The only hope for me is you (Frank X Gerard/ Frerard)

Im scared

Readers p/v:

Frank sat in the corner of a hallway in the French department, shaking and crying. He chewed on his nails nervously, making them bleed. He was basically alone, and that's how he wanted it. The only thing disturbing him was all the horrible thoughts crossing through his head, giving him a migraine. He cringed at the pain, hitting his head backwards into the wall multiple times. He tried quieting his crying so the people in the classes wouldn't hear him. Every time he tried to hold back his tears he would just cough, the occasional bits of blood coming from his mouth, probably from biting his tongue too hard. This resulted in more crying. He soon realised he could hear footsteps coming in his direction, by the time he looked up and wiped the tears from his eyes so he could see, it was too late.
"Hey, sorry, but are you okay?" The person responsible for the footsteps asked.
He looked up, about to say some sort of rude answer. But then he saw who it was.

Franks p/v

"Hey, are you okay?" Someone asks me.
Just as I'm about the answer, not very politely, my eyes clear more and I see who it is.
Oh
My
God.
Gerard?
What's he doing here.
"I-I" god. Why can't I speak?
I attempt to talk to him but choke out random letters instead, and then I start sobbing again. I need to stop fucking crying.
He kneels down against the wall, sliding down and sitting next to me. What the fuck. I look and he's moving his hand towards me as if to tap me, before flinching and pulling his hand away.
"Oh, sorry." He says, giving me an awkward smile.
I look at him, trying to return a smile, but more tears come out.
I can do this.
Okay.
"Sorr-sorry.."
He gives me a confused look, and I see the dark bruises and cuts on him. From me. Some look self inflicted, but I'm not going to jump to conclusions.
Before I can say anything he just simply replies with "for?".
"I-I hurt you" I say quietly.
His smile widens.
"It's fine I guess. I deserved it. I understand, but what's wrong?"
What the hell. What's he saying? What does he mean he deserves it??!
I move closer to him and just stare at him. He looks panicky now, so I put my hand against his arm. "Don't freak out, you're fine" I try giving a reassuring smile, but probably look like an idiot. "You didn't answer my question, what's wrong? If you don't mind. I know you hate me and think I'm a creep and an emo fag but I care about your feelings anyways" he says in a soft voice.
I'm taken back but think of something to say in response
"I'm just..I'm just s-scared" I mumble.
"Of what?" He asks me.
What do I say now!?!
Without thinking I speak. "you" I start. he gives me a confused glance before I speak again.
"I'm scared of you Gerard way. You make me feel different than I ever have before. And when I've done all these things to you it's hurt me more than any physical wounds ever could. I'm scared of you Gerard. I don't like this feeling, it confuses me. And I don't want it to be this way. But I can't help this. And I'm scared" I blurt out.
"What?" He asks, giving another confused look.
"Fine, if that doesn't make sense, maybe this will" I say, looking at him so he knows I'm expecting a reply.
"Go on." He says.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Then open them, along with my mouth so I can speak.
"I'm scared Gerard, I'm scared of falling in love with you" I say.
Before he can reply, I move over to him quickly and cover his eyes before crashing my lips against his, wishing for this moment to never end.

YOOOOOO LONG CHAPTER!!!
DOES ANYONE ACTUALLY READ THESE!? JUST SAY SOMETNING IF YOU DO ;-;
Okay, until next time, BAIII!
-Xo Kit