mine as he slowly pulled off the tiny piece of material that... wasn't really covering my body.

"I love you so much Scar," he breathed, stopping kissing me long enough to say that.

"I love you more, my batman," I laughed and he chuckled as well, running his hands through my hair.

"You are something special," he said softly.

"But you love it," I smirked, kissing him eagerly again.

Notes

okay, so i think that chapter was long but idk. i hope you guys liked this, and no of course i wouldn't break them up! andlette will stay together, don't you guys worry <3
thank you again for so many comments last chapter, i love that you guys actually enjoy this story!
i'll update again soon :)