Soulmates [Ferard]

Coffee? Coffee.

Frank's POV
"Frank? Frankie?! Wake up! Wake up! Frank?!" I open my eyes to the sound of Gerard yelling my name. My cheeks were wet with tears. "Frankie! Oh god, are you- are you okay?"
I yawn and wipe sleep out my eyes.

"Wh-what's happened?" I mange before I'm fully awake.

"Frankie, you were- you were
screaming my name in your sleep sweetheart. We're you having a- a nightmare?" He looks really, really concerned. Slowly, I look down in shame.

"No..."I blink and suddenly he's sat with his arm around me.

"You can tell me anything Frankie,"

"Okay... Yeah I- I was having a n- nightmare." Oh fuck I was shaking now.

"What was it about Frankie? Come on, you can tell me." I really didn't want to tell him but I guess I'd have to.

"W- well, umm, you were there and- and we were out on a d- date and you managed to c- convince me to take you b- back to mine and- and," I take a deep breath in and glance up to give Gee a melancholy look.

"Carry on Frankie, its okay, trust me." He gives me a reassuring smile that lights his angelic eyes. Oh god he was pretty.

"And w- when we g- got there and w- well my- my mum was w- waiting for us. She started b- beating you again and- and again and again until you w- were d- dizzy and b- bleeding everywhere! Oh- oh god, she n- nearly ki- you were almost dead for b- being m- my boyf-friend and I- I couldn't help y- you. It was all my fault that you w- were on the f- floor bleeding out. I- I couldn't stop h-her... oh g- god Gee I'm so s- s- sorry!" I'm shaking properly now, my face buried deep into his shoulder. Gradually, he lifts my chin so I'm staring into his eyes.

"Hey, it's okay! Don't be sorry baby, it wasn't real. None of it was real!" His thumb is playing with my lip ring, trying to toy it into a smile.

"Not one piece of it was real Frankie, just a figment of your imagination. Everything a going to be okay baby,"
He's playing with the corner of my mouth now. Shit he's adorable with a bed head. Stroking the back of my neck and trying to untangle the rats nests with one hand, the other he places on my cheek and tries not to touch my wounds. He smiles and I smile back whilst saying.

"Y- you're so pretty when your worried,"

"Stop it!" He says playfully. "I'm worried about you Frankie. What's going to happen between you and your... y'know," The smile has dropped from his face

"I don't know Gee. thanks for letting me stay until w- we get a place t- together though. Y- you didn't have to" Upon hearing this he gently places his hands on either sides of my face.

"But I did," He replies. "I couldn't let you stay there with her Frankie, I wouldn't be able to live myself knowing my apathy damned you to misery."

"You're such a d- drama queen Gee," I let out with a small huff of air. Forlornly he replies

"But seriously Frank, I wouldn't have. I would have blamed myself and that would've made things worse. I cannot let you stay with her but we can't stay here forever baby. I'm so fucking worried about you!" The concern in his eyes is shining bright. I don't want to answer but my mouth opens anyway.

"I don't know w- what we can d- do, but there's no p- point to worrying about m- me. I d- don't deserve it." He's looking at me, mouth slightly parted. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I look away.

"But-" I cut him off voice hoarse.

"D- don't. Just d- don't." He starts to speak again, but I shoot him a look of despair. He carries on.

"Frankie talk about it. What's happened with you and your mum? What's going to happen? Frankie she won't hurt you! We have to talk about it. You can tell me anything." He really wants me to give a straight answer. That's difficult when your gay.

"Not now. Soon, b- but not now. I d- don't want t- to talk now,"

"Okay. We will soon but now let's go somewhere to cheer you up. Is that okay Frankie?" I continue to stare into the distance and continue to ignore him.

"Fraaaank, come on! Why don't don't you put a big smile on that sad little face of yours? Turn that frown upside down!" He's got that Cheshire Cat grin of his plastered on his face. Why does he have to be so cute all the time? Why can't I resist him? I'm smiling with him now, only a smirk, but still smiling. A smile nevertheless.

"There we go. There's the pretty little Frankie I know!" The smirk grows into a smile

"Don't worry, be happy! Don't worry, be happy!" He sings gleefully. I feel the smile slowly spread into a grin.

"Oh god you're so cheesy! So cheesy and I love you for it!" I giggle out with a small breath in between to wipe away my shining eyes. Gradually I start to join in singing.

"Don't worry,"

"Be happy!"

"Don't worry, be happy!"

"Don't worry, be happy!"

"Don't, worry, be happy!!!"

We're singing in sync by the end, and grinning like maniacs. My troubles are almost forgotten. Almost. I would never leave. Through his laughter induced haze, Gerard asks,

"So where're we gonna go Frankie? Coffee?"

"Coffee." I reply with a smile.

"Maybe coffee can be our always?" He earns a light punch to the arm for that.

"Oh Gee, sure."

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A/N

This is probably the saddest/weirdest thing we've ever wrote!!
Sorry for not uploading in a while I might double post tonight to catch up 😬
Have a great day!
~ Oceanlover & Captain-stucky
P.s not proofread sorry 😂🙃