*Andy's PoV*

"Andy?"

And just like that, I knew where I recognized her from. Exactly three years ago, I found her bleeding out in an alley after slitting her own wrists.

"Angel." I wrapped my arms around her in a hug. I was glad she was okay. I wanted to stay at the hospital until she woke up, but I had to leave becasue we were on tour.

*Angel's PoV*

He hugged me, and I gasped. I recognized him now, not just as the boy who saved my life, but from somewhere else.

I didn't start listening to Black Veil Brides until a few months ago, about the time their album, Wretched and Divine, came out. I wasn't really familiar with what they looked like before that.

But, seeing him now, I realized that the Andy that saved me was the same Andy who sang for one of my favorite bands.

"Wait.... you're Andy Biersack." I looked up at him, since he still had his arms around me.

He laughed. "You didn't figure that out before now?"

I smiled sheepishly. "I didn't start listening to your band until after you had changed your look. A lot."

Andy pulled away and pulled me over to the bar, where he sat down, gesturing for me to sit next to him. I sat down, offering a shy smile.

"So, how have you been?" Andy asked. His smile is absolutely gorgeous.

"Fine..." I lied. "I came here to live with my grandmother after I got out of the hospital. I live with my friend Rose now."

"Have you..." Andy gestured to my wrists. I quickly sat on my hands so he couldn't see them.

"N-not as much." I whispered. That was a lie. I'm having a relapse since Alec dumped me. A bad one.

"Let me see." He grabbed my wrists, pulling them over to him. I don't get why he cares about me. I tried to pull my hand away, but he was strong. Andy pushed up my bracelets, revealing several recent cuts on each wrist.

"Why?" He whispered. He looked so sad. I felt bad, like I'd disappointed him.

I yanked my wrist away. "Why do you care?" I asked harshly.

Andy looked hurt. "Why shouldn't I? Is there a rule that says I can't care about you?"

"No one else does."

"I doubt that."

"My parents didn't. My ex-boyfriend, who I loved with everything I had, didn't. My cousin and my best friend are the only ones who care at all whether I live or die." Why am I telling him this? I barely know him.

"Well, I care." Andy smiked at me. "And you're just gonna have to deal with it."

***

Andy and I just hung out for a while. He bought us drinks, and we talked. Turns out he had recently had a bad break up too. Like me, he got dragged to this club to help get him out of his slump.

Eventually, a slow song came on. After the first few measures, I recognized it as "Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift. I smiled, humming along to the music.

Andy smirked and took my hand. "Wanna dance?"

I smiled. "Yeah."

He lead me out onto the dance floor. He placed his hands on my waist and I put mine on his shoulders. We kept a few inches between us, unlike most of the other dancers. I smiled and started to sing along to the music:

"I remember tears streaming down your face, when I said I'll never let you go. When all those shadows almost killed your light..."

"You have a beautiful voice." Andy whispered, smiling.

"Thanks, but yours is way better." I said, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. Andy freaking Biersack just complimented my singing.

We danced slowly for the whole song, talking softly. After the song, he hugged me. "Wait here." He said, then went off.

***

*Andy's PoV*

I finally found Ashley, sucking face with some blonde in a very revealing dress. I tapped his shoulder. "Ash."

He looked up. "Hmmm?" Obviously, someone's had a couple too many.

"Do you still have... that stuff?"

Ashley narrowed his eyes. "You really want to use it?"

I nodded. "I-I have to. I'll explain later."

Ashley sighed. He whispered something to the blonde, then stood up. "I'll get the car."

I took the tiny bottle he handed me, then headed over to where Angel was sitting.

Hopefully, she won't notice me pouring the bottle's contents into her drink.