Infactuated

Running down the street, I held back a sob. I wasn’t prone to crying, but today was an exception.

"Ali! Please Alice!" Yelled my father as I ran down the street, towards the bus stop. "I need you".
I heard his footsteps approaching, so I sped up as much as I could towards the bus currently opening its fragile doors.

I jumped on, turned around, and said to my dad "If you EVER try to find me, or even contact me, I will have the police on you in SECONDS, you understand?"

He nodded solemnly, and strolled away; looking back every few seconds.

I apologized to the driver, and went to sit at the back corner. Once situated in the corner seat, a sigh of relief found its way past my lips. I would never have to see that bastard again. I was free. Finally free.

"Quite the row you had there" I heard someone chuckle from behind me; I turned around to see the one and only Andy Biersack. I decided to act like I didn't know who he was. "You ok?" He asked after he realized that I was still fuming and tears of rage were still making their way down my cheeks.

I mumbled a "fine" and took interest in a piece of a receipt that had been scrunched in the back of the seat in front of me.

"You're clearly not" he said, general concern being shown; and tilted my chin up so that our eyes were locked. God, he was adorable; his pupils widened with the change of lighting, and his eyes were almost a different shade of blue.

"What's it to you?" I asked, coming across as angry at him.

He frowned slightly, not very noticeably, but I could tell his expression had changed into a more serious one. "Don't talk in that tone of voice, I'm trying to help you." He said, relatively sternly.

"Why are you trying to help me though? You barely know me." I inquired.

"This is true; but you're a young woman on a bus that's going into the city at 11pm, there are all kinds of weirdos about" He replied, a smile etching its mark on the side of his mouth.

"Are you a weirdo?" I asked; he nodded. "What kind of a weirdo are you then?"

"I'm the weirdo that your parents tell you to avoid when you go out to the skate park with your friends. I'm the weirdo you bring home to meet your parents and they tell you to stay away from me. I'm the weirdo who wears skinny jeans and believes in individuality and originality; and from the looks of you, you are too." He responded. And with that, the bus came to a halt.

I stood up, as did he, and we exited the bus together. "Well" I said.

"Well." he replied.

"It was nice meeting you, weirdo, but I have to go now." I said, smiling sadly. Despite the fact our conversation was only short, and I'd probably never see him again; I still enjoyed it.

"Where are you going, exactly?" He asked, concern lacing his voice and expression once more.

"Train station." I responded.

"And then where?"

I thought about it for a second; where was I actually going to go? I had no one left, my mother died. My father- well, you know about my father. I had no local friends. "I don't actually know" I admitted, and again, a tear made its way down my cheek.

"Hey, there's no need to cry; come here" He opened his arms and I wrapped my arms around his waste. God, I hated being short. He kissed the top of my head; "How about I get on the train with you, and we'll find a hotel for you to stay for the night, ok? I'll pay for a room for you"

I looked up, more tears escaping my grey eyes; "I couldn't possibly ask that of you, I mean, you probably have stuff to do an-"

"Shh, you're not asking, I'm offering. And weather you accept it or not, I will take you, you understand? You're pretty, and pretty girls don't last on their own out here. Come on." He grabbed my hand, and with that, we were on our way to the train station.

As I lay there in the luke warm water, I reflected the events of the day; first, I fell out with Kyle, then, I had a row with my dad, which resulted in him hitting me. And then, I met him.
One one hand, I was grateful of him; taking me 'under his wing'.

Me, a complete stranger I thought out of all the people he could've taken the opportunity to converse with, and he chose me. He could've left me there, to make my way to the train station and end up undecided about where to go. But no, he chose to save me.
But a part of me didn't think that I should be so grateful. Although he was famous, and he probably wouldn't want a court case to ruin he's reputation; I still didn't trust him.

What if he was dangerous?


Don't be so ungrateful, Alice. This isn't a shitty fanfiction where you get kidnapped by a band member.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Who are you talking to?" Inquired Andy from the other side of the en-suite door.

"Oh, just myself" I called back. I guess I wasn't thinking to myself then.

"Okay, you've been in there almost an hour; are you alright?"

"Yep"

"Have you done anything stupid?"

"What?"

"Have you done anything stupid?"

"Define 'stupid'?"

I heard him sigh. "Have you done anything that could harm yourself of others?"

"Oh, no. Never have, Never will" I responded, calmly. At that point, the statement was true.

"Alright, once you're out, put some clothes on and meet me on the balcony. I have something to show you."

Please don't be anything bad.

"It isn't, I promise."

"Fuck."

Notes

Hey kids!


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