Bleeding Out: Chapter 14: I'm Not Loosing You
(*Andy's POINT OF VIEW*)
(author's note: i know im repeating Andy twice. I'm sorry. I really want him to be telling this part.)
Finally, ten minutes after the concert ended and a lot of people cleared out of the venue I was out by the tour buses. I first went to Asking Alexandria's tour bus and found Danny.
"Danny!" I yelled as I walked over to him.
"Andy?" Danny looked taken back.
"Why didn't you tell me where my girlfriend was? You KNEW I was looking for her!" I knew I was going to yell in a few seconds.
"Please, let me explain, mate." Danny put his hand up in defence.
"What is there to explain?" I yelled. "You KNEW WHERE SHE WAS and YOU didn't tell ME. Do you know how many things I could have been doing other than scouring England for a girl I didn't even know still cared about me. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I WANTED TO JUST GIVE UP? TO QUIT?" I screamed.
"Andy I get that you're mad-" Danny tried.
"YOU GET THAT I'M MAD? Oh well good, let's start with that! Why don't we just sit around in a circle in talk about our feelings!" I yelled.
"I can explain, really."
"You have literally five minutes. I need to find her." I spat.
"Your girlfriend and I have become good friends. Not fuck buddies I mean seriously we're friends, just like how Sammi and I are friends. Just. Friends." Danny explained. "She made me swear to not tell you where she was and you know how I am about givin' my word and shit. I'm really fucking sorry I didn't tell you. I really wanted to. I tried to drop hints."
"Really? You're not fucking my girlfriend or anything?" I asked, suprised.
"Trust me, she's hot, don't get me wrong. But I would never do that to you." Danny laughed. I gave him a hug.
"Thanks, man." I pulled back.
"No problem. She's in some interview right now with Kerrang so maybe you wanna--"
"Nope. Can't wait. Gotta see her." I cut him off.
"She's in the back of her merch tent!" Danny called after me.
"Thanks!" I called over my shoulder. I ran more than walked to her merch tent. I was stopped a few times with the old "Hey, are you Andy Biersack?" and the "Can you sign my shirt?" which I would never say no to. I love the BVB ARMY! I finally got to the back of the merch tent. I was only ten feet away. Alison turned and saw me coming. I walked quickly up to her. I felt tears forming into my eyes.
"Andy-" She gasped as I came up to her.
"Ali-" I breathed her in for just one second before I stopped walking, scooped her up into my arms, kissing her with everything inside of me. She clung to me for dear life as her feet came off the ground, butt resting on my arm so I was holding her up. She kissed me back with the same amount of passion. My tears fell down both our cheeks. Finally, after ten seconds she gave a strong push to my chest. I set her down, panting slightly. I wipped the tears out of my eyes.
"You have to leave!" She trembled. She looked so scared. It was just the devil frightening her.
"Alison, I know what's happening to you. I--I don't know how to explain it but I know."
"You don't know anything!" The devil spat. "Get out of here! I don't give a damn about you!" She lied, a nervous hand running into the roots of her hair, tugging on them as she always did when she was scared.
"No, baby. I can tell." I laughed. "You're lying." I was almost giddy.
"No! No! You have to leave!" Alison returned. I touched her again and I felt her flinch. I cupped her face in my hands and I felt her move to bring my hands down but I was too quick for her. I kissed her once more and finally, as if a wall broke down, I felt her loosen up. I felt her body respond to mine. She kissed me so much that my heart actually did flips. We kissed for an entire minute, the Kerrang camera man catching it all. He took pictures of us too, knowing I'm sure that he would probably be getting a raise for capturing such a moment. The interviewer was writing down everything he could hear us say. Alison and I pulled away a fraction of an inch.
"It's gone." She whispered against my lips. Mascara tinted tears fell down her beautiful yet pale face. "She's gone." She was so happy.
"You're good?" I asked just as happy.
"I'm good!" She smiled but more tears of joy fell down her face. I brushed them away with the pads of my thumbs.
"I love you, Alison."
"I love you more. I love you so much more." She brought me into a tight hug and I squeezed her waist. I pulled back after five seconds and kissed her lips twice more very quickly.
"You look different." I mumbled against her lips. "New make up?" I teased.
"New hair." She laughed.
"I like the old one better, love." I told her honestly.
"It was just supposed to be a disguise." Alison replied.
"So what's your name?" I asked.
"Alison Mercer. Not Layla Manico." She replied nuzzeling me with her nose. I kissed the tip of her nose and she scrunched her nose up involentarily. After five more minutes, Alison and I got back to her interview. I sat down in the chair and she was on my lap.
"So who is this?" The interviewer asked.
"You've only had me on your podcast more than twice now." I laughed.
"This is the boy I talk about on stage. The LA boy I love from back in the states. I foolishly broke up with him a few months ago. I ran away to England, started Broken Frames, changed my name to Layla Manico and changed my hair. I left him notes in a telephone booth. I wasn't the same person. I lost sight of how to be myself. I let an evil perspective of my mind take over me. I was barely able to fight back. I always felt so pent up, that is, until Andy came five minutes ago." Ali smiled.
"So what's your real name?" He asked.
"My real name is Alison Mercer. I like to be called Ali. My best friends are Black Veil Brides, that's why I wear this BVB ARMY dog tag every day of my life. My new best friends are my band and Asking Alexandria. Yes, I stole my boyfriend's friends. He was friends with Asking first." She said as I chuckled.
"How did you find Alison if she took so many precautions to stay hidden?" The interviewer asked me.
"Well, she made the mistake of giving me letters for one thing. She also made a playlist giving me clues to come back to her. I also had to rely on past convorsations a lot, like the time when she was seventeen and told me if she were to run away, she'd run away to England. I had a lot of help from my band. We missed her so much. We've been friends with her for two years now." I paused to look at Alison. "By the way I believe I've missed your birthday by fifteen days. Happy nineteen years old, love, you still can't drink." I teased her.
"Shut up." She playfully hit my chest. It was funny how much I missed that.
"So how long have you guys been dating?"
"Since Christmas Eve of last year. Again, I ran away from him around the beginning of September. It was really stupid of me. I was just totally incredibly jealous that is career was totally taking off more and more every day and I knew I needed him. I never needed anyone in my life before. I was scared. I mean, the fans know my past. I'm far too open about it. So, I'm pretty sure they can see why I'd be so scared."
"Of course." The interviewer said. "So, thank you Alison and her boyfriend, for this interview."
"No problem." I smiled.
"Thank you." Alison smiled. I got up and she jumped on my back for a piggy back ride.
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"I missed you so much." I said to Alison, later when we were on her bed in the tour bus. She ran a hand through my hair.
"I missed you more." She looked up at me. Her back laid on the bed as my hand was next to her side, the other lightly holding down her wrist. She cupped my cheek softly in her hand and I moved to lightly kiss her hand.
"Please don't leave me." I whispered again.
"Never." She assured me. "Never again, honey. I'm so sorry. I-it wasn't me."
"I know." She got up and I held her in my arms. "You never have to be like that again."