The World Never Wanted Me •Frerard•

Twelve: Take My Fucking Hand

I'm in a write-y mood.

Aren't you little almonds lucky.

This chapters gonna be emotional 'n shit so yeah.

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Chapter Twelve

*Smut warning*

I woke up in the stiff guest room bed to find a note on the bedside table.

"Gerard," it read, "I had to leave due to some issues with Ryan, so you're going to have to watch Frank for a while. Don't think this will get you out of having a conversation with me, because it won't. I'll be back around five and we'll talk then.

Your friend,

Brendon."

I sighed and placed the small sheet back on the table. The digital clock on the bedside table read 11:04. My stomach twisted into a knot as I realized that I would have to be alone with Frank for six hours. I groaned and arose from the bed, hearing the bed springs creak under me.

I heard the sound of music and followed it out into the hall. The sound was emanating from Frank's room, where I assumed he was listening to music. I didn't recognize the song, but it sounded cool.

I debated wether or not I should knock, as I didn't want to interrupt his jams. With a nervous stomach, I twisted the knob and slowly opened the door.

My jaw dropped as I saw that it was not the stereo from where the music was playing, but from an amplifier which was plugged into a white guitar, which was slung over the broad shoulders of Frank Iero. I recognized it as the guitar he had been playing at the club.

He paused, his back to me, then broke out into a new tune. This time, however, he sang.

"Stay," he began in a voice that reverberated in my brain with its passionate sound, "the lights are really low enough to play.

"Would you cast yourself so solitary?"

He continued with this song, the lyrics sticking in my mind, each line creating a feeling of comfort. Even more so as he got to the chorus.

"And would you stay right here? When I tell you, that someone out there loves you," he sang, my stomach fluttering at the words. I was thankful that he hadn't noticed me, and I continued to watch until the end.

He turned off the amp and set his guitar on the stand. Before I knew what was happening, he turned around.

He jumped about five feet in the air, his face shocked and embarrassed.

"Gerard, when did you-"

"I uh-"

We began at the same time, both of us stopping mid-sentence. He rubbed his arm nervously and gestured for me to go.

"Oh, uh. I slept over because, um, I thought Brendon might want help..."

I decided against telling him the real reason for me staying overnight. I didn't want him to know about my emotions from the previous night.

"Oh. Yeah, last night was all pretty much a blur."

He chuckled, and I frowned.

"We were really scared for you, Frank."

His smile faded. "I'm sorry, you weren't supposed to have to see that. I'm gonna fucking kill Brendon." He chuckled and I retained my displeased expression. This wasn't a joke.

"Do you still have it?" I asked quietly.

His face paled.

I sighed. "I'm not going to take it away from you, but please, don't do it again. I was really worried."