Fifty Shades Of Andrew Biersack

I woke up by the sun shining at my face. My pale, numb, hung over face. Apparently the whole bag in box was empty and Tara was lying knocked out on the couch next to me. The clock was past eleven and I thanked god that it was Saturday. I nudged Tara and she turned around and moaned. She also woke up when the burning light of the sun hit her face.
- “God damn, close the curtains, Cox!” she mumbled as she drowned her face in a pillow.
I slowly got up on my feet, walked out to the kitchen and made myself a large glass of water. So good!

My head was exploding when the doorbell rang. To my surprise there was a relatively short man at my door, holding a package for me.
- “Sign here please.” He sighed. Sounds like a man who doesn’t like his job.
I signed and he gave me the package and left just as fast as he had appeared.

- “What, who was that?” Tara mumbled and sat up. I put the package on the encounter in the kitchen and opened it. Inside was the brand new Canon SLR.
- “Holy shit! Who gave you this?!” Tara had walked up to me and was glaring over my shoulder. “This camera hasn’t even come out on the market yet!”
- “I know…” I mumbled miserable. I had already put the pieces together and waited for Tara to do the same.
- “No shit? Biersack?!” her eyes were widened with excitement. I nod. I mean who else would it be? Damn it, why can’t this man just leave me alone to die with my regrets?
- “I hate to break it to you nikki, but this guy is all over you!”
- “No he’s not.” I mumbled
- “How do you know?” Tara looked shocked at me.
- “Because he told me not to kiss him.” I muttered ashamed.

What I didn’t tell her though was his weird speech, about him always getting what he wants. I felt sick as I thought of my terrible mistakes yesterday. But at the same time I was so angry with him.
- “You know what we should do?” I said straight up. Looking at her with an irritated frown.
“We should go to a fricking rock n roll concert.” I raised an eyebrow at her. Oh hell yeah, I was going to make him eat his own words.
“We should go, tonight.” I said angry and Tara stared at me in fear.
- “Are you sure about this? Where should we go?” She whined
- “The Local Rock Bar always have performances on Saturdays, let’s just go there.” I shrugged.

I ran through my closet and realized I had nothing that was gonna fit in at a rock bar. I found an old shirt and made some cuts in it. That will do.

At seven o’clock Tara and I met up in the queue outside the bar.
- “I heard there was a band called Falling in Reverse that was going to play tonight.” She had to yell out her point since the people in the line were loud, drunk and seemed to have no sense for fashion at all.
- “Good enough for me.” I yelled back.
Some thing inside me grabbed a hold of my heart and regretted this stupid idea.

While inside, we ordered beers and jäger shots. Holy hell, booze tasted disgusting! Beer likewise. But somehow I managed to empty both glasses in one hour and order two more. The band was about to start and to my surprise I see the tattooed guy that greeted the receptionist, up on the stage. This was apparently his band.

Tara and I were standing in the middle of the crowd and I was starting to push on the people that were literally walking over me. One chick got angry, bad! She screamed at me and before I knew it I had a fist to my face. I kicked and screamed and Tara finally dragged me out of the club. She sat me down and I started to throw up.

This did not go as planned. Funny thing though; nothing in my life seemed to go as planned these days. Was I a failure? While my whole world was spinning I thought I could just die right on the spot. Or at least not ever again get into an encounter with a man.

I found my phone in my purse. He answered almost instant.
- “Nikki?” Oh, was that an embarrassed tone I hear from Mr Biersack?
- “Yeeaaah. It’s me.” I managed to roar drunk. “Was it you that send me the camera?”
- “Yes, Nikki it was.” I could almost hear his wry and pleased disgusting smile at the other end.
- “W-well I don’ wan’ ‘em!”
- “Are you drunk!?”
- “Yepp. I also think I got beaten up by a chick with a Mohawk.” My mind was fuzzy.
- “Where are you, Nikki?!” His voice was serious. I smiled pleased.
- “Never mind, why did you send me the camera? You don’t buy me stuff…” I mumbled. “oh wait, hol’ on.” I bent over the trashcan and throw up again.
- “Nikki I swear to fucking God, Tell me where the hell you are!!” He roared with his deep demanding voice.
- “I’m at a bar. What’s the big deal? Just some Rock n’ Roll place.”
- “Nikki, please. Get me the location and I’ll come get you.” His voice was calmer but I figured he was pissed.
- “Oh, Tara’s back. Gotta go, Bye!” I hung up and giggled a little to myself.

Well, Tara didn’t bring back good news. I just kept throwing up and before I knew it I see a familiar face walking towards me. Holy crap, what is he doing here?
- “Nikki, what the fuck are you doing!?” He roared and walked up to me and held me by my shoulders. “God, you can’t even stand up straight.” I glared at him, just the sight of him made me wanna puke. So I did.
- “Nikki, come here.” He dragged me into an alley and faced me towards the brick wall. “Here, puke all you want. I’ll hold you.” I whispered in my ear as he leaned me towards the wall.
- “N-no. What are you doing ‘ere?” I wish Tara would come and rescue me. I didn’t want to stand in an alley in the middle of the night with Andrew Biersack, puking my guts out and have this conversation.
- “We’re getting out of here, babe.” I could hear his mumble, but god know what it actually was, cause my eyelids were as heavy as rocks.

I rolled over and cuddle myself deeper down underneath the blanket. I took a deep breath and I opened my eyes up wide. That smell, I know it from somewhere. I swept my gaze around the room. It was fancy. Mostly white with black details. One wall was almost nothing else than three large windows with an ocean view. There was a door on the opposite side of the room, which of course led into a bathroom.

I suddenly realized that I had been stripped down to only my t-shirt form last night and my underwear. Confused, I got out of bed. Oh my head hurts. I put on my jeans and carefully opened the door that was on the wall opposite of the bed. The smell of coffee and toast filled my nostrils. I walked out into the open space and found Andy in the kitchen.
- “Morning Sunshine.” He smiled at me.
“Sit down, Breakfast is served.” He pointed at the kitchen counter that had four chairs at the side, like a bar.
- “How are you feeling?” He mumbled and looked at me under his black hair that fell into his right eye as he made my toasts.
- “As I deserve.” I muttered a little shocked by all the new impressions.
“How did I get here?”
- “I picked you up” He said without moving a muscle
- “Did we…?” I hesitated.
- “No, Nicole. We did not” He laughed and smiled caring at me. I bit my lip ashamed, as it wasn’t embarrassing enough that he had to come get me.
“Nikki, stop” He glared at me eyes wide with an angry look.
- “I’m sorry, sir.”
- “hungry?”
- “No, not really.” I shrugged
- “You have to eat Nikki.” He put down a plate with two toasts on, in front of me.
- “You’re demanding.” I pouted.
- “Oh, you have no idea Nikki.” He smiled and cocked his head to the side.
“Any how, I’m going to take a shower.”

My heart skipped a beat and my breathing got heavier. This man… I bit my lip trying not to drool. He walked up to me and placed his thumb on my bottom lip, carefully pulling it out of the grip from my teeth.
- “Breathe, Nikki. I’m just a man.” He whispered with a smile and walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Notes

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