Lies//Frerard

2.

Gerard's POV

He was here.

He was hugging me. So tight. I wasn't complaining of course. I missed him. I missed him so much. I hugged him back. I hugged him so tight because I didn't want him to go again. I wanted to crawl next to him and cuddle with him all day. I wanted to play with his hair while he played with mine. I wanted to look at him, forever. He was the one.

I tried to understand what was going on because I was hugging Frank Iero and he was hugging me back. It felt weird but good.

I pressed my face into his chest. I was still sobbing and my lungs couldn't get much air. But still I was hugging Frank so tight. Then he broke the hug. I was disappointed but happy at the same time. Because he was back.

"Why were you crying? Did something happened or did someone hurt you? Talk to me." I stared at his eyes. He can't be serious right? After all he done to me. He left me that night. I was alone and scared. I had no one. Now he came back and asking me these things?

"Hey Gerard, talk to me please I'm worried." Oh now he was worried. Fuck off Frank. You made me like this. You made me worse after you left. And now you are worried.

He grabbed my hand. It was nice. He was so gentle.

"Gee, please?" Gee.. I haven't heard that for a long time.

I looked up at him. His eyes were the same. The same hazel tone that I fell in love with.

"Jesus Gerard, are you going to ignore me forever?" I stopped sobbing. But I was still crying. Silently but painfully.

"Hey, hey don't cry okay? It makes me sad." Oh it makes you sad. Then I'll probably cry more and harder. So you can understand how much I suffered.

"I don't think you need me anymore I'm going to leave. Stay safe, Gerard."

He left me. Again.

I couldn't talk because I was a coward. I was an idiot. I lost him again. Now he wasn't going to come back. Ever again.

I started crying harder. It was so hard to handle this. I wanted him back. I wanted to be happy again. It sounds so selfish but I wanted to. I didn't want to be alone.

I stared at my hands. They were shaking. I remembered that I was lying next to a road. I didn't even care. I thought sleeping is the best option. Then I closed my eyes and drifted away.

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When I woke up I wasn't next to a road anymore. I was in a house, lying on a couch. It wasn't my house for sure.

The yellow walls, the blue chairs, the white guitar..

It was Frank's house.

Why the hell am I here? Who brought me here? What is going on? I needed to calm down. I started to breathe in and out. In. Out. In. Out.

I was much better. Then I saw Frank entering the room. He was carrying a bag full of random stuff.

"Um, hi I thought it would be bad to leave you there so I brought you here I hope it won't be a problem." He was blushing. It was cute.

I tried to understand what just happened. I couldn't answer him. I don't know why. But I smiled a little. Maybe he understood.

He obviously did because he sat next to me. I was shocked to hear what he said.

"Are you mad at me?"

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hii sorry its so short bc i need to sleep now so thats why idk what i just wrote but i cant open my eyes so yes