Remember Me (Frerard) (Complete)

Chapter Six

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"Frank Iero, what the f*ck did you do?!"

The manager walked quickly into the hotel room, looking the angriest Gerard had ever seen him. Ray stood behind him, staring at the ground, looking guilty.

"I-I-"

"Shut your mouth!" the manager snapped. "I told Gerard that you two couldn't talk about that sh*t and you did!"

"I'm s-sorry, I just-"

"I told you to shut up! This is NOT okay!"

"Why?! Why isn't this okay?!" Gerard stepped in. "We were telling the truth! Isn't that okay?!"

"No, it's not, Gerard! Now the whole world is gonna know, and more rumors are gonna spread and it'll turn into a disaster!"

"No, it won't!" Gerard said, standing up. "Did you hear what Frank said?! He was serious! He f*cking cried! No one can fake that good! If people still think I pushed them, well, then they're idiots!"

"I don't know what is going on between you two or why you get so emotional when talking about how much you care about each other, but it needs to stop. People are assholes! They're not going to take this thing seriously!"

"So?" Frank stood up as well. "Who cares if they don't take us seriously? It's their fault for thinking that."

"They're your fans!" the manager said, outraged.

"They're not very loyal fans if they think I would do something like that to Frank, especially after that interview." Gerard said, shoving the manager out of the way, and starting to walk out. When he saw Ray with the extra key in his hand, his eyes widened. "You... Y-You..."

Ray dropped the key. "I-I'm sorry, Gerard, I really am, but I had no choi-"

Gerard shoved Ray out of the way too, opening the door to the room and storming out, hearing Frank call his name right before he slammed the door.

Gerard ran. He ran down the hall and down the stairs and then out of the hotel. He wanted to cry but he couldn't. He felt ashamed of how much he had cried over the past week, and now he couldn't anymore. He kept running, not knowing where he was going and when he would stop. It seemed like it had been a long time when Gerard's legs started to go numb, but it could have only been five minutes for all he knew. Eventually, his legs were so tired and they hurt so badly that Gerard just fell over. He didn't know where he was but he didn't care. My Chemical Romance could be over, but Gerard didn't care about that either, at least now then. All he wanted was to be with Frank, to help him and to be with him, but it almost seemed like he could never have that. There was always a nurse telling him to leave or an interview to go to, always something one of them needed to cry about or someone yelling at them. Gerard just couldn't get what he'd wanted since the very start of this disaster.

So Gerard yelled. He screamed in frustration, cursing as loud as he could, calling for Frank. He couldn't cry, so he just screamed until his voice was too tired to keep on screaming, and it must have been a while, because Gerard knew he could scream for a long time.

"Gee..."

And then, staring down at Gerard, was Frank. His eyes looked a little wet, but he seemed to be doing better than Gerard was at this particular moment.

"I... I can't cry Frank. So I screamed. Can we please, please, just run away so I can be with you? So we won't get interrupted... So I can just love you for a few minutes longer than the world is letting me love you right now...?"

Fran sat down next to Gerard and helped him sit up. "Well... I think we've already ran far enough." Frank said, smiling a little.

"How did you find me?" Gerard asked after a few seconds.