In The End: Chapter 14More Like This
In The End
A BVB Fanfic
A month had gone by far faster than any of us had expected. Tonight was the guy's last show, then it was home bound for them. Me, on the other hand, still had no idea where I'd end up. Either way, I'd never forget this experience for as long as I lived. I stood side-stage watching the crew set up everything for tonight when I felt a familiar pair of arms around my waist. Andy pressed his lips to my neck as I leaned back against his chest.
"What's on your mind, gorgeous?" He asked between trailing kisses up my neck. I shivered a bit, and smiled. "A lot. After your show, let's talk. Okay?" I ask. His eyebrows knit together, but he doesn't question me, and he nods. Taking my hand, he pulls me back to the makeup room so he can finish getting ready.
Grabbing his makeup from him, I draw it on his face just how he normally would, and I crack a smile. "What are you smiling about?" He asks as I work. "I had a dream two weeks before my birthday that
In The DarkHis icy blue gaze seemed to be piercing through my soul. Perhaps he could read my thoughts like a forbidden book of dark secrets? My heart beat pulsingly in my chest, possibly skipping beat after beat after beat. Was he judging every morsel of my soul? Was I of a wretched being? His expression was morbid and mysterious, his face shaded over by the dim absence of light in the alleyway. I felt myself shaking, just standing there in one place quivering like a frightened rabbit being stalked by a predator.More Like This
Still more silence.
And then he broke it with a few steps forward and towards me.
I continued to shake as he drew nearer and nearer. I knew who he was...
Seconds melted away into minutes and finally he reached up one arm and began to caress my face softly with his cold hands. It sent chills up and down my spine but at the end of these chills was a burning hot tingle. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips press to mine and lean deeper into the sweet kiss. Somehow I enjoyed it and so
One Last Kiss *Part One*Andy's P.O.V.More Like This
I sit on the bed, holding the pillow to my face and sobbing into it. My legs are crossed beneath me, ripped skinny jeans clinging tightly to them. Why would she do this to me? I gave her my heart and she ripped in two effortlessly, as if it were just a crappy scrap of paper.
Maybe that’s all I am- crappy. Everyone always told me that I was an emo faggot and they’re probably right. I should just stop trying. They told me to stop a long time ago- I should have listened. They said that I didn’t deserve to love someone and that I didn’t deserve to be loved. I know that they’re right now- it’s fucking obvious for anyone to see.
I scream out, tears interrupting me again and as I lean forward I hear the click of the doorknob. Why can’t they all just stay away from me?! Can they not read the sign on my door that says ‘KEEP OUT’ or are they just stupid?!
I hear Ashley’s voice and something clicks ins