One Of The Guys

Ashley and Jake were doing their best to cheer me up. Although their methods were kind of counter-productive. Passing me drinks left, right and centre, it didn’t take long before I was very, VERY drunk. Ashley, Jake and I were sitting at our table. CC was still nowhere to be seen.
“I looooove y-you guys, did you know that?” I slurred. “And I am not… a slut” I hiccuped.
“We know” slurred Ashley, patting me on the back.
“These things happen” said Jake. “I mean, one time me and Ashley got drunk and kissed, and look at us now! We still get along like brothers. No awkwardness” he finished his confession with a burp.
The room was spinning along with my thoughts. I turned around to look at Andy, who was sitting at the bar laughing with a group of people. He looked over and smiled. He infuriated me.
No. He is not allowed just use me like that! I am not one of his trampy whores that he can just throw away like a used condom. I’m in his band for Christ sake! Hello? We’ve to see each other every single day. He has to apologize or nothing will work out.
“Y-you know what?” I said angrily. “I’ve avoided this for-for too long! I’m going to confront him, face to *hiccup* face” as I stood up from my chair I stumbled a little, but caught my balance.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?!” Ashley called. I was already halfway to the bar.
“Of course it is” I shouted back. As I drunkenly approached him I pushed a person or two out of the way.
“Hey! You!” I pointed my finger on his chest. “Wh-what’s your deal? You can’t just go around fucking girls and never speaking to them again!” my words were slurred but I didn’t care, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.
He tried to laugh it off, but he was clearly getting embarrassed.
“[name], why don’t you go back to our table, you’re making a scene”
“No. Tell me why? Why did you have to tell everyone?”
“[name], this isn’t the time nor place for this conversation”
“You don’t do that to people!” I punched his chest. All the emotions and thoughts from the past couple months started flooding in. “Why? You don’t… Fuck… You fucking…” I was banging on his chest repeatedly.
“[name], calm down. [name]. Look, you know what…” with that, Andy picked me up at the waist and threw me over his shoulder like a rag doll. Now staring at the floor, I punched his back and kicked his chest, but it didn't seem to faze him.
“Put me down” I shouted. He completely ignored me and walked out the door of the club. I was starting to feel sick. He strolled up to the tour bus, with me over his shoulder as if I didn’t weigh a thing. He put me inside and closed the door behind him.
Standing in the dark, empty tour bus I stared at the figure in front of me and couldn’t help but cry. I sat down on the floor and pulled my knees to my chest.
“[name], don’t do that” he crouched down to my height. He took my chin in his hand and forced me to look at him. Although it was dark his blue eyes shone bright like diamonds in the rough.
“[name]” his deep voice was soft and soothing. “I am sorry. And I promise I will make it up to you” for the first time since meeting him, I saw sincerity in Andy’s eyes.
“Why would you hurt someone like that?” I whimpered.
“You are too drunk for this conversation right now, it’s time you got to bed” he took my hand in his.
“Come on little hurricane, get up”. He pulled me off the ground. Too quickly. The room started to spin and I felt my stomach heave. Before I could search for a bathroom or bucket, I threw up on the ground, all over mine and Andy’s shoes. He sighed.
"Okay, lets get you to bed little hurricane" he said. He picked me up again and headed through the tour bus, towards the back.
"B-but wait, my bunk is upstairs" I hiccuped.
"Be realistic. Do you honestly think you can handle stairs in your condition?"
I scowled at him like a child that didn't get what they wanted.
"You're sleeping in my bunk tonight. It's much safer"
When we reached his bunk, he helped me take off my vomit-drenched clothes. He gave me one of his shirts to sleep in. I stumbled into his bunk, the room still spinning. With the covers pulled up to my chin, I turned to face him. He crouched down low to meet my gaze. We stayed there for a minute or two, taking in each others eyes. It was silent apart from the sound of our breathing. A small tear leaked out of my eye. Andy swept it away with his thumb before it reached the pillow.
"Why Andy?" I whispered.
He didn't answer. He just pushed my hair away from my face and behind my ear.
"Goodnight my little hurricane" he whispered. He kissed my forehead and just like that he was gone.

Notes

Heeyyyyyy guys!
I am so so so sorry about the little mix up!
Hopefully everything should be in order now!
To explain myself: I began to write this story about a year ago. I based the band and the guys off BVB but changed the everyone's names and the name of the band too! So far I've been editing it to be a BVB story again. I'm so sorry about all the confusion!
Thankfully, that's as far as I got writing it, so everthing from now on is brand new and will have no mix ups!
Please don't hate me! Haha
If anyone has any questions please message me!
-Lauren x