Frerard OneShots (finished)

X - Fluffier than clouds #2

[TW: abusive parents, homophobia, breakdowns, slight makingout

P.o.V Frank]

"And you're sure that's a good idea?"

"A super good idea. Well, I hope so, at least," Gerard stood next to me, smiling encouragely at me to make me ring the doorbell. It was cold and we both were freezing but I refused to touch the little button that would open the door.

I sighed nervously, looking at him and begging him with my eyes. My boyfriend frowned. "C'mon, it won't be that bad."

"You're too positive... can we first introduce you as a normal friend?" I asked to get a bit more time. I really didn't wanna do that and Gerard knew but he still insisted.

"Yes, okay. Just ring the damn doorbell!"

"Okay, okay! Jeez, calm down..." I muttered, a bit mad, and rang the bell.

"Don't you have a key?" The taller boy next to me asked after no one opened the door.

"They took it away," I muttered, a bit reliefed that they weren't home or just ignoring the door - I honestly didn't care which one of the both options it was.

"Don't you have a spare key? Like, under the doormat or something?" Before I could say something, Gerard was on his knees, looking under the doormat. I looked at his ass automatically but forced myself to look away and blushed. "Aha! Here it his," he stood up, grinning and genuinely proud of himself as he held the small key betweent two fingers. I forced a smile and took the key. Shit.

With a swift movement, I unlocked the door so that Gerard couldn't see how much I was trembling.

"Franklin! Is that you?" I cringed when I heard my mother's voice yell from the kitchen. I thought it'd be easier.

"Yes, mom!" I yelled back, closing the door behind Gerard.

"Are you alone?"

"No, I brought a friend over!"

"Who is it?" Now it was my dad who yelled through the house. I knew he was sitting in the living room, watching some stupid show and smoking until his lungs started bleeding. Silently, I wished they actually started bleeding right then and there, then I wouldn't have to see him again. I hated that man. I still do.

"Just Gerard!" I shouted back despite the nagging voice in my head that that could hurt the boy beside me - but he had to understand. If I told my parents 'yeah by the way, he's my boyfriend' they wouldn't just beat me up but him, too. Actually, my dad would. Mom hit me a few times, too, but not as much as dad did. "I'm gone in a second, just need to get fresh clothes!" I informed the adults without looking into any other room and led Gerard upstairs, not even taking jacket or shoes off.

As soon as we got into my room and the door was closed, the older pulled me into a hug, pressing my head to his chest. I was a bit startled but hugged him back. "I'm proud of you," he mumbled into my hair and I smiled slightly, cuddling closer to him. Unfortunately, he pulled back. "Let's get your stuff, shall we?"

"Yeah, I don't particularly wanna stay here long," I agreed, "you can sit on the bed."

Gerard did as I told him and let himself flop onto the matress. He got this constant grin on his face and it made me uncomfortable - why was he so happy? I shook my head, pushing those thoughts aside and walking to my closet.

"You know, when I was younger, I used to hide in the closet when Mikey played hide and seek with me," Gerard said to interrupt the silence.

"Seems like you stayed there for a long while," I smirked and Gerard laughed - I loved to make him laugh.