Disenchanted (Frerard) Wattys2015

Chapter 30

"Does that mean Andy isn't coming." Kyle asked wriggling around impatiently as he held my hand in the filled elevator. There were only a few others in the elevator, a women with a baby in a push-chair, an old couple and some teenage school students. Nobody else in the elevator was paying attention to anyone except who they were with, but Kyle was the only one talking at any normal volume, everyone else was virtually silent.

"He doesn't need to anymore." I replied a little quieter, taking his bag off him as it was open and all his books would fall out if he wasn't careful.

"Oh, okay." He nodded, pulling me eagerly from the elevator when we reached the correct floor. Finding his eagerness, somewhat funny, I followed him down the hallway to our apartment, fumbling with my key to unlock the door. I slowed down a little, listening more intently when I thought I heard crying and shouting from inside, Gerard only went to the Collage Monday mornings, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursday Mornings, but he had been collecting more of his stuff from his apartment this afternoon when I left for Kyle.

When the door opened, I could hear the crying more clearly, there was the odd shouting too, swearing as well. I put my hands over Kyle's ears and walked him to his bedroom, it was a difficult task as he was certainly putting up a fight, trying to get my hands off his ears and trying to go the opposite direction to the kitchen, to see what was wrong. Eventually managing to get him into his room, I kicked the door closed and put his stereo on - loud - removing my hands from his ears.

"Listen to me, stay here, I do not want you to leave this room, is that clear?" He nodded slowly.

"I-is everything okay?"

"I'm sure everything is perfectly fine, I'll be back in a minute, but you are not to leave okay?" I said sternly, making sure he agreed before I slipped from the room closing the door behind me. Keeping quiet, I made my through the living room and into the kitchen, closing the kitchen door behind me too.

Gerard was stood over the sink his phone in one hand, the other hand I couldn't see, but I'm guessing it was by his face, which I also couldn't see as his back was too me. He was in tears, that much was very obvious, he was also pretty angry and although I couldn't make out the person or exactly what they were saying, it was pretty obvious the person on the other hand wasn't very happy either. I couldn't hear it well enough to say anything, other than that whoever was at the other end was very angry, shouting, and upsetting Gerard a fair amount.

"It's nothing to do with you! I told you it's done. Fucking no!" He yelled down the phone through his tears, "No, it's Frank end of story. Fuck you." He cried pulling the phone away from his ear as if he was going to hang up, before rapidly pulling it back to his ear. "No, no you can't! You wouldn't fucking dare! Please I'm not doing shit for you, I'm not paying it anymore." He was crying harder by the minute becoming more worked up, possibly more angry, definitely more in despair.

Just as I heard the person at the other end of the line shout again, I decided to make Gerard aware that I was here, in the hopes I could help work it out, or at least make him feel better. Coughing loudly and clearing my throat to get his attention, he cussed and hung up wiping his face.

"Gee?" I whispered approaching him slowly and a little reluctantly. "Gee are y-"

"Fine." He sniffed wiping his face again, he turned around, his hair flopping over his face as he looked down at his feet leaning against the work top.

"What was that about?" I asked, standing right in front of him grabbing his hands and squeezing them reassuringly.

"I, uh, it's nothing really." He shrugged, I struggled not to laugh out, did he really expect me to believe it was nothing when he was crying and shouting down the phone. Standing closer, each of my feet on the outside of his, I lifted his head pushing his hair out of his face, I managed to tuck it behind his ear before he could grab my hand a whip it away, flicking his hair over his face again.