Andy Biersack oneshots!

„Get the hell away from her!“ my friend shouted, clenching his fists and getting into Andy's face.

I could see both of them were absolutely furious while I was absolutely terrified because this situation could get really nasty and at that, really soon. Andy was holding back, not wanting to punch him just yet, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed. He didn't want to make a scene and I was grateful he was at least trying to control himself. My over protective and now drunken friend, on the other hand, apparently wanted to make a scene and he was currently doing a good job, considering a few people around were already watching what was going to happen next.

„Scott, please, stop it.“, I pleaded and turned to him, softly trying to push him away.
He saw Andy and me kissing, most probably coming over to check up on me because I wasn't with the group of friends I came with, and he didn't seem fairly pleased upon seeing my hands wrapped around my ex.

And I completely understood why.

Scott spent a few nights with me getting drunk because of Andy, making sure nothing bad happened, he comforted me when I was crying over him until my eyes were out of tears and my head was aching and then… He even took care of me during that time I didn't bother showering whilst my diet consisted mainly of eating whatever I could order over the phone, like pizza or Chinese food. We are great friends and I understand he was only trying to save me from any more pain that Andy could cause, because honestly, I would do the same for him.

And while his intention was good, I was incredibly angry with him at that moment.

„You have nothing to do with this, Scott.“, Andy said calmly, but also in a menacing, stern tone, spewing out his name in disgust.

I stepped in between them. My back was facing Andy while my hands were on Scott's shoulders and chest, slowly making him step back. He wasn't even looking at me, he was too busy sending threatening glares Andy's way. Scott was quite muscular, owing that to his regular kickboxing trainings, so I had no doubt Andy would walk away from this fight with quite a number of bruises on his skinny body, or maybe something worse. But, I also knew that Andy isn't the type to back down because of his stubbornness and that damn pride of his.

„Get the fuck out of my face Biersack or I'll knock your pretty little teeth out!“ Scott stepped forward again and almost knocked me down trying to get to Andy.

„I'd like to see you try asshole!“ I heard a gruff voice behind me and felt Andy take a step forward too.

Uh-oh.

I pushed Scott a bit stronger now and that was enough to make him avert his eyes from his enemy and look at me.

„Are you really defending this twat?“ he looked at me like he couldn't quite believe it and I raised my eyebrow at him.

I was beyond pissed at that point.

„That's it.“, I said through clenched teeth. „We need to talk.“

I glanced at Andy quickly before taking Scott by his arm and pulling him towards the back exit, which was closer than the front one. It took a few moments to push through the crowd, since some people gathered expecting a fight to go down, but I managed. I pushed the metal doors open so hard that they almost hit the outside wall of the building as I got out. Thankfully, there was no one out there, the dirty, dark alleyway was empty. Scott closed the doors with a tad less force than I had opened them with and then he turned around to face me.

„What's the matter with you?“ he asked harshly, his hands spreading apart in a questioning manner.

I exhaled, trying to calm myself down and ignore his dumb question. „You may not agree with everything I do and that's fine, but you have to respect my fucking decisions!“

„Don't you remember how much he made you cry?“ he asked, his jaw clenching again. „You must be insane to want him back!“

„Gee, thanks.“, I said bitterly and rather loudly. „You're an awesome friend.“

My head was aching from the music and stuffed air inside, so it was actually kinda pleasing to be out here, in a bit colder temperature with a bit more oxygen. I would've enjoyed it if I wasn't caught up in the middle of this mess.

He sighed and shook his head at me. „You don't know what the hell you're doing.“

„Well, I'm so glad to have you so you could control my life!“ I yelled and walked around him towards the doors, pushing his arm in the process.

God, how I hoped he won't follow me back in.

As I opened the heavy doors, Scott pushed them back so they could close again, not letting me back in just yet.

„What now?“ I asked in a huff.

„Look, I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a douche.“, he said seriously, but still angrily.

„Well, too bad-“ I started but he cut me off.

„I don't want to see you hurt again.“, his brown eyes were soft and his forehead scrunched in worry.

Exhaling heavily and averting my gaze from him, I leaned on the wall beside the doors and tapped the pockets of my leather jackets, trying to find my box of cigarettes. I winced slightly when I remembered I didn't have one anymore.

