Beautiful [Alien!Gerard]

09.

Gerard stared at his reflection. He seemed like he's never expected his appearance to be like this. I was in too much pain to really read his thoughts, but I could tell he was in awe. I could see why. He was handsome. He had a proportionate and well-structured face.

He turned to me, a confused grin on his face. "You're looking at me." He stated.

I looked away, blushing. He stepped towards me. I blushed harder, my socks immediately becoming very interesting. He cupped my jaw suddenly, making me squeak. He let go immediately.

"You. . . scared me." I said.

He gently cupped my jaw again. "Why were you looking at me?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Not enough words." I said.

He huffed angrily, as frustrated as me. I giggled and cupped his chin. He had speckles of chocolate from the cupcakes I'd made earlier that day. I got a baby wipe, leaning closer to him and cleaning his face gently. He looked down at me, his hazel eyes wandering over my face.

I blushed a little, "What are you staring at?" I asked.

He chews on his lips for a bit, and I sifted through his mind for an answer. He thought I was beautiful, but didn't have the words to express it.

"Beautiful." I said.

He cocked his head a little, so I gently cupped his cheeks and rested my forehead against his. I pushed the word and the definition into his head, quickly pulling away so I didn't give myself a bad headache. He gasped a little, pointing at me.

"Beautiful!" He said.

I giggled, looking away. He gently grabbed my chin, making me look at him. I gaped a little, watching him. He wasn't a stranger to physical contact know, but I could tell from reading his mind that touching me still made his heart race. I leaned up a little, bumping my nose against his. He smiled a little, pecking my lips.

"You're beautiful." He said. I blushed deeply, not able to believe him.

I started to feel tired, so I pulled my shirt off without thinking, going to change my clothes. Gerard gasped loudly, covering his eyes and turning away. I giggled and pulled on a shirt.

"I'm done." I said.

He turned back around, eyes wandering over my face. "I'm not used to. . . this. Sorry." I added awkwardly.

I wasn't. I'd never had a boyfriend or whatever Gerard would be considered to me. On his planet, his people only ever had a thing called a 'life mate' which was basically the one person that you procreated with. I could see bits and pieces of his parents. They loved each other, anyone could see that. Though love was forbidden on his planet. Apparently it made people make illogical, unnecessary decisions. I didn't understand it, maybe it's because on Earth that was always what people considered your purpose in life. Find ultimate happiness, which sometimes meant falling in love with someone.

I flopped onto my bed, giggling a little. I caught the way Gerard looked at me. I wondered if he loved me. Did he even know what love was? Probably not. Yet, I wondered if he could still feel that emotion. I looked away from him, blushing deeply. He'd only been with me for a week, and I'd already started thinking about our future and what we were. What was I doing? He was probably going to get captured by the government and cut up into little pieces, exploited for all he was worth and then incinerated.

I sighed a little and tried to think about something else, but my mind kept wandering back to the subject. How long did he have until someone found out that his ship had crashed here? I needed to figure out a way to hide Gerard even more. I'd already dyed his hair, but what else? He still wore his blue suit pretty much all the time. Tomorrow I would get him new clothes.

I felt the bed dip on my side, and I turned to see Gerard lying next to me. His hand reached forward, gently playing with my hair. I smiled, closing my eyes and relaxing. He decided to do the same, pulling the blanket over both of us and snuggling into the pillow we were sharing. I felt him press a kiss to my cheek, and I smiled a little.

"Sleep well." I said.

"You too." He replied.

***

I watched as the officers pulled Gerard away from me. Rain pours over us, and black vans surround us. The rain makes the dye in Gerard's hair start to wash out, it drips on his clothes and face. I could vaguely hear myself screaming, reaching out for him. I was so desperate. They couldn't take him away from me.

He kept struggling, trying to get to me. Tears streamed from his hazel eyes. His hand reached for me, but he was too far away. I watched as they injected him with what I could only imagine was sedative. He went limp, those hazel eyes I'd always admired closing. That would be the last time I would see them. Then they did the same to me, and my vision faded into black.

The next moment, I watched doctors flutter around Gerard. His shirt was ripped open, his torso cut open to expose the completely normal organs any human would have. The dark red blood contrasted with his pale skin. It glistened under the florescent lights. If the situation weren't so gruesome, I would have thought it was beautiful.

They wrote down things on a chart, and took measurements. They were too stupid to realize that he had the same anatomy as any human. The sedative they gave him must have not been strong enough, because he started screaming, writhing in pain. His hazel eyes were wide, filled with pain and fear. I wish I was there to hold him, to save him. They held him down, but didn't administer another sedative.

"The freak deserves it, that'll teach him to stay on his own damn planet." A doctor said.

"Well shut him up, I'm tired of listening to him whine." A nurse complained.

The doctor took a scalpel and stabbed Gerard's beating heart with it. Gerard's screaming cut off, and his body went limp. His heart beat no more.

***

I sat up, screaming at the top of my lungs before my screaming faded into sobs. I sobbed into my hand, my breathing ragged. Gerard shot up, his eyes wide. When he realized there was no immediate danger, he turned to me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I-I-" I couldn't get a word out, I was too emotional.

He hugged me gently, pulling me into his chest. I held onto his shirt, crying into the soft fabric. He held me until I'd cried myself out. All he did was whisper reassuring things to me.

He kept whispering to me, cupping my cheeks gently, "You're safe, you're safe."

I might be, but was he? And if he was, how long would that last?