Frerard One-Shots

Missing You

|A/N: this is based off of Betty Who's song Missing You. It's like a great song and I love it. I thought it would be a good idea for a one-shot. Gerard's POV for most of the story.|

Can you hear my voice break
Can you hear my heart ache
Let you know my hands shake
Love
I can hear you whisper
I can hear that it burns
And I know that this hurts
Love

I'm staring at the window watching the rain fall down from the sky, I couldn't help but feel gloomy today. Frank was away on tour and he hadn't even been gone for half the time. I had just gotten off mine the day before Frank had to leave. I was thinking about him that very moment, I was tempted to call him, I just might actually. I can just hear his voice and it was making me hurt for my husband not having seen him for 8 months at the least, and then I barely got to see him for 24 hours.

Picture you kissing me as were falling asleep
Oh this feeling is marrow deep

I miss the feeling of his arms wrapped around me as we're laying down in our bed, my head lying on his chest, or his chest against my back as he buries his face in my shoulder, kissing my cheek or my neck softly. God, this was making me feel a lot worse than I thought. I thought maybe thinking about him would make me feel better to know that he'll be home soon, but I guess not.

You call and all I wanna do now
Is be there with you
You say that I'm your beautiful
I'm your beautiful love
Oh I'm missing you
I'm missing you

I hear my cell phone ringing, and I see that it's Frank, I answer it immediately with gathered tears in my eyes. "Hello?" I ask with a shaky voice and he notices immediately. "Baby, Gee, what's wrong? Please don't cry, I know you're about too." Frank tried to keep me from crying and talking with a soothing voice, but nothing was working. Just hearing his voice made me cry. I was sobbing immensely now, trying to form words to talk to him, but I just couldn't. "F-frank, I mi-miss you. S-so muc-h." "Oh baby, I miss you too beautiful. You gotta calm down, Gee. Please calm down, I'll be home before you know it. Just calm down, sweetheart." I cried harder, if that was humanly possible. I was sinking down to the floor and I leaned back against the wall.

My red hair was sticking to the sides of my face, my sweater was making me sweat, and it felt as if I couldn't breathe. "Gerard, please. Honey, you have to calm down. I don't want you to get sick. I hate hearing you like this, babe. It kills me to know I'm making you feel like this." Frank begged me, literally begged me, to stop crying. I could tell he was crying too, his voice was thick and heavy with sadness. "Frank-ie, I ne-need yo-u to com-come home. I c-can't d-do this any-anymore. I bar-ely go-got to s-ee you wh-when I came ho-me. I ca-n't go ano-nother 6 months. Frankie, ple-lease." My breathing got the best of me and I either had a panic attack or I was hyperventilating. I needed to be either with Frank or he needed to be with me.

I don't wanna wait for
Us to be together
Everyday is torture
Love
You know that the one place
I can really feel safe
Is thinking of your face
Love

"I know sugar, I know. But just think of how I felt when I was waiting for you." My face dropped just as fast as you could say 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious', if you could even say it that fast. I was sure I was having a mental breakdown now. How could I have forgotten about how Frank felt? I could possibly feel a lot worse right now. "Oh well, th-anks Fr-frank. Make me fe-eel m-more wor-orse."

Picture you on the floor
Your watching the door
I know who you're waiting for

I could see it now, Frank sitting on the couch or in the kitchen, just staring at the door, hoping I'd walk in that exact minute. A smile perched on his face until he realized it wasn't me, and it was only Lynz, or Mikey.