All I Can See Are These Flames Around Me

Andy held my chin in his hand as he brought our lips together in one more, last minute kiss before he would have to go on stage. They have been preparing for this free show at the local mall for days now. It's been all Andy has been able to talk about, which is way cuter than it sounds, I promise. He had kept some form of physical contact with me almost the whole time I had been backstage with them. Which to some people would look strange, but with the daggers and the little comments Ashley had been throwing at me Andy being constantly at my side was welcomed support.

Ashley can give me dirty looks all he fucking wants. I don't give a fuck if he hates me. He was the one who hurt me, not the other way around.

Pulling me into his chest, Andy smothered me with his shirt. I allowed him to do so as he kissed my hair. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too." My words were muffled just slightly by his shirt. "Go out there and play a good show. Remember, it's the little guy's first show. Gotta show him how it's done."

A weak smile appeared on Andy's face. We had just found out yesterday afternoon at my eighteen week ultrasound that we're expecting a baby boy. Placing his hand on my little baby bump Andy nodded.

“I’ll try.” Resting his forehead against mine he closed his eyes. “I love you both so much.”

“I know you do. Now go.” Pushing him off of me I forced him to follow Jinxx and CC onto the stage.

A sheepish grin appeared on his face as he took the mic from a roadie. Dear God, he’s such a loser but he's my loser. Going off to the side of the stage with their manager Jon, I sat down on an unused amp just like I had at their last concert. Jon nodded smiling a little at me as Ashley glanced in our direction. My stomach dropped when his eyes turned to ice.

Jon turned to me with a confused. “Care to explain why Purdy is glaring at you so intently?”

Alright, who's job was it to tell the band manager what happened between Ashley and I? Because obviously someone did not do their job.

“Did anyone tell you what happened between Ashley and I while they were on their last tour?” Jon nodded. Well, at least he knows that much.

“I heard you guys fucked then he basically raped you, then Biersack found you and you two have become pretty much inseperable ” I groaned. How the fuck was he told all that, but he wasn't told I'm carrying Ashley's fucking son?

“Well... When Ash and I had sex he got me pregnant...” Jon’s jaw hit the ground then he started chuckling.

“You know, I always told him something like that was going to happen. I’m sorry that it was you.” Shrugging I sighed, there isn't much that I can do about it now is there?

“It’s fine. Ashley doesn’t seem to really be fazed by the whole baby thing.” A comfortable silence settled between John and I as we watched the guys on stage.

Half way through the show, just as I was honestly starting to get bored, my heart jumped into my throat as I watched Andy climb onto a pillar on the stage. I swear to fucking God, I am going to beat that boy when he gets off stage. He knows better than to get me worked up right now. Jon and I exchanged worried looks. We both turned to look back at the stage just in time to watch as Andy lost his grip on the pillar and fell to the ground.

My heart fucking stopped.

“ANDY!” I screamed. Tears filled my eyes as I jumped off the amp and began to move towards the stage.

“Nikki! You can’t just go out there! They’re playing a show!”

How can he be so calm?! The singer for the band he manages just fell and is possibly dead! How is he not freaking out! And how are the guys still playing? Do none of them notice that Andy is no longer singing?

“But Jon!!” I nearly screamed.

“Security will get him. Sit down. Everything is going to be taken care of." All I could do was glare at Jon as I watched him talk into a walkie-talkie.

I stared intently at the spot where I had seen Andy, as Jon continued to talk to security. A wave of relief hit me when I saw Andy pop back up.

“See, he’s okay. Now please sit down.” I sat down like Jon had told me to do.

Even though Andy had fallen he was still singing and playing the show. What the fuck does he think he's doing? Doesn't he understand that after taking a fall like that he needs medical attention!? It was obvious to tell that he was in a lot pain as he sang. But he was doing his best to hide it not only from his fans, but from the rest of the band.

The show ended about fifteen minutes earlier than planned, which I was thankful for. Ashley and Jake left their guitars on stage and helped Andy off the stage. Bless their souls. Jon instantly began ushering us towards the exit so that we could get Andy the medical care he clearly needed.

