falling in love will kill you ♤ frerard

chapter//twenty

// Frank's POV

being as in love with you as i am. . . -? //

The night after all of this happened, Gerard and I watched movies all day and ordered a pizza, we just joked around and we were just really calm and cool with each other. But after Gerard got a text and took off, just left, my mood spiraled downward. Especially due to the fact he didn't tell me why he had to leave in such a rush.

I ended up watching the ending of The Corpse Bride alone, wondering why the hell he had to leave. Maybe- no, no he wouldn't cheat on me. . . Would he? No, he wouldn't. He pushed me away for the longest time and he knows Bert is living shit, so he wouldn't.

Ding!

M: Frank? It's Mikey, tell Gerard our parents are coming tomorrow, they wouldn't tell him, they told me to. Thanks.

I groaned and added Mikey's number to my contacts, before calling Gerard to tell him his parents are coming. He didn't answer, so I decided to call him one more time. And once again, he didn't answer. So I just decided to tell him through a text.

F: Gee, Mikey told me to tell you that your parents are coming to see you guys tomorrow, I love you. xx

I had to add the, 'I love you' at the end, I just felt the need to tell him that again.

//

I didn't hear from Gerard for two days, so I was stuck visiting with Gerard's parents alone, without Mikey or Gerard to introduce me to them or anything of the sort. Mikey was at Pete's, so they went there when they visited him. They seemed like nice enough people, when I introduced myself as Gerard's boyfriend I was scared of what they're think. They just instantly warmed up to me after I told them that, they told me to tell Gerard that they're sorry because he hadn't answered their calls in months. I told them I would.

They said they'd stay until Gerard got back if they could, since I told them he was visiting an old friend and I didn't know when he'd be back. Gerard's mother, Donna, ended up giving me her number in case I needed anything, just as most mothers of that kind would. I thanked them both before they left, and then waited through another night, hoping that Gerard would come home. He didn't come home that night, but he came home two days later, around nine at night.

I gasped when he came home. I was relived to see him, but definitely not the shape he was in. His clothes were dirty and looked as if they had blood stains on them. He had a busted lip, and bruising around his jaw. He also had bruising on his wrists, and my initial instinct was to help him and get him cleaned up, but I didn't. I waited for him to say something before I made a move to do anything.

"Frankie!" He slurred. Oh wonderful, he was drunk, and judging by his pupils, probably high on something too. He was clean from drugs for nearly a year!

"Come upstairs, let's get you cleaned up," I murmured to him. I wrapped an arm around his waist to help him stand as I led him up the stairs. He tripped over his feet a few times, but I kept him standing, for the most part. I led him to the bathroom and made him sit on the closed toilet lid. I rummaged through the cupboard underneath the sink until I came across some cotton balls and a couple other things I needed.

I cleaned his lip, and wiped away any other dried blood on his face. Then I turned on the water for the bath and grabbed a towel for Gerard. "I'm going to undress you now, Gerard," I informed him. He nodded and lifted his arms so I could take off his shirt. When I did I bit my lip to keep from gasping in shock. He had bruising all around his ribcage, and some across his torso. I sighed and began unbuttoning his jeans, then slid then off his legs, so he was just in his boxers. I took them off of him as well before I helped him into the now full bathtub.

I grabbed a washcloth from the counter next to the sink and began cleaning the blood and dirt from his skin. He just sat there with his head resting against my chest, since I was sitting next to the tub. I cleaned his entire body before I decided I might as well wash his hair, too. I grabbed a cup that was on the side of the tub and got his hair wet, before I grabbed the shampoo and squeezed some into my hand, then began massaging it into his hair. After I fished I rinsed his hair and helped him out, then gave him the towel. The water was a murky reddish brown color when I was finished. I drained the water and thought I should let Gerard dry off on his own, which didn't turn out so well and I ended up helping him.

"Frankie?" He whispered. His words were still slurred, but not like they were before. I hummed in response and led him into the bedroom where I proceeded to get clothes for him. "Thank you." I handed him a clean pair of boxers and a shirt for him to get changed into, which he did. Then he climbed in bed and curled into the covers.

"You're welcome, Gerard." I kissed his forehead. "I love you, goodnight." I began walking away but I heard a small noise of protest come from Gerard. So I turned around to look to him.

"Please stay, Frankie," he whispered, his words barely loud enough for me to hear. I sighed then took off my jeans and half-dirty shirt before climbing into bed with him. I was too tired to charge into anything else, and I didn't exactly want to sleep in jeans and a dirty shirt. He pulled me into his chest, and a few minutes later he was snoring softly, and I soon after fell asleep.

//

When I woke up, Gerard was perched on the edge of the bed holding his head in his hands. "Gee?" I croaked. He turned to look at me, and a smile, well somewhat of a smile, since his lip was swollen, made its way onto his lips.

"Good morning, sugar," he said. "What exactly happened last night?"

"You came home drunk, and very obviously high on something, and beat up. So I decided to clean you up. Oh, and all that was after not hearing from you for two days. By the way, your parents told me to tell you that they're sorry and they'd like to talk to you," I rushed, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Oh. . ." he got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the cupboard door open, the rattle of pills, then I heard it shut. He walked back into the bedroom and showed me the pill. "It's just singing for my headache, alright?" I nodded then sat up, watching Gerard as he took the pill with a glass of water. "Sorry."

"For?" I pushed. I knew what he was sorry for, but I just wanted to get him say it.

"Leaving, coming home completely shitfaced and leaving it to you to clean up my mess, I'm sorry." I shrugged in response. He should be sorry, and it wasn't alright, so I wasn't going to say anything of that sort.

"Why did you leave?" I asked him.

"An old friend needed my help with something, her friend got hurt and she needed comfort." I could see straight through him. He was lying, but I didn't call him on it. It pissed me off, but I didn't say anything. "When I was coming back I got caught up at a bar, had some drinks and I'm not sure, I think someone may have put something in one. Then I got into a fight." All I heard were lies.

"Oh, okay," I sighed. I acted relieved, but I was only more upset than I was before.

"I love you," he blurt out. I felt my heart leap into my throat, and a small smile appear on my face.

"I love you too, Gee." He smiled and lightly kissed me.

"Should we go downstairs and get some food?"

"Sounds good!" He and I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I pulled out a cold piece of pizza and began munching on that. He laughed and stuck a piece of bread in the toaster.

- short. ahaha sorry. i wrote this in like thirty minutes, but oooh welll. i got it done and POINT OUT ERRORS. GRAMMAR OR SPELLING ERRORS. PLEASE.

Drowning - The Eden Project.

-kota //