Before The Angels Fell

Rileys POV

This was too good to be true. No one ever got this lucky.
I was sitting in a booth, at a bar, across from Andy Biersack. And he just said he'd stay for me.
I couldn't help but smile and look into his crystal blue.
"No you won't" I joked.
"What, how could you say that?!" He said in a joking tone.
"Okay, one, your in a band, which implies touring. Two, your Andy Biersack. Need I say more?" I shrugged.
"What's staying got to do with me being Andy Biersack?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well... Don't you like to go out and have fun? Not have to worry about anyone?" I asked.
"But that's what I want to do. Worry about someone. To be completely honest, I missed being able to just hang out with someone I care about. Over the last year I have been miserable and Ashley has tried to turn me into him and that just didn't work..." He said trailing off.
"Why didn't that work?" I asked.
"You're gonna assume that it didn't work? Cause it did! Six months ago I was Ashley. Partying all night, drinking all day and fucking up our shows" he said looking down at his drink.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Fans always stick by their heroes" I said trying to get him to look up at me.
"You, know... You're not like other fans" he commented.
"What do you mean?"
"You're different..."
"A good different I hope" I said nervously.
"Definitely a good different."
"So what made you pick me tonight?" I asked curiously.
"I knew I was gonna pick you from the moment I walked on stage. I wouldn't know why, maybe it's cause you're in pink" he said smirking at my outfit and my now smeared make up.
"Oh, well, this wasn't intended. I washed this t-shirt last night and Kimber threw in a red top, hence turning it pink."
"Well, even if you hadn't shown up in pink. I still could have picked you out of a crowd" he said smiling cutely.
"Why? I don't look that much different from everyone else" I said slyly.
"You have these big, bright green eyes. You can't miss them" he said leaning across the table and purposely staring into them.
"Stop! You're making me self conscious" I said covering my face.
"No! Don't do that!" He said, then I felt his hands on mine, pulling them away from my face.
He just gazed into my eyes.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" He asked.
I felt nervous all of a sudden. What if things got... sexual. I could felt my anxiety creeping up on me.
"Umm, I might just use the ladies room. I'll be right back" I said, slidling my hands out of his and exiting the booth.
I grabbed Kimber on the way and lead her into the bathroom.
"Hey! I was in the middle of a conversation!" She said as we entered the bathroom.
"Andy just asked me if I wanted to get out of here!" I said, my voice getting very high in pitch.
"And? Go with him! You know you want. What's the problem?"
"Kimber, I've never gone home with someone before..."
"What are you saying...?"
"I've never slept with anyone before" I said quietly.
"What?! Well do you want to sleep with him?"
"I don't know... I don't think I should. He seems to really like me... Maybe I should test that..." I mused.
"Test it! Look, just hang out with him then come home. See how he reacts to that."
"Yeah. I'll be more like a friend... See if means what he says..."
"What has he said?" Kimber said, intrigued in my conversation with Andy.
"He said he would stay for me" I said, feeling my face soften at the thought.
"Aww, I hope he's not talking shit."
"What?! Why would you say that! Now I'm gonna be second guessing his every word!" I panicked.
"I'm only saying cause I've been talking to the other band member, who are amazing by the way! Ashley has been saying how much of a ladies man Andy has become."
"That's not true! Andy hated being like Ashley! He doesn't want that life anymore. He wants a relationship! That could possibly be with me!"
"Well go out there and win over Andy."
We left the bathroom and rejoined the guys.
I stood in front of the booth where Andy was and smiled as I walked towards him.
"Okay, ready to go" I said.
He gave me a crooked smile and bit his lip ring. It made me want to bite that lip ring.
He got out of the booth and took my hand and led me towards the door.
We hailed a taxi and Andy told him his address. We headed towards East Hollywood and pulled up at a medium size two story house.
Andy paid the taxi driver and pulled out his keys.
"I apologise in advance, it's probably a mess and they would've dropped off all my stuff from the tour."
"That's okay. I live in a basically a single room apartment and that gets hard to keep clean" I said.
"It's not like, one of those studio apartments, where the kitchen is in the bathroom?"
"No, no. The bathroom has it's own room, but everything thing else is shared. I'm pretty use to it. I've always lived in apartments."
"Really? Not even when you lived in Vegas?" He asked in surprise.
"Nope. We lived on the strip in a penthouse apartment."
"Whoa, what did your parents do?" He said as we walked up to the door and he unlocked it.
"Umm, you know, I don't really remember. After my mother died, my dad stopped working. I was young when it happened" I said, not wanting to tell him the whole truth.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry" he said as the door finally swung open and he found the light switch.
"It's okay. I got use to looking after myself."
"I feel like that's a little sad" he commented.
I just shrugged as I walked into his house.
There were bags and suitcases left in the entrance from their tour.
"I said it would be a mess" he said pushing them to the side with his foot. "Did you want a drink?"
"Uhh sure."
"Whiskey alright?"
"Perfect."
"A girl who likes whiskey, I love it" Andy said as he ventured off into the house, turning lights on as he went.
I followed him slowly, glancing around his house. He had pictures of him with his parents, band members and band memorabilia on the walls and basic furniture items.
"Nice place" I said loudly so he would hear me.
"Thanks, it serves the main purpose of sleeping and keeping my stuff. Half the time I would sleep at Ashley's."
"Why?" I said now finding him in the kitchen, rummaging through a cupboard.
"Oh, it was easier when we went out together. As much as I hated it."
"Why did you hate it?" I asked.
Andy popped out of the cupboard, holding a bottle of whiskey. "Found it. Umm, I hated it cause the girls he often takes home get very loud in bed and then I have trouble sleeping. Which annoys the hell out of me" he said grabbing two glasses out of another cupboard.
"Same! I can't stand it when I can't sleep! And when people wake me up too early! Sleep is the best" I said leaning on the counter.
Andy handed me a glass of whiskey and I took a sip. "Yeah, I might actually get a good one tonight" he said also taking a sip.
"Yeah, I imagine sleeping on a tour bus to be quite uncomfortable."
"It is. it's honestly like being in a coffin. Gets very claustrophobic."
"That would suck. Well I'm sure it's nice to be home" I said taking another sip.
"It is" he said staring directly at me and smiling.
"What?" I said blushing.
"Nothing, you're just beautiful."
I blushed deeper and tried to cover my face with my hands.
"I thought I told you not to do that" he smirked, taking my hands away from my face.
He was now standing directly in front of me. His hands touching mine.
I looked up at his face, he was so much taller than me. I barely came up to his chest.
Andy moved one of his hands up to my face and I noticed him chew on his lip ring before leaning in and closing the gap between our lips.

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