“Hey, what about the signing?” Everyone groaned. How hard did this boy hit his head? He must not realize that he needs to go to the hospital.

“Andy, don't be stupid. We need to get you to a hospital. You should already be at the hospital, you shouldn't have played the rest of the set.” I was shocked when I realized it was Ashley speaking and giving Andy a worried look.

I think that's the first nice/caring thing that Ashley has said all day.

“You need to get to a hospital Andy.” Jake and I spoke at the same time.

“Fine!” Andy sighed loudly before he grabbed his sides in pain.

“See! Now lets go.” Ashley and Jake went back to helping towards the exit that Jon had been pointing towards.

“Come on Babe.” Andy smiled halfheartedly at me and took my hand. “I love you Nick.” I smiled as he kissed me softly.

“I love you too Andrew, now lets go.”

In the back of the bus Andy and I sat side by side. Our fingers were laced together, and he had a pained look on his face. My poor Andrew. I should be giving him hell for what he did, but I’ll wait until he has some painkillers before I do that. It's only fair. Ashley shot me sympathetic look before turning his attention elsewhere.

Thankfully, the ride to the hospital was pretty short. But the wait to get into the ER was miserably long. It took almost an hour for Andy to get into a room, then another forty-five minutes to be seen by a doctor. It took another two hours to try and get him in for a CT scan. By the time we left which was at almost four in the morning. The poor thing was overtired and waiting for his painkillers to take effect.

CC pushed the wheelchair Andy sat in as we made our way out into the cool night air.

“This fucking blows!” Tossing his head back Andy sighed loudly.

“Sucks to sucks man, you just need to be more careful.” CC happily chirped back.

“And you need to get better depth perception.” Ashley grinned at Andy. Which with the recent turn of events was amazing, those two haven’t said a kind word to one another since the day we found out I was pregnant.

“God, I know mom!” Andy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So, we’ll drop Andy and Nikki off first then I’ll bring the rest of you guys home. Okay?” Jon asked as he unlocked the bus and let us all pile in.

The group consensus was, yeah that was fine.

“Good." Jon chuckled. "Because no matter what you guys said that’s how it was going to happen.”

CC and I tried to help Andy up the stairs of the bus but it was a failed attempt between the both of us, which only caused Andy to yelp in pain.

“How about instead of you guys helping me you let me hobble along? Okay?” I sighed, he is way too independent and doesn’t know when to ask for help. Not that CC and I are much help but still it’s something.

“Just be careful Biersack. We don't need you dying on us.” Jake gave him a pointed look before following Andy towards the couch.

“Yes, mother!” He snapped back.

The seven of us all filed into the back of the bus. Too busy making sure that Andy was okay, I was reaching to grab Andy a bottle of water, when the bus jerked to life. Not being in the steadiest of positions I nearly toppled over. But thankfully someone caught me just before I crashed to the floor. My eyes went wide in fear when I looked up and realized it was Ashley who had caught me and was holding me tight against their chest.

"Whoa, careful there little momma," Ashley's words were sharp as his grip was tight.

Swallowing hard my heart began beating hard against my rib cage. Oh my God, he's touching me. Ashley Purdy is fucking touching me. This man hasn't said a kind word to me since the night he raped me. So, forgive me for freaking the fuck out. "Y-yeah. Sorry..." I just barely managed to get out.

"Stop apologizing and sit down." With his assistance, Ashley helped me down onto the stop beside Andy on the couch.

Andy instantly wrapped an arm around my waist and glared at Ashley. Trying to control my breathing I glanced over at Jake, who placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Jesus, is it really that obvious how freaked out I am? Sighing I leaned into Andy's shoulder. I can't wait to just get home and go to bed.

Notes

So, you remember when I said this story was a rewrite?
Yes?
Good.
This chapter proves how fucking old this story is.
The incident where Andy falls off the stage during a show happened like three years ago or something like that.
But I couldn't bare to take it out of the story, because I love this chapter so frigging much.
So. I apologize for such an old topic.
I hope you guys liked the chapter even if it was kinda old...