Unabridged and Uncontrollable

I woke to a throbbing headache. My whole body ached and I didn't want to open my eyes. Despite the pain, that was the best I had slept in a long time. I barely remembered last night. Barely even remembered yesterday but I was too tired to try to think so I just lay in the shafts of sun that poured in through the window.

After a few minutes of mindless stillness, I opened my eyes and lifted my head, scanning my bedroom. My clothes from last night were draped over my bed and my shoes were carefully placed on the chair in the corner. I had my suspicions as to who had done this but I wasn't sure. Was he like that? I sat up and stretched, my stomach turning as my body lengthened. Darting to the bathroom, I retched over the toilet, my throat feeling scratchy as brittle air choked through my lips. I hadn't eaten anything in a long time. Maybe today. As I walked, the sweatshirt I was wearing dangled off me. Reaching the kitchen, I searched for something to eat. I delved through the cupboards but came out empty handed. In the fruit bowl was a cereal bar so I cut it in half and began to chew the end of it, swallowing carefully. I stood still, waiting for the rush of nausea but there was nothing. I didn't want to move, scared event the slightest motion would trigger it. Nothing. Not wanting to risk anymore, I put the bar down and wandered to the living room. Surprise hit me as I saw a pale, bony hand draped over the sofa. I recognised the skeleton fingerless gloves instantly. Confused, I moved round the sofa to see Andy curled up amongst the cushions. Thinking with an alcohol brain, the space next to him looked so comfortable and inviting and as I lay down beside him, the release of my limbs felt amazing. Curling up in the warmth of his body, I buried my head into his chest, hoping he would see this as a friendly gesture. His breathing stuttered as his sleeping form tightened around me, enclosing me safely with him.

A ndy's P.O.V

I doubt she remembered anything. I lay on her sofa in the morning coolness, thinking about the happenings of yesterday. Of course she wouldn't remember. She didn't me on purpose, she probably didn't even know who it was. Her mind was riddled with fear and vodka and it was my fault. I shuddered at my carelessness, trying to shake away the fireworks I had felt in the pit of my stomach when our lips had locked. Trying to forget how we fit together, like a puzzle. Trying desperately to feel how I had felt the day I met her. A beautiful, intriguing girl, who wanted to be my friend? Be happy with that. That's more than I could ever ask for anyway.

A beam of sun struck through my eyelids and I realised I should go. She wouldn't remember, so I didn't want to think of her reaction when she found me sleeping in her apartment. I was about to sit up when I heard coughing. Keeping still, I listened. It was coming from the bathroom. My head sank into my hands. My fault. All my fault. I couldn't leave now. I had to stay, to help her through this. I kept quiet as she moved through the house, her footsteps echoing. Shutting my eyes, I decided asleep was the best approach. I didn't want to lie to her but I didn't want her to be hit straight with me. Suddenly, I was knocked from my daydream with her breath on my skin. I felt her lay nest to me and curl into my body, again, locking perfectly in, curving in all the right places and twining where she needed to. Our legs wrapped together and subconsciously, I pulled her in, desperate for her warmth. I was so protective over her, I just wanted her safe and so far, she felt safe with me. Opening one eye, I saw her sinking into a delicate sleep beneath me, her lips slightly parted and her breathing soft. Slowly and with great precision, I leant down and brushed my lips to hers. Trying to deny feelings never quite worked out with me. My hair swung over my eyes as I lay back and fell asleep, my head resting on her shoulder and my arms bound round her.



Ingrid’s P.O.V
I hadn’t had a dream in a very long time. There was never a moment to spare dreaming when I finally fell asleep. But next to Andy, I dreamt. It began with him waking beside me and looking over my sleeping form. There was something in his eye, a brightness. He leaned over, his long black hair swaying, tickling my cheek. He breathed out, his face close to mine and I could almost taste him. I did everything I could to prevent myself from leaning up to him. In this dream, I had to stay asleep. His lips skimmed mine and my heart fluttered. He would know I was awake if he stopped to feel the beat of my chest, the increase of the speed of my breath. Within a second, his lips were on mine, carefully attaching us. It felt so perfect. But then he was gone and I felt like crying out. My face felt cold. He was still next to me but I wanted his lips back. His arms snaked around my waist, gripping me to him and for once I wasn’t scared of being so close. It felt like it was meant to be this way.

My eyes snapped open and I looked around me. Against my back, Andy was smiling, asleep. I looked at his snowy skin, the way his cheekbones were so prominent, the way he hovered over me, like a protector, the way he gripped me to him and in that second I knew. I was in love with Andy Biersack.

Notes

Hey hey! I hope you like it… I am going away for 17 days so I won't be able to update, sorry! Please comment still though, your comments are my favourite thing ever. My instagram is @jessie.and.the.bands so go and follow me over there!

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