Songs for chapter are:
Time by Billy Porter
It's Time by Imagine Dragons

Nikki's POV:

I wake up alone.

It doesn't really surprise me, but I can't help the intense pang of disappointment in my chest at the realization that all that transpired the previous day, (night) was just an outcome of Andy's alcoholism. I should've known better by this point in time, so I suppose I can only blame myself for having so much faith in him.

In a trance, I remove the covers swiftly from my body as I step over Andy's make-shift bed that he apparently forgot to tidy. Yet another mess that I will be forced to clean up, thanks to Andy Biersack. I ignore all negative thoughts as I trudge down the stairs, in desperate need for some tea and possibly yet another marathon of Hannibal. The things the guy does to me is surreal, I swear.

But I stop dead in my tracks when said boy is standing shirtless in my kitchen, hovering over a frying pan with an adorable crease of concentration wrinkling the smooth skin of his forehead. For a moment, I just stand there, silently admiring this flawed yet perfect person before me, wondering how he could have even entered my life. As if somehow sensing my presence, he spins around and flashes me an easy grin, revealing a pan full of delicious looking eggs. My mouth begins to unconsciously water although I'm not sure if it is from the breakfast or the good-looking boy holding it.

I shift uncomfortably under his gaze, suddenly feeling tremendously shy and insecure, "hi", I murmur breathlessly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear awkwardly.

His grins widen as he dishes out the food, offering me a plate, "morning, Nikki. Sleep well?"

I nod, refusing to meet his gaze. Something has changed between us, but despite the sudden change, things feel tenser than ever.

"Thanks for the eggs, " I say shyly.

He smiles, "no problem. It was the least I could do after you saved my ass last night, " he chuckles.

I nod, biting my lip anxiously. We need to break this tense ice, and soon. I don't think I can handle any more distance from him after last night. "So.... about what happened yesterday..." I trail off, finally raising my gaze to meet his.

He nods and sighs, "I meant what I said and I still stand by it. I love you Nikki, and I want another chance to make us work. But I promise this time, I won't royally fuck up."

A giggle escapes my lips and before i know what i'm doing, I'm nodding along with his idea, albeit crazy idea. His handsome face lights up instantly and he scoops me up, ignoring our forgotten breakfast and dances us around the living room, our laughter mingling together until you cannot tell one from the other.

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"What should we do about the long-distance?" I ask, even though I've been dreading this conversation for hours now.

Andy shrugs, obviously not in the mood to discuss something so grim after our happy reunion, not too long ago. "We'l figure something out, babe. I can come visit, and so can you. We'll talk on the phone, skype, text. It won't be that bad. You'll see." He pauses the movie so that he can press his lips lovingly to my forehead, and I can't help but swoon a little.

I chew at my lip again, "I don't know Andy. I mean, those things are great, but I only have one year left, and I need to apply to university, think about a carer and such. I'm just not too sure that what I want to do with my life is in California."

Andy runs a hand through his messy hair, his blue eyes are stormy; an obvious sign that he is currently having an inner mental debate about whether or not to start a fight that will definitely, not end well.

I sit up on the couch, "maybe it wasn't such a good idea to consider dating again?" I say, more as a question than a statement.

this does it. As he shoots up, eyebrows raised and eyes frenzied. He grasps my shoulders and forces for our eyes to lock, "no. Don't you daresay that Nikki. I fucking love you, okay? I love you, and we will work. Understand?"

I nod under his stiff, serious gaze, but he's not yet done with his rant.

"If you don't want to be in LA, I'll understand that. We'll simply have to make it work, okay? I will follow you wherever you go, baby. You're stuck with me."

I smile at his sweet words, even though an inner turmoil has begun to uncurl itself in the pit of my stomach. I honestly can say that I don't expect for Andy and my relationship to last, which hurts more than I can bear. But I feel like it will be inevitable, so therefore I think I should just relish in the time that we have.

Because all we have is time.

Notes

Hey guys, so I just wanted to say a couple things that you may or may not hate me for.

I understand that many of you are writers on this website, correct?
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