„Maybe this is stupid.“, I whispered and Scott came closer to me, leaning on the wall too.

„But…“, I looked at the floor, at my feet. „I won't forgive myself if I don't try again. Because…“

I sighed at my lack of words and looked at Scott, who was listening nonetheless.
This air seemed to help him a bit too, as he appeared a little less woozy now. He was obviously getting through the stages from entirely drunk to partially sober.

„I still think of him when I wake up. When I go to bed. Or even at random times in the day. The pain is there, it never got away…“, I shook my head and looked at my boots again. „And it didn't get any easier since we had broken up.“

„You really won't give up on him?“ he asked slowly.

I shook my head no.

Suddenly, the doors flew open and my eyes widened as I saw Andy coming out of the club. I immediately stood between the two men, looking at Andy and then at Scott, assesing how exactly cross are they with each other now. Andy seemed to be worried, furious, distressed and sad all at once, while Scott had calmed down because of our brief yelling and talking.

There were a few moments of silence, just a faint sound of music coming from the club, while nobody knew exactly how to react. Before they could say anything insulting to each other, I began to talk.

„Scott, I'll be fine.“, I sighed, turning completely to him. „I appreciate you taking care of me, but with all due respect, I can do it myself.“

He nodded, altough he wasn't really satisfied with what I had to say.

„If you hurt her…“, he stepped towards Andy and I sucked in air as he continued to talk. „I'll hurt you. And you won't get up from the hospital bed so soon if that happens.“

„You don't need to worry about me because I won't hurt her.“, Andy was quick to respond harshly. „Worry about yourself and about sticking your nose out of other people's relationships.“

„You little-“ Scott moved forward to him but I blocked him with my body and my arms to his chest.

„Enough!“ I shouted and then sighed once again.

As Scott started to turn towards the doors, he averted his wrathful stare from Andy and looked at me a bit more sweetily.

„Call me if you need to.“, he whispered and I nodded, hugging him and thanking for his concern.
Altough, I was pretty sure he was just shooting daggers at Andy over my shoulder while he kept me in his embrace.

When he left, I finally stood in front of Andy, who had pulled out his cigarette and lit it.

„Your friends seem to like me.“, he chuckled, breathing out a large cloud of smoke. „First, I was called an asshole, then I almost had my nose broken…“

I slowly approached him, taking him by his jacket and pulling him closer to me. I missed him being so close to me.

„You can't blame them.“, I smiled, trying to soften my remark.

„I really can't.“, he admitted, staring into my eyes. „I actually was an asshole. But, I promise to you that I won't be anymore.“

„Don't promise me anything.“, my hands fell down and I backed away a bit, my face serious.
„Prove it. And then I'll believe you.“

„I will.“, Andy took a drag, still looking at me intently.

He tossed the unfinished cigarette away while breathing out the smoke and after that, he filled the gap between us, bringing our bodies completely against each other. His arms gently moved from my sides to my lower back, without hurrying. My own arms were quickly wrapped around his neck and resting onto his shoulders.

„I'm not letting you go anymore.“, he spoke silently before pressing his lips on mine.

At first, it was gentle, both of us simply relishing in the fact that we're pressed against each other again. But, then we got greedy and the kiss turned into a lustful one, his tongue running down my bottom lip and his arms impriting into my skin firmly. My hand roamed through his thick, dark hair and I almost moaned, pulling away. I smiled, finally content, because he was back.

He grinned widely, biting down is lip. „You have no idea how much I missed you.“

„We do have an awful lot of things we need to catch up on.“, I chuckled.

„How about a drink first?“ he took my hand and removed his forehead from mine.

His eyes were gleaming in the weak moonlight.

„Lead the way.“, I squeezed his hand and followed him back inside.

I didn't care how long will it last, I simply wanted to have him again. To feel him, touch him and talk with him, to breathe in his presence and take pleasure in all of the feelings he's able to provoke in me.

Because, he was the only one who could make me feel this.

We were in love.

Notes

Need your opinion! Are oneshots/imagines/whatever better in two parts or one? Don't really know if these two parts are boring or a tad too much. I sometimes write in two parts and don't really know what are the readers more fond of.

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