Stalker (Frerard)

Chapter 1

"Fuck fuck fuck! What do I wear?"

"Dude, it literally doesn't matter. You're going to his house not meeting the queen."

Frank let out a groan as he paced his bedroom, Brendon was sat on the bed watching in amusement as his friend tried to pick out an outfit to wear to his long-time crush's house.

"Will this work?" Frank held up a white misfits shirt with some ripped black skinny jeans.

"Sure, hurry the fuck up the others are already on the way."

"Shit, okay." Frank quickly pulled the clothes on, throwing a leather jacket lazily over his shoulders he grabbed his bag and ran to the door with Brendon in tow.

They made it to Mikey's house in around fifteen minutes, Brendon having to knock on the door because Frank was too nervous.

"Hey, guys! Come in." Mikey opened the door to let the two boys through, settling in the living room where the rest of their friends were. "Just a warning, my brothers here so try and avoid the basement. He's a little weird."

"I didn't know you had a brother." Frank raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah.. anyway, movies?" Frank was slightly confused with how it seemed that Mikey didn't want to talk about him, but Frank was honestly just glad to be learning more about his crush.

Everyone was huddled on the floor with the begging scenes of Texas Chainsaw Massacre playing on the screen in front of them.

                                      —+—

It was probably two in the morning and everyone was passed out on the floor, with the exception of Frank. He really needed to use the bathroom but unfortunately he wasn't too sure where that was. He carefully stood up and walked towards the hallway, trying his best not to wake anyone.

He opened and closed a few doors before finally finding the bathroom, he went in and did what he needed to do before washing his hands and stepping out; but as soon as he opened the door he was met with a boy he'd never seen before.

He had shoulder length, black hair and deathly pale skin. His skinny jeans were tight, tighter than Frank's he was sure, and he wore a baggy, black hoodie with holes dotted around it.

"Who are you?" The boy asked.

"Oh-uh.. I-I'm Frank." Frank replied timidly, gazing up into the boys hazel eyes.

"One of Mikey's friends I assume?" He raised an eyebrow, they were thick and arched perfectly.

"Uh.. Yeah. Y-you're his brother, right?" The boy looked surprised when he said that.

"He mentioned me?"

"Y-yeah." Frank shuffled awkwardly on his feet.

"Probably told you to stay away, didn't he, boy?" He sighed.

"S-sorry." Frank whispered, blushing lightly. For some reason the way Gerard said 'boy' had him lightheaded.

"My name's Gerard. You should go back to your friends now. So long, Frank." Gerard moved out the way slightly and Frank walked past, looking at Gerard curiously before walking back to the living room. Frank passed out quickly, into a dreamless sleep.

—+—

When Frank woke up he heard hushed voices either side of him, deciding on pretending to stay asleep to listen.

"Gerard! You can't just watch my friend sleep, that's fucking weird." Mikey whisper-shouted.

"No it's not. His breathing changed, he's probably waking up. I'll go." He heard Gerard say before footsteps echoed down the basement stairs.

"Fuckin' psychopath." Mikey muttered under his breath. Frank decided to slowly stretch and yawn at that moment, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"What time is it?" Frank asked groggily, hoping he didn't look like a mess in front of Mikey.

"Oh.. hey, dude. It's like 8." Mikey said, smiling at Frank. His cheeks tinted pink and he muttered a 'thanks' under his breath, leaning over to pick up his phone to scroll through Instagram until his friends woke up.

Frank spent a couple more hours at Mikey's place before deciding he should head home. Before leaving he made sure no one was paying attention as he went to the basement door. He knocked lightly, hearing footsteps and the sound of a lock clicking open before the door opened, revealing Gerard.

"Frank?"

"H-hi. I-uh.. I just wanted to say bye." Gerard smiled widely at that, Frank noticed the way his eyes shone as they creased in the corners.

"You're so sweet, boy. Goodbye."

Frank blushed and smiled shyly at Gerard before turning and leaving the house, walking home. Once he was there he kicked off his shoes and took of his jeans, getting into bed in only his boxers and t-shirt. He was idly scrolling through his phone when he got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: 'It was nice meeting you, i hope to see your pretty face soon.'

Frank started at his phone in confusion, a blush creeping up his neck.

Frank: 'um who is this??'

Unknown: 'It's Gerard, Frankie. Forgotten me already?'

Frank: 'How'd you get my number?'

Gerard: 'I have my ways, boy.'

Frank was slightly creeped out, but only slightly. He could've gotten it from Mikey, or any of the people there for that matter, so it wasn't that strange. Frank wasn't sure how to reply to that, so he didn't. He ended up falling asleep, usually Mikey occupied his dreams, however tonight he found that Gerard was in his head.