Let Me Love You {on your knees} book 1

Chapter # 3 {like a fly to the light}

BELLAS P.O.V-

I watched BVB walk off stage. Andy rushed off first, not looking back. I was guessing it was because he knew he would be seeing me in a couple of minutes. A couple of minutes that is, if I could get away from Ellie. But no matter what I wanted my bracelet back. And that would be my excuse to go back and see him.

"Isabella. I'm waiting for an explanation." I finally turned to face Ellie. Her face was so suspicious. And Emmett was standing behind her with his arms crossed over his chest.

Really!? I wasn't a criminal here! Really... It was all an accident!

"Well.... You see, I got a snow cone... And as soon as the guy handed it to me I was so excited to taste it, it was cotton candy by the way you know how I love cotton candy..." I watched Ellies face, she seemed skeptical. "So I was taking a bite, focused on doing so and I was turning right in the process of taking this much anticipated bite and I turned right into Andy. Yeah I know right!? Crazy! Of all people. So I hurt my nose on his chest and spilled my snow cone all over him and then... I must have dropped my bracelet somehow...and he just pulled me out of the crowd to show it to me. He was wearing it on his wrist. I don't know how he knew it was mine but I'm so thankful he found it. And now he wants me to meet him backstage to get it from him..."

Wow. What a mouth full. But I felt like a weight was lifted off of my chest.

"You mean the one from your grandma?" Ellie of course noticed right away. She looked at my wrist and it wasn't there. I always wore it. Only taking it off to shower.

"Yesss. Now is it ok if I go back and get it. I feel weird without it. And it's weird...he's wearing it. I need it."

Ellies suspicious looking face straightened out and then she smiled. "I'm glad he found it for you. I know how much it means to you.... But.... When you're back there... Do you think you could ask him if Emmett and I could meet him and the rest of the guys?"

I nodded at her, becoming more eager to go back and retrieve my lost property with every passing second. She hugged me and then nudged me off.

I walked around her and Emmett slowly. Although I was eager to get my beloved bracelet back I was nervous as hell to be close to Andy again. In a confined area... Dammit. This was becoming way more complicated than I had ever thought it would be.

Gahhhh shut up Bella. This isn't complicated. You're just going backstage to get your bracelet from Andy. Nothing more. And then you're leaving to go back out and enjoy warped tour like planned.

As I walked around the stage, I noticed Andy standing in the grass under a canopy. "I thought you were going to be backstage." He turned to look at me and I could see that he was smoking a cig. He immediately grinned causing my heart to catch in my throat. "Change of plans. Come with me to my tour bus."

I stopped, frozen in my path feeling my heart stutter, skip a beat and then start pounding. "Uhm, my friends are waiting for me... I shouldn't-"

"Are you scared? I'm not going to bite you."

He was teasing me. I could read it all over his amused face. Did he get a kick out of messing with me? "No.....I'm not scared of you. Why would I be scared of you? What's so scary about you?"

The look he gave me was absolutely gut wrenching. It was Devilish and amused at the same time. And then he looked like he was thinking, about to say something and then decided against it.

"No. No I'm not scary I guess you're right. But I am trustworthy, I promise you. I won't hurt you and I definitely won't let anyone else hurt you either. So will you come with me? Please?"

He put on a pouty face and I felt a whirlwind of butterflies invade my stomach. "F-fine. I'll come." His face immediately lit up and he reached his hand out to me. I shook my head. "I don't hold hands with people I just met. Especially boys."

That caused him to laugh and he shook his head back and forth. "You are so funny. Come on, follow me then."

ANDY'S P.O.V-

She was making this far more exciting than I had ever imagined it might be.

What was so scary about me? Silly girl. She would see in due time what was so scary about me... Who I really was. And when she called me a boy? She was going to find out how much of a boy I was not. Obviously she had never had any experience with a man. She was in for a lot of surprises. I was so curious to know if she had ever been with anyone before. I wanted to know all I could about her. I just didn't want to scare her away. I would have to take this as slow as I could possibly handle. It was going to be extremely difficult for me. A new challenge. I loved challenges...

She was trailing a little bit behind me but I could still see her in my perifs. I could tell how nervous she was to be close to me. That was a barrier that was going to need to be broken and quickly.

"I don't even know your name." I said looking back at her over my shoulder.

I watched her push a piece of her hair behind her ear and glance up at my face with unsure eyes. "Isabella. But everyone calls me Bella." What did she seem so unsure of? Was she self conscious? If she was I wished that she wouldn't be. She was absolutely adorably perfect.

"I'm A-" "Andy Biersack. Yeah I know. My best friend is obsessed with you."

