We Don't Belong

Rose's POV:

We've been on tour for about two weeks now.

I've kept in contact with my family more or less, calling every once in awhile. Of course when I tolls Chloe that I was dating the lead singer of Black Veil Brides she was both stunned and ecstatic. After several excited messages within the context of 'I told you so', and the occasional, 'I called it', I promised to text her later.

My conversations with my family weren't as complex. I avoided any topic of Andy and I, which fortunately did not come up at all. I still feel like it's too soon to mention that I'm dating a twenty-three year old. My mom most likely will grow to the idea of me and Andy as a couple, sure she'll be beyond pissed off when she finds off but not nearly as angry as my dad and brother.

It's around 6:00am, way too early for any of the guys to be up. Normally I'd still be sleeping, but for some reason my mind doesn't feel like sleeping.

Even though I've been clean and fought the urges for almost a month, the memories and depressing thoughts still haunt my mind. I haven't cut since Andy, and I really don't want to disappoint him, but it's an addiction, like drugs, it's hard to rid yourself of the only thing keeping you sane.

I'm sitting in the back lounge on one of the couches, still in my pyjamas with my hair in a messy bun. My sketch book is balanced on my lap and the end of my pencil is in my mouth. My sketch troubles me somewhat, but I've decided it's too early for me to consider the meaning behind it. So instead I simply gaze blankly at it, appearing deep in thought.

"Rosie? Baby? What are you going up?"

I turn my head to the doorway to see a sleep, shirtless Andy groggily running a hand through his dark hair. I avert my eyes, already feeling the blush forming over my cheeks at the sight of his bare chest. The things this man does to me... And he's only shirtless! Imagine what would happen if- Nope! I'm not even going to go there.

"Baby?" Andy repeats, moving to sit next to me on the couch.

I shrug, "not tired, I guess. Sorry if I woke you up babe, but you need to get some rest, you've got a show today, remember?"

He he nuzzles the crook of my neck and gently kisses my collarbone as I run my hands slowly up his chest.

"Babe?" He inquires with a sleepy grin, "since when do you call my that?"

I blush, hoping that he wouldn't have realized that I'd called him that. "I don't know, do you mind?"

He presses his head into my shoulder, "I like it. Call me it again?"

"You need to get some sleep," be gives me a look, "babe."

Andy chuckles lightly before kissing my forehead and standing up, pulling me up as he does so. "Let's go back to bed, yeah?"

I nod and follow him back to our bunk, which is one of the top beds. It's easy and accessible for Andy, considering his gazelle legs and height, but for my 5'2 height. It can be a bit of a struggle. Andy helps me up before climbing up himself, and pulling me to his chest. His arms tighten around me and I turn in his arms so that I'm facing his bare chest. I gently kiss his chest and snuggle even closer.

"I love you so much Rosie, you've got no idea how much," Andy whispers, kissing my cheek before I drift off into a haze.

Notes

So sorry!!!
I'm been swamped at school and sick so I haven't had time to update!
but tomorrow is Friday so luckily I'll get to update more than usual.
So what do you want to happen next in the story?

qotd: do you prefer BVB's old or new style of music better?

2 comments and I'll answer :)