A/N: I went back and edited the last two chapters and changed the point of view to 3rd person. Just thought I'd let you all know. Oh yeah, \\Gross vomit warning\\ if you have a weak stomach I suggest you don't read. ~carmella G xo
Frank stumbled out of the bar, his eyes adjusting to the darkness and the bright headlights on cars and traffic lights. He was trying to keep his balance while holding onto the brick wall then a parking meter for support. He fumbled with his keys in his pocket before pulling them out and unlocking his car door. Frank plopped down in the front seat, slamming the car door shut and struggling to put the key into the ignition. His vision was blurred and it wasn't helping that it was dark in the vehicle.
He had a bad feeling about driving home this late and after having a couple drinks with this incredible man he just met. Actually, he only had three drinks and three drinks was definetly not enough to get Frank Iero drunk. It was enough to make him a little tipsy and giggly but never had he felt this awful after three beers.
Frank was perfectly fine while drinking and casually chatting with Gerard until he felt this sharp and unexpected pain in his stomach. He tried his best to ignore it, thinking that perhaps his stomach problems were coming back after so many years of its absence and that he should go home in a few minutes.
Of course this had to happen on a night where Frank was having fun for once, enjoying his small talk with Gerard, watching him with wide and curious hazel eyes that were hidden behind his little black fringe.
Unfortunately, the stomach pains hit him, a lot harder this time. He twitched and jolted up in his seat a little, causing him to spill a bit of his alcohol on the counter. This caught Gerard's attention, making him raise a brow and shoot him a questionable look. Frank just stood there, wincing as the pain only grew worse. "Fuck" was all Frank managed to spit out before clutching his stomach and standing up. He had almost dropped to the ground after standing up so fast. His legs suddenly felt like jelly while he was hit with a wave of nausea
Gerard stood up from his seat, his stool making a loud screeching noise while it was being pushed back. He held out his hands, ready to catch Frank if he toppled over or fainted. "Are you alright, Frank? Is this your first time drinking?" He asked. Frank shook his head, somehow managing to keep his balance. He swatted Gerard's hands away, trying to motion to him that he didn't need any help. Gerard hesitated before awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Are you sure? You don't look so good." He protested, giving Frank a very pitiful and worried look.
"Yeah, I'll be okay."
He choked the words out before turning away from Gerard so he couldn't see the pained expressions on his now sweat-covered face.
"I-I have to go" he hissed through clenched teeth before hurrying to the door, shoving past a few drunk young adults, being more concentrated on getting the fuck back home in one piece. Gerard gnawed on his bottom lip feeling very uncertain as he watched Frank stagger out of the bar. Gerard wanted to say more but he couldn't. Gerard wanted to chase after him so he could drive him to the nearest hospital. But he simply couldn't.
He continued to stand there like a fool, not taking his eyes off of the door Frank walked out of minutes ago.
Gerard had to convince himself that this has probably happened to Frank before and that he had this all under control.~
Surprisingly, Frank made it home in one piece. Actually, he couldn't remember how to fuck he got there and how he got there without getting into an accident. The whole ride was an absolute blur to him. The last thing he could remember was Drain You by Nirvana started playing on the radio and he had butchered the lyrics as he sang along to them while driving off onto the main street.
He was now sitting on his cold bathroom floor (that was really due for a cleaning), propping himself up with his elbows on the toilet seat as he held his face in his hands, looking down at the water in the toilet bowl. This is all in your head, it'll go away once you stop fucking thinking about it, Frank thought. But no matter how hard he tried to ignore the pain and forget about it, it seemed to only get worse.
Suddenly, His mouth began to fill with warm saliva as he felt the vomit coming up. He hurled into the toilet bowl, tears forming at the corner of his eyes due to the sharp pain in his stomach only getting worse and worse. He groaned and exhaled sharply, reaching over to flush away the bile and alcohol. He pulled the toilet seat cover down and changed his position, now leaning his back against the toilet. He winced in pain while doing so, clutching his stomach and squeezing his eyes shut tight until he saw blue circles.
He slid down, no longer leaning against the toilet for support but now completely lying down on the floor. It was cold and not really sterile but Frank didn't give a fuck. He kept his eyes shut but not as tight. He was hit with this incredible wave of exhaustion and sleepiness. He was also having a very hard time seeing clearly due to the amount of pain he was struggling with and perhaps the few alcohol beverages that didn't settle for too long in him. Seconds after getting comfortable (which didn't take too long) and the pain starting to dull, Frank drifted off into a deep slumber.
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A/N: This chapter is as short as Frankie ayeee but seriously, I'm sorry about that, next chapter should be longer. Sorry for the long time no update. ~carmella G xo
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Stomachaches (Frerard Fanfiction)
RomanceWhen Frank Iero was a child, he used to have these unexplainable and excruciating stomach pains that always lead him to the hospital. His stomach problems came out of the ordinary and they happened a little too frequently. Then one day, those aches...