Band Oneshots!

Frank Iero: What About The Little Guy

Frank's POV:

"Come on, Y/N..." Gerard tried. Nothing was getting through to her. I just stood in the corner, too awkward to try and cheer her up.
She'd just been cheated on by her idiot of an ex boyfriend. If I had someone like that, I'd never let her go.
"You know what Gee?!" She yelled.
We all jumped. Since she'd come home, she hadn't said a word to any of us. Anything she had told us had been typed out in her notes. "I'm done with guys! All you do is cheat, and lie, and play! You fuck around with my emotions and I'm not doing it anymore!" She sobbed.
I cringed inwardly, feeling Mikey smile sadly at me. He knew.
I'd never hurt her.
Ray made his efforts to convince her that 'someone like' me would never hurt her but she rejected every word any of us had to say. And that's why I thought it best to stay out of it.
That is, until Gerard lost his cool.
"You know something? I'm tired of all this self pity! It's all about YOU! Not every guy is going to hurt you! There are good people out there, but you always block out your chances with them! You never even notice-"
"Gee! Stop it..." I cried desperately from my corner.
All eyes were on me. Rays, full of knowing apology, Mikey's consumed by fear for me, Gerard's of apology and possibly anger. But Y/Ns seemed hopeful. Maybe I was confused...
"I'm going for a walk... don't follow me..." she barely whispered, turning towards the door and walking out without even a glance back to us.
"You are going, right?" Ray pressed.
"She said-"
"We all know what she said!" Gerard interjected. "That doesn't matter! She wants you to follow her. That's how girls work. So give her what she wants," he explained. I looked to Mikey for approval and he gave me a quick nod.
I smiled briefly at them all before barging out of the front door.
I didn't have to walk far before I heard her scream. Then a crack that sounded like someone hitting concrete.
I ran as fast as I could to see if she was being attacked, but it turned out that I should've been more worried about the wall.
"Stop punching that. You could break your wrist," I chuckled. She shook her head and let out a brittle cackle.
"Rather get hurt by something that I'd been hurting as well," she smiled back at me, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
I walked over to her slowly, watching her let all her emotions out on the wall, and grabbed her by the waist.
"I said stop."
"I don't care," she said, mimicking my blunt tone. S
"Well you should!" I sighed, looking at her knuckled, seeing the blood drip from them slowly and splash out on the hard floor beneath us both. "See? Look what you've done now!" I whispered as she buried her face in the crook of my neck, sobbing gently. We slowly sank to the slightly damp ground, her arms still wrapped around be. All I could do was rub her back while she cried.
"You're one of the only men who hasn't hurt me at some point, Frank," she told me. "All of my ex's, my dad, heck! Even Gerard!"
I listened to her ramble, only picking up select sentences. Suddenly, I heard her say something shocking.
"Maybe I've been falling in love with the wrong guys," she mused as she looked up at me. This was one of those rare times that I could actually look down at someone, as she was still curled up on my lap as we sat on the wet cobbles.
"I've always been here," I heard myself say before I could even think about saying it. My first feeling was regret.
Then joy.
I felt a pair of warm, soft lips connect with mine.
Y/N kissed me. For once in my life, I didn't have to make the first move. She wanted this, and she wanted me.
"Frank, I think I love you," she muttered, breathless after pulling away from the kiss.
"I know I love you," I promised.
"You have done for a while haven't you...?" She asked, sounding guilty.
"Yeah... but it's fine... you know now!" I smiled.
"No, it's not! It was so obvious, but I ignored it... I basically ignored you... I just went off with other guys when you were hurting all along!" She wailed.
I had to kiss her to shut her up.
"It's not all about me, babe," I explained.
"It's not all about me, either!"
She was obviously still hurting over what Gerard had said to her.
"You're more important than me..."
"No way, Frank! I still think this is going to end up hurting me," she admitted. "Even if you don't mean to, you'll hurt me. Every guy hurts me!" She whimpered.
"What about the little guy?" I chuckled.
"The little guys allowed to hurt me," she said.
"Why?"
"Because it would be a pleasure to have my heart broken by you."