Frerard OneShots (finished)

XV - I Never Wanted To Dance With Nobody But You

Saturday evening, snow everywhere. I trudged through the streets, going home from the late shift of my part-time job. My parents made me go there because they wanted me to get some work experience for future jobs. They also went on vacation for that week and when I reached my house, I noticed I forgot my keys.

Cursing under my breath and knowing they wouldn't be home until evening the next day, I took my phone out with trembling hands and dialed my boyfriend's number. After three rings, I heard his voice. "Frankie? Why are you calling me at 8 pm?"

"Hello to you, too," I grumbled, sighing and running my free hand over my face and pinching the bridge of my nose. "Listen, can I spend the night at yours? My parents are gone for the weekend and I accidentally locked myself out."

It was silent shortly and I guessed he weighed his options. "Sure, just come around. When will you be here?" He finally answered.

"In around fifteen minutes. Why, do you have to get dressed?" I smirked. Not that I haven't seen him naked, but we had this ongoing joke about cheating on the other with some random dude - I don't even know.

"Yeah, got a really good blowjob from this guy and need to get him out, you know?" Gerard answered casually and I chuckled softly.

"Later, hater."

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I stood in front of the redhead's door, ringing the doorbell and shivering. When it opened, my boyfriend grinned at me, leaning into the doorframe. "Hey, Frankie."

"Hey, can I come in?" I asked, my voice shaking from the cold. I wrapped my arms around my torso to keep myself a bit warmer.

"How was your shift?" The older replied, not even bothering to acknowledge my question. He didn't seem too uncomfortable from the cold air, his black hoodie draped over his chest and warming him. Unlike me, he didn't just wander through the fucking snow for twenty minutes.

"Boring, can I get in, I'm really-"

"Didn't you say you didn't like one of your co-workers? What was her name again?" Gerard started to think out loud, still not listening to my silent pleads for warmth.

"Let me in, asshole," I complained, pushing past him and into the hallway.

I heard him snickering behind my back and shot him a short glare, taking my shoes off after. He shut the door and leaned against it with his arms crossed over his chest. Knowing he was watching me, I bent over to put my shoes out of the way, smirking to myself.

"You're such a whore," he chuckled, shaking his head and walking over to the kitchen.

"You like it, though!" I yelled after him, getting rid of my soaked jacket and following him into the kitchen.

"No, for real; how was your shift? You look exhausted," Gerard turned around to me with a frown on his face, the coffee machine working in the background.

[Quick A/N: idk if u guys know that but we kinda have a coffee machine that also makes hot chocolate and latte macchiato and stuff and they also have something like that, just so u know]

I groaned, just walking over to him and pressing my small body to his chest. "It was shit. One of the customers just yelled at me for cleaning the tables! Cleaning the tables, do you believe that?" I exclaimed, sighing, and Gerard chuckled lightly, running his hand through my hair.

"How about we just cuddle, watch a movie and drink hot chocolate, hm?" He suggested, smiling down at me and kissing the top of my head.

I blushed a bit, hiding my face in his chest. "That sounds great."