You're beautiful to me (Frerard)

chapter nine : two black eyes from loving too hard

Title - LA Devotee : P!atd
GERARD'S P.O.V

I made it through the day with barley any trouble. The occasional odd glance but overall nothing serious. Plus, I sat with frank at lunch. It's the first time in years I haven't eaten lunch alone. I'm worried about him though. He never told me what happened last night and I saw him this morning walking away from English. I hope he's okay. I'll ask him when he gets to the gates. We decided to meet each other here at lunch so we could walk back together. I really don't want to go home. It just reminds me of my gran. My mum is a mess again and it's even worse knowing there's no one to run to. I'd rather be anywhere but there but I can't leave Mikey. He needs me right now.

"You ready?" Frank asks, joining me.

"Yeah, lets go." I say, turning in the direction of our houses.

"Where were you going when I saw you first period?" I ask, getting straight to the point. When he doesn't reply I look at him and see he's playing with his hands. I wish I could hold them in mine.

"Guidance." He chocked out.

Guidance? He was at therapy? I guess that makes sense, actually that's really good news. He's getting help.

"That's great frank! How was it?" I ask, genuinely interested

"Odd. The guy is called Patrick and he seems nice.  But it's so weird, one minute we're talking about guitar and the next we're talking about my dad and what he did to us. I don't know I'm not used to talking to other people about this stuff. Makes me uncomfortable you know? But it's meant to be good for me. I'm seeing him again next week." He finishes, looking up at me.

"Yeah, I can imagine it being weird. But it's really great that you went, and you're going again." I say, smiling at him.

He just nods. He's obviously not convinced that it's going to help him,  but at least he's doing it. I really hope he opens up enough to this Patrick guy. He sounds cool and I know frank has a lot to work through. We continue to talk about school and what we did until we reach our houses.

"Shall we meet here tomorrow?" I ask, turning off into my drive way.

"Sounds good." Frank says, smiling at me.

I return the gesture and walk into my house. I push the door open and am immediately smothered by the depressing atmosphere of the house. There were tissues and bottles littering the floor and i could hear static sound coming from the living room. I walk to it and see my mum asleep on the couch, her eyes red and puffy. The tv was disconnected and I went and turned it off. The house got too quite too quickly and I felt a wave of fear consume me. I try and shake it off and walk towards my mum, tucking her into the blanket on the couch. I would try and carry her upstairs but I don't know how much sleep she's been getting and I don't want to risk waking her up. I try and clean up as much as I can before Mikey gets back. I haven't properly talked to him after the news. I hear the door click open as I'm collecting take away boxes and bottles Into a plastic bag.

"Mikey?" I whisper, walking towards the door.

"Gerard?" He replies, poking his head around the door frame. When he sees me he immediately breaks down and runs into my arms.

"Ssshhh. You're okay Mikey. It'll be okay." I whisper into his hair, trying to convince myself just as much as him. We stay like that for a while. I know he  needed to let this out and I was happy to support him through it.

"I miss her." He mumbles into my wet shirt.

"I know, I do too. But she's probably in a better place now." I say, pulling away and looking him in the eyes. They had dark circles around them and I knew he hadn't slept since he found out.