𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐥𝐥 (g.w. x reader)

Quick Fix

Nothing I can do. There is nothing I can do. Gerard's been acting different; he's not normal. I think he's been stressed. For the past 5 days I've passed his room and he's been punching holes in things. Is he getting worse?

I've tried to get close with him again plenty of times but it's so hard to. Especially when I can't fully forget what he's done. My bruises have been gone for days. But now I just miss the real him. I'm afraid that he'll snap at this moment. Or maybe he's just thinking too much. He could've gave up on me too.

"Gee?" I ask as he almost falls asleep on the couch.

"Yes?"

"Can I admit something to you?"

"Why not?" He states and I sit up and so does he. He sits next to me on the couch and places his hand on my thigh. That's new.

"I think I love you." I say and he smiles shaking his head.

"I'm confused." He laughs.

"Why would someone as bad as you love me, a person that almost killed you? Stockholm Syndrome? Sugar you really have some problems." He pats my leg, but I grab his face before he gets up.

"Kiss me like you mean it," he says. He switched what he said in the span of not even a second. Did he mean what he said before? I look into his eyes, I'll do as I'm told.

I kiss him lightly at first, but it gets heated quickly. He doesn't mind, he brings the same passion. I end up straddling his hips and I'm still holding onto him lightly. My hand strays to his hair playing with it like our first kiss.

When we finally break apart he doesn't stop. He kisses me again and I groan. His hands are wrapped around my waist and he does what he did the other night. Lightly tapping my bare skin with his cold fingers. I make a shocked sound during the kiss which makes him smile.

We pull away officially he lays me on the couch and goes outside to the back.

I did something I shouldn't have didn't I? I trail behind him but stay inside. I watch him break down into a fit of tears. What did I do? He cradles himself and I can't take it anymore. I got outside and hold him in my arms.

"Why.. Why do you love me? I shouldn't have said that. You don't have problems. You're just like me.. but worse. I'm such a hypocrite."

"You're forgiven." I say bluntly. He's obviously very regretful about hurting me and he stops sobbing. "I'm sorry for being such a wimp," he laughs, still crying. When he's calm I gently pick up his hand. I put it against my forehead.

"You've been forgiven and I still love you." I tell him again.

"I think I can love you too y/n. Ray gave me medications. I should be okay for a while if I start to take them. I was afraid to at first. I will now 'cause I cant seem to keep my mouth shut."

I nod and we take a walk around the backyard.