Andy Biersack oneshots!

I was sitting on a tall bar stool in some shitty nightclub my friends and I usually went to. Only this time, they dragged me with them. After I danced through a couple of songs and started to have a good time, my annoying friends started to get more and more drunk, and at that, even more annoying. I blew a couple of guys off that were a bit too pushy for my taste and after that I decided that I've had enough. I found a secluded bar counter on the far end of the club, where the blasting music appeared more quiet and I could actually hear what the few people around me were talking about. Not that I cared though. I would much rather be in my bed right now, sleeping.

Sighing dramatically, I lit another cigarette and tossed the box in front of me on the counter. Smoking. It was a truly pathetic try to calm myself down and avert my attention from him, so naturally, it failed miserably. I kept glancing at him, even catching his intent look a few times for a short while. But then, I would quickly snap my head back and focus my attention on something else. I refused to move from my seat and he was obviously as stubborn as I was, because he had been sitting there approximately as much as I did.

My pride didn't allow me to back down and run away simply because my ex was sitting a few stools away from me. One stool away actually, to be exact. But, why would I have to move? I don't have a problem with him being here. If he has an issue about it, he's the one that should leave.

Anyway, after a few drinks and a few more cigarettes I went through alone, I heard my name being shouted behind me and I turned around to see who was calling me.

It was my friend, visibly drunk as she stumbled on her high heels, with a huge grin on her happy, intoxicated face.

„Let's go dance!“ my friend took my hand and pulled my arm weakly in order to get me off my seat, but I didn't budge.

„I'm not in the mood.“, I explained, taking a puff from my cig.

She rolled her eyes and leaned on the bar counter. „You're not in the mood for anything since that asshole dumped you!“

I glared at her, clenching my jaw simply to prevent myself from telling her something I would tomorrow regret. It was a moment later I noticed my ex, Andy, staring at me from behind her and then looking down at his glass half-filled with liquor whilst smirking. His eyebrow raised, like it often did when he was curious and with that devilish grin plastered on his face, I actually thought he could hear the comment my friend just made.

I concluded that he most probably did.

„Bloody hell.“, I muttered to myself, turning my head away from both my friend and Andy sitting behind her.

„So?“ she tapped her foot and folded her arms beneath her over-exposed chest. „Are you going or are you gonna sulk here all night and drown in alcohol?“

After a second, she spoke again, but in a milder tone. „It's time to move on, honey.“

„Don't give me that bullshit.“, I downed the rest of my Gin and theatrically thumped the glass down on the wooden counter. The thud was so loud it made her jump.

„If you want to dance, go. Just leave me the fuck alone and go bitch somewhere else.“, I looked her straight in the eyes while telling her this with a stern voice and her mouth slightly dropped.
Yea, you guessed it - I was a pretty mean drunk.

She left without a word. And it was then when I remembered she was my ride home.

Well, fuck. Taxi it is.

I took the last smoke from my cigarette, inhaling slowly and letting it fill my lungs. I breathed out a large cloud of smoke and turned off the cig in the nearest ashtray. Right when I was about to order something a bit more stronger to drink, Andy came over.

Double fuck.

„So, who's this asshole you were talking about?“ he asked in his usual deep, husky voice.

I ignored him and raised my hand up, looking at the bartender intently. From the corner of my eye, I could see Andy still smirking and I wanted nothing more than wipe that satisfaction off his goddamn face.

Changing my mind in the last second, I ordered the Gin again. I didn't want to be too drunk for the conversation which was clearly about to happen.

„Can I sit?“ Andy set a question once again, right when I started to send bone-chilling glares his way. He meant to sit on the bar stool right next to me.

„No.“, I answered as the bartender set a new glass in front of me.

Completely ignoring my plain response, Andy settled in that seat and pulled out his own box of cigarettes.

Marlboro Reds, his and mine favorites.

„Want one?“ he asked, motioning on his half full box, after probably noticing my own on the side, but emptied.

I rolled my eyes slightly and took one. I had to admit, his timing was perfect.

He lit mine before his and we both took a long drag.

„What are you doing here?“ I stopped with my useless glaring and asked.

There's really no point in being furious. I'll just make myself feel worse.

The problem was, I had an incredibly hard time controlling my emotions around him. Any emotions, not just anger.

„I wanted to see you.“, he said and I finally saw his face tonight without that triumphant grin. „I know this is where you always go, so I came. I want to talk to you.“

He was serious, for a change.

„Don't screw with me.“, I huffed and took a sip of my drink with the same hand I've been holding my cig.

„As much as I'd like that, I'm not screwing with you.“, he chuckled.

Welp, the seriousness didn't last for too long.

I rolled my eyes again, this time more as a reflex to his dumb comment. As I went to stand up so I could leave, he took my hand and didn't let me go.

I wanted to spare myself the empty promises and fake apologies, but he didn't let me.

„I'm sorry.“, he said with a pleading look, his blue eyes sparkling.

It could also be from the alcohol, I thought to myself.

He continued. „For everything that went wrong between us. For not fighting more than I did to try and keep you by my side.“

„What are you doing, Andy?“ I asked softly, shaking my head at him.

„We were in love...“, he spoke slowly, as a whisper. „What the fuck happened?“

„Were?“ I emphasized, tears forming in my eyes. I prayed to God he wasn't able to see them in this dim light.

„I still am.“, his jaw clenched and he tightened his grip on my hand. „I love you.“

When I closed my eyes, a tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away and sniffed, turning my head around as much as I could since he was holding me. I wanted to run away, just so he couldn't see me breaking down. I felt so weak. But then, I sensed him getting up, while I remained there, standing completely frozen.

„And something tells me you're still in love, too.“, he sounded croaky.

Then he pulled my chin with his thumb gently, making me face him. I stared into his sad eyes and my bottom lip quivered. I hated crying. I was usually the one who cried the least, but so many emotions that were bottled up inside me for too long have now risen up and flodded me in this few brief seconds. I simply couldn't bear with them all at once.

„I'll probably get a slap for this, but it's worth the risk.“, he said as his magnificent eyes got closer. He was leaning in.

Before I even realized what was he doing, his soft lips were pressed against mine.

I could taste the Jack on his mouth, mixed with that cigarette flavor, as our lips moved together in sync hungrily. I ached for that kiss from the last time we pulled away from each other and I can't even begin to describe how terrific and pleasing it felt and how much he was able to calm me. I could sense his lust as my hand went to his neck, pulling him even closer to my body and touching his hair slightly.

Andy's hands were resting on my back when we parted, both breathless and still so close to each other. He was worried, because he didn't know exactly what I was going to do now. But, seeing as I haven't broke the kiss, he was brave enough to put his forehead against mine, which completely disrupted my senses. His touch, his smell, his breathing tickling my cheeks… It was driving me mad.

And I knew at that point I won't be able to resist him, no matter how much I try.

„Don't worry. I don't slap anyone who kisses me this good.“, I chuckled while whispering to him, admiring that wide grin on his face.

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