Hearing that caused me to laugh out loud. How ironic. The girl I had suddenly become obsessed with had a best friend that was obsessed with me.

"Oh yeah? So how much do you know about me, since she's obsessed?"

She had caught up with me a little now and we were almost walking side by side. "Not much." Short and sweet. It was obvious that she was lying though. "Not much huh? Are you sure? Or do you just not want to talk about it?"

She looked at me again, finally. Scrutinizing my face. "Honestly no. I don't really pay attention when she talks about you. I'm not the one who's obsessed with you." Ooooo she was feisty. I enjoyed that greatly. Immensely.

"Well ok then, Bella. How old are you?" We stopped walking now and we're standing in front of the tour bus. I watched her pull a cig out of her purse and then light it. She took a huge drag and her hand was shaking as she took it back away from her mouth and exhaled.

"Why is that relevant? I'm just here for my bracelet right?" Feisty, feisty, FEISTY! I felt a chill run down my spine at the excitement I felt. I couldn't help but grin brightly at her and she took another shaky drag of her cig.

"Is it a problem that I might want to get to know you? Am I bothering you?" I leaned in closer to her and just as I was expecting, she took a small step backwards.

And then she sighed and looked at me with a quizzical look on her face. I tilted my head sideways, waiting for her to speak.

"Why? Why do you want to get to know me? You're a big rockstar and you know tons of people. There are tons of girls who you could get to know. Why do you want to get to know me?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her. I didn't want to make her feel any more nervous or embarrassed than she already did but she was just so cute. She was self conscious. Overly so. She couldn't believe that I wanted to get to know her. She couldn't see herself how I saw her. I would definitely change that.

"I didn't say I wanted to date you. I just said I wanted to get to know you. And just because I'm a 'rock star' doesn't mean we can't be friends. I choose my own friends. They don't have to be famous or...." I was going to say special but that would insult her. And I thought she was incredibly special but I wasn't going to tell her that now. I was trying my best not to scare her away from me. "Or slutty. I can feel you judging me. You think I'd go for the more 'over the top' girls to put it nicely.

She immediately nodded her head and I could see the smug look on her face.

"Like I said, who said I was trying to date you. Can't I be your friend?"

She grew quiet. Not that she wasn't already quiet, but the silence grew and I could see that she was thinking. I was growing anxious with every passing second.

And then she finally cleared her throat. "I'm 18. Today's my birthday actually..."

My heart skipped a beat and thudded against my rib cage. The first thought that crossed my mind was, 'she's accepting my friendship!' Hahahahaha! The second thought, 'thankfully she's legal!' I mentally scolded myself but I knew there was no stopping me now.

"Birthday girl huh? Wanna hang out with the guys, myself and some other people tonight in downtown LA? Celebrate? You can bring your friends. It won't be weird, I promise."

BELLAS P.O.V-

Andy wanted me to go out with him and his friends??? He had just shocked the s**t out of me, telling me that he wanted to be my friend and now he wanted to hang out? Already? It was all too surreal. And the most disturbing part about all of this was, my gut was still screaming at me to run. Screaming no. No. No. NO!

"Ok.... Uhm. Is it ok if I enjoy the rest of warped tour first. I can meet you after it's over?" I ignored my gut and agreed anyway. Andy gave me a huge grin again, doing a little dance afterwards. I couldn't help but chuckle at him.

Fuck. No. Isabella, don't let him get to you like that. He's going to be your friend. That's all this is. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to be friends with the singer of Black Veil Brides. I guarantee he could get me tickets to some pretty good shows this summer. Shows were life.

I watched him take my bracelet off of his hand and then he walked forward, making my heart beat faster at his closeness. He put his hand around my wrist, lifting up my arm and then he put my bracelet on me. Before letting go of my wrist completely, he purposely trailed two fingers lightly down across my palm. I closed my eyes for a brief moment as my arm flopped weakly to my side.

As I looked back up at him, he had that familiar devilish, dark, unreadable look on his face and I felt my whole body weaken. Dammit. This wasn't good.

"Ok then. I'll see you later." I quickly said, going to turn, but he grabbed my wrist again and I looked back at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to expect from him. But then he pulled out a sharpie from his pocket and handed it to me, holding out his arm.

"Write your number on my hand and I'll text you, so we can keep in touch about what's going on."

I cursed myself uncapping it with shaky hands. I knew he could see it. It was bad. I didn't want to look nervous in front of him. I didn't want him to know what effect he was having on me. I hated being vulnerable in front of anyone. Quickly I wrote it and then capped the sharpie handing it back to him.

And then I turned again and began to walk away.

"See you later Bella." As I turned to wave, I could see that his face was darkened once more by that devilish, unreadable emotion, in which I had no idea what to make of.