What Are Roommates For?

9. Hangover and Coffee

Frank's POV

I sighed, watching TV as Gerard slept. I had it on a very low volume for two reasons; I didn't want to wake him up and he could have a headache even if he took a Tylenol last night. I looked over, checking to see if he was okay, making sure he was on his side. I didn't get much sleep, maybe about 3 hours, but it was worth it as long as Gerard was alive and not dead by choking on stomach acid.

I heard him move a bit, emitting a groan as he tried to get the blanket over his shoulder. I knew it was going to be sunny, around six in the morning is when I noticed, so I kind of made a makeshift blackout curtain for the living room window so he could sleep. Although it was a little later than usual, I wanted to make sure he got some rest so he could recover from the hangover quicker.

"Are you awake, Frank?"

"Yeah, do ya need something?"

"A Tylenol and hangover food."

I looked and saw Gerard's arm over his face, his mouth barely parted as he slowly breathed in and out. I'm sure it was safe for him to lie down on his back, but I still had the urge to move him like I had all night. I got up, grabbed the Tylenol from the counter, and handed it to Gerard along with his water from last night. I helped him sit up, getting him to take the pill and propping him up so he wasn't laying down.

"Thanks, Frank, sorry for last night. Like- I think I touched your face multiple times?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it, you just kept poking me when you greeted me."

Not to mention you called me pretty before blacking out, but I'll let you suppress that memory no matter how much it made me smile. Guys don't get called pretty very often, it was kind of different and nice being called pretty instead of handsome. I put the glass on the table, thinking of refilling it in a minute so he could flush out some of the alcohol.

"Feel any better?"

"Not yet, just kind of sitting in regret and trying to remember if I did anything stupid."

"I'm sure there isn't much to account for, hopefully."

"Mhm, that's what I'm going for."

I kind of laughed a little, getting up to refill the glass of water. I used the filtered water he bought, knowing it was better than tap water. I looked at the cabinet, putting the glass down and climbing up to grab a couple of ramen cups, pouring the water in one of the cups, and putting it in the microwave.

"What are you doing?"

"Ramen cup; the one thing I can't burn."

"Ha, let's hope so."

I heard him laugh a little, moving around and hearing a few bones popping. I sat on the counter, waiting for the microwave to beep at me so I could put my cup in. I made my way over to the sink to fill up the other one, hearing the microwave and switching them out. I grabbed a fork out of our silverware drawer, which we were happy to share since about a month ago we had a feud about plastic silverware. I walked slowly to the living room and carefully handed the cup to Gerard, letting go when I was sure he had a hold on it.

"Thanks, Frank."

"Of course, how's the headache?"

"A bit better, now I just need the joint pain to subside."

I smiled and brought the blanket around Gerard to keep him warm, going to the microwave and taking out my cup of Ramen. After grabbing a fork, I turned off the light and went back to the living room, sitting down on my couch and looking at the TV.