Gerard turns around, shouting, "Smile!" And taking a picture of Frank and I. I knew it was a bad idea to let him sit in the front seat. He winks before turning back around. "I'm posting that on twitter."
I feel my cheeks grow warm, and I bite my lip. Frank and I were sitting very close. Our intertwined hands were resting in my lap, and my head was resting on his shoulder. Now Franks entire fan base would freak out and hate me.
Frank softly kisses the top of my head. "It'll be fine, don't worry."
As the car slowed to a stop, I wondered if he was right. I shook my head, following Frank out of the backseat of the ubers car and onto the crowded street.
Gerard looped his arm through mine, pulling me along. "So, we're going to go shopping before we eat." He lowered his voice, leaning closer, "We have this fancy awards ceremony thing to go to and I'm pretty sure Frank is gonna ask you to be his date. Let's get you a dress now. On me."
My jaw dropped. "Hell no, I'm not letting you buy me a dress."
He frowns. "Well then I guess I'll have to buy one for you without you trying it on. Then it might not fit and I might have wasted my money-"
"Oh fine." I scowled at his triumphant expression. "You are infuriating."
He grins, unhooking my arm. "I know."
A hand touches my elbow, and I hiss, jerking it back. That bruise hasn't quite stopped hurting. Franks face is apologetic. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you oh my god-"
I touch his arm. "You're fine, Frank." I watch him exhale in relief. He grabs my hand, lacing his fingers with mine.
We ended up at a nice store that had a bunch of formal clothing. Frank raises an eyebrow. "Why is Gerard bringing us here?"
I shrug. "Maybe he wants a new tie?"
We follow Gerard to the dresses, and then turns to me. "Pick one. I'm going to look at ties." I share a sideways glance with Frank at the mention of ties.
As franks hand slips from mine, I frown. Though, a smile still adorns his face. "Frank, what are you doing?"
He grins, searching through the rack of dresses. "It's better not to question him." He holds up the ugliest, flower covered dress I've ever seen and wiggles his eyebrows. "What about this one??"
I scoff. "Oh yeah, maybe when I'm 80."
He grins, picking out a gorgeous, silk red dress. It was long, but still form fitting. There was a slit going up the leg and black lace from the bottom up, forming an ombré. I smiled, running a hand down the dress. He learned my taste from the last dress I wore. "You should try it on."
I bit my lip, unable to resist this dress. "Yeah, okay."
We walk to the dressing room, and I grinned at Frank, pulling the curtain shut. I undressed, leaving me in black, lace underwear and a matching push up bra. My lips curved into a smirk. I quickly reached out, grabbing franks arm and pulling him in.
His looked surprised until his eyes travelled down my body, then lust filled his eyes. He grabbed my waist, pulling me close. His lips crashed into mine, quickly parting and slipping his tongue into my mouth. His warm hands brushed down my sides, resting on my ass. One of his hand dipped lower, pulling my leg up to curl around him. My hands were tangled in his hair.
Frank softly dropped my leg, pulling away and leaning against the opposite wall. His mouth was parted, and, like me, he was breathing heavy. He sighed, pointing at me and whispering, "That was mean."
