My Way Home Is Through You (Frerard)

Chapter 32

Gerard's POV

I was still pissed off at Frank there was no denying that, but the fear inside seemed to completely diminish any anger I may had been thinking of or building up, I could be as pissed off as I wanted, I didn't want him to die. Everything from the moment that phone call came seemed to go terribly wrong, my credit card took about three hours to transfer the money, the taxi was late, the plane was delayed, I spent almost an hour trying to get through boarder control and there was a restless kid behind me on the plane. Flying was a huge fear for me, I had to take a shit ton of xanax to calm me the fuck down anyway, but ever with that, my head still seemed to process and making me worry about Frank. Puking blood was never ever a good thing and passing out because of it was even worse, me knowing that was what had happened to Frank made my head explode.

The last conversation we had had was me well...putting the relationship on a break, telling him th-that he could forget about me and the relationship and just have a hallpass, in fact the last time I spoke to him, he hated me. Excluding when he was drunk - which he undoubtedly wouldn't remember - and he told me I was pretty and that he couldn't talk to me, before puking, we hadn't spoken positively in over two weeks. I had pissed him off, I had really really upset him, ignoring him when he needed me most, when I really should have been there to support him, hell I should have come home, not ignore him. I had fucked it up, I had fucked a lot up, I had made bad decisions, but if there was one thing I refused to let happen, it was for Frank to die with that as his last memory of us.

Maybe I had told Kyle Frank wouldn't die, I wanted to believe that, I was an optimistic person, I would try to believe that, but puking blood, is not a good thing and being rushed to the emergency room isn't either. I liked to believe Frank would be perfectly fine and I was almost positive he would be, but on the off chance that maybe something did happen, he was going to die happy. As long as I could be there, I would apologize, I would keep him alive until he was happy, I would give up my life to save his and I would kiss him goodnight before he went anywhere. One thing I vowed, since I was very young was that no matter who it was, where it was, or what the situation was, I would let my love die in my arms and I would assure that, I would sing him to sleep and kiss him once he fell in my arms.

But most importantly, I wouldn't let that happen, I needed Frank, and Kyle needed Frank, he wasn't going anywhere.

The second the plane landed and we were allowed to leave, I leaped out of my chair, almost forgetting my carry on luggage and legged it out of the plane, I could accidently knock an old lady to the floor and I wouldn't give a shit, I needed to get to Frank. Much to my annoyance, even though it was one a.m., the boarder control was extremely slow again, before everyone was comepletely stopped because of a bomb scare. What drove me absolutely loopy, was that it wasn't a fucking bomb, it was a goddamned metal hairbrush, are you shitting me?!

When I eventually got out of the fucking airport, Mikey's car was waiting in the pick up area of the parking lot, he had kindly agreed to pick me up, I hadn't even told him the emergency. Throwing his trunk open, I tossed my bags carelessly into it, if I broke his car I'd pay to fix it, I didn't care, I was past caring, I was very much in a hurry. Slamming the trunk closed again, I ran around to the passengers seat, virtually throwing myself into it, seeing Mikey staring at me and laughing shocked and confused.

"Hi Mikey, thanks for coming to get me," He said, siuggesting that I should have said something like that, "No problem bro, how was Pari-"

"No time for chit-chat, hospital please." I smiled half-heartedly,I really really appreciated him coming out at one in the morning to drive me around, but honestly I needed Frank, I needed to see him, talk to him, be with him, that was my priority.