No room in this hell | Frerard |

Headfirst for halos

Gerard's POV

There's a sudden sense of my own volatility, a sharp pain burns my temples and the screeching of breaks stirs up the slurry of substances swimming in me; an unrefined consciousness of my surroundings sets in. I squint, looking out the window at the yellow hues littering the ground from the streetlights.

I grasp at my shirt and my scratch at my chest to find a seatbelt holding me back and begin to panic.
My mind races like a horse with heatstroke. Did I blackout? I glanced to my left, finding a familiar face smiling comfortingly back at me, a pang of concern furrowing his brow he parts his lips and then stops, as if his words sank in his throat. "Are...are you alright?" He asks, shakily. Before I got a chance to muster a response a cold breeze behind me made me audibly shiver.

"We're back Gee" Mikey called, opening the trunk and sliding out the guitar cases. I remember, we left the bar with Frank. I quickly glance at him before muttering profanities under my breath as I try to unbuckle my seatbelt. I push the door and slide out of the car and holding on tight to the handle for a second to try and regain my balance. "You good man?" I hear Ray ask, sticking his head out of the drivers window. I turn and stumble back into the street, swatting the car door closed. "I'm fuckin fine" I hiss. My vision begins to blur as I gaze up at the vivid hues, I squint at the yellowed glare of the lights overhead. I stumble slightly, my thoughts tangling with the sound of traffic in the distance.

"GERARD WATCH OUT!" Mikey screams.

I feel a gush of wind as I'm dragged forward. A car screeches past, yelling as they go. My eyes flew open to find Frank, his arms squeezing my torso tight. "HOLY FUCK DUDE! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?" He exhorted, his breath shaky. he cupped my cheek and blinked at me, unsure what to do next. I keep my weight rested against his chest, his fingers spread through the hair on the back of my neck. I lean down and rest my forehead on his shoulder for a second as he grappled with his other arm to keep me upright. "You should have let me go" I gulp, my grip on his body loosening. I hang my head back with a gulp to see the direction the car went. He snaps me back and I squeak, his grip tightening around my hip "Not a chance" he grunted pulling my arm around his neck to walk me to the sidewalk. I felt my cheeks begin to burn a hot Scarlett. I found myself doing practically anything to avoid his gaze.

I stood swaying on the sidewalk with Frank and Mikey holiday me upright. Ray finally drove off,  once Mikey assured him I was good and that we'd see him tomorrow. Frank guided me to the porch, I leaned into his  jacket and inhaled hard, trying to suck in enough air to shake the dizziness but found myself yearning for his scent. Mikey went ahead and unlocked the front door, picking up both his and Frank's guitar case and made his way inside, hitting the light switch with his elbow on the way through. He placed the cases down and held the door with his free forearm as Frank pulled away and shifted my weight over the threshold. "Our parents work late so we have the place to ourselves for awhile but I think we better get this guy to bed" Mikey said, Turing to face me and pulling the hoodie from my shoulders. My neck irritated from the unexpected contact that wasn't Frank.

He threw the hoodie on the couch and let go of me, making his way to the kitchen. "Could you help him downstairs?" Mikey called to Frank from behind him.

"Come on dude" Frank muttered as he began guiding me to the stairs "down we go" he huffed, almost lifting me down the steps. Although I'm a bigger guy than he is, Frank is strong. Strong enough to lift my dead weight. Once we're at the bottom I pull away from the kind, inviting stranger helping me to my bed. I feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me, "I'm s-sorry" I hiccup.

I lean my weight against the door and we tumble inside, Frank still trying to keep me steady. "sorry" I mumble, tripping over a pile of canvases in front of the door. Franks hands tighten once more around my waist as he pulls me back. "I got you" he whispers, placing his free hand on my chest, my lungs deflate forcing me to breathe deep as my body begins to tingle and turn cold.