Hell - Bent

Katie's POV:

I groan at the ringing of a phone, cruelly awakening me from my slumber. I open a bleary eye and attempt to reach out a hand for the annoying device, but something heavy stops me.

"andy," i complain, "off."

He grumbles in annoyance as I shove him off of my naked body, rolling back onto his side of the bed, promptly falling back asleep. I roll my eyes at him, clutching the sheet tightly to my bare body as I answer the phone, inwardly cursing whoever decided to wake me from my well-deserved beauty sleep.

"Hello?" I ask, all formalities gone from my sleep-induced mind.

A slight chuckle is all I hear as a response before the person speaks, "glad you're up and about, Katherine. you do realize that it's almost noon, right?"

I scowl but check the clock and mentally smack myself; how could I let myself sleep in until noon? damn Andy for tiring me out.

"I'm so sorry Abigail. It won't-"

"Shush, child. it's a Saturday, your day off, please sleep in and enjoy being with your boyfriend i can practically see her smirking through the phone and my cheeks flood with embarrassment. "Anyways, unfortunately, this is not just a casual call. I've actually got an interview for you and Mr. Biersack later today, around four o'clock. I'll have Jessica email you the details. See you there, Katherine."

Before i know what's happening, she's hanging up, leaving me momentarily dumbfounded, before reality sets in; we only have for hours to become presentable and functional until the interview. Damn you Abigail.

I hastily pull on Andy's discarded shirt and underwear, before i pounce on him, beating at his chest and tugging on his hair, begging for him to wake up quickly and be in a semi good mood. His arms wrap tightly around me and he flips us over, burying his head in the crook of my neck, making the sensitive skin erupt in tingles that i don't have time for right now. Once gain, damn my boss.

"Well, good morning to you too," he mumbles in a husky, sleepy voice.

I nudge him gently, avoiding eye contact that i know will melt my insides. "we have an interview today, at four with some random person who may or may not be a serial stalker. My boss just called."

He groans, rolling off of me, "fuck. Why did you have o pick up the phone?" He complains, standing up and walking to the bathroom. I follow after him instantly, almost like a puppy. A lost puppy that would follow him to the end of the earth, because I guess that's just what you do when you're madly in love.

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