☆Save Me☆ {Frerard Fanfic}

3: On All Levels Except Physical, I Am A Wolf *ruff*

Frank's POV

"Gerard? I'm home!" I call as I walk through the door, after being at work for most of this afternoon. I'm not getting an answer, I hope he's okay. My heart races, I walk down the block, into the pub, and see a familiar face, drunk out of his mind, he looks terrible. "Gerard! What the hell?" He looks at me, looking like he's trying not to vomit. He's drinking, probably because he has no clue what to do without his pills, they were his little place of happiness and we can't exactly go into a hospital or doctors to get them, we'll get recognized, my heart races, what if someone recognized Gerard? What if we're being hunted and tracked. "Frankie," Gerard slurs, grasping my shoulder. I help him walk out. " 'M sorry." He slurs, turning around to vomit. I rub his back. "I-it's okay." I stammer. "I'll get b-better." He says, smiling sadly. "I just didn't know what to do." He starts crying. "I know Gee, I know." We go up the stairs, Gerard stumbling occasionally, but we still get up them together. I lay him down on the sofa, he falls asleep pretty quickly after that. I get everything that Gerard's going to need when he wakes up. My anxiety ridden mind starts buzzing, what if while Gerard sleeps, we get taken away, and he wakes up in that hellish room again? I said that I'd protect him, and I intend to keep that promise, until the end of time.

A few hours later, Gerard wakes up, wailing for me. I rush into the living room, to find him on the floor, still not completely sober. "What is it Gee?" I ask, putting a hand on his. He looks me dead in the eyes. "Do YoU dO eFtPoS?" He slurs, and I stifle a laugh. I shake my head, helping him off of the floor and putting him back on the sofa. "No, go back to sleep Gee." He nods and rolls over, falling back asleep pretty quickly. I must've fallen asleep at the kitchen table, because I woke up to Gerard clicking the painkillers from out of the packet. His eyes are sunken and he looks white as a sheet. "How you feelin'?" I ask, he gives me a fake smile. "Fan-fucking-tastic." Gerard says sarcastically. "I'm gonna grab a shower." He says, I give him finger guns. I then proceed to watch T.V. and wait for Gerard to finish in the shower.

He comes back, his hair wet and in nothing but a long-ish pastel pink shirt and some black underwear. "That better?" I question. He nods and flops down in our bed, I go with him, we end up spooning each other. I smell his hair, it smells good, I don't know what it smells like, but it smells good. Gerard sighs, and rolls over, looking me in the eyes. He kisses me on the forehead, looking at me with his beautiful eyes, something's troubling him still. "What's wrong Geebear?" I ask him, he turns away. "Nothing, I'll probably get over it soon." I can just tell that it's a lie, but I don't bother him about it. "When you're ready to talk, I'm here." I say, kissing him on the lips. "Thanks Frankie." He says, smiling his usual smile.