Pretty Boy (You Make Me Want To Live)

Leap Of Faith

The three knocks at the door set forth a deep pit in Frank's stomach that he didn't know was there. Up until those knocks he'd been completely fine - excited even, but once he had heard them he started to panic, nervousness hitting him at full force.

"Go on! Answer it!" Jamia pushed him out of the lounge towards the door. He gave her a nervous smile before shuffling towards the front door and undoing the latch pulling, it open.

Gerard was stood there, some beautiful orange and red roses clutched in his hands, which he held out to Frank with a shy smile.

It took this action for Frank to be pulled from his thoughts. Gerard wasn't wearing the punked up outfit that Frank had been expecting, instead, he wore a tight black tee along with some smart black skinny jeans with (surprisingly) no rips. And the most noticeable difference? He hadn't spiked up his hair, instead leaving to to messily frame his face, how it had done the previous morning.

"Hey there." Gerard grinned as Frank took the flowers.

"Hi." Frank smiled back, looking down at the roses and lifting them to his nose, smiling more at the sweet scent.

"Do you- um, do you wanna come in?" Frank asked, shifting from foot to foot as he looked up at Gerard.

"Sure." Gerard nodded, waiting for Frank to move out of the doorway before following the smaller male through to the kitchen, where he filled up a jug with water and put the flowers in it.

"Thank you."

"What for?" Gerard asked, a mixture of surprise and confusion across his face.

"Everything... I don't wanna talk about it now, but I just wanted to say thank you." Frank mumbled, turning to find Gerard stood almost right behind him.

"That's okay." Gerard smiled softly, tucking some of Frank's hair behind his ear, leaving the smaller male to blush at the action.

"You ready to go then?"

Frank nodded, he had already put his shoes on before Gerard had arrived, and followed Gerard out of the door, giving Jamia a small wave as he left.

The punk pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked a deep green coloured car parked just outside the house.

"Whoa-" Frank gasped. He was no car expert, but he was pretty sure that this car was one; very expensive, and two; that there hadn't been very many made.

"Yeah, she's a beauty isn't she?" Gerard asked, smiling down at the car.

"Yeah." Frank breathed. He was almost nervous to touch it; it was clearly special to Gerard.

Gerard shook his head quickly;

"Anyway, we've got places to be, things to do." He said, pulling the door open for Frank and helping him in, then following suit and climbing into the drivers side and twisting the keys into the ignition.

The engine purred into life, and that was the first word Frank would use to describe it.

"If you don't mind me asking, what model is she?"

"Huh? Oh, she's a Jaguar XKSS."

Frank paused for a moment. The name rang bells in his mind. Suddenly he gasped and Gerard looked over to him with an amused smile and a raised brow, almost daring him to say it.

"Weren't there like, only- not many of these made?" He asked. He knew the number was low but he didn't want to make a fool of himself by saying something ridiculously wrong.

"Yeah, 16 in total, actually."

"Sixteen?" Frank echoed, looking down at the smooth leather seats in awe.

"But it must have been expensive?" He then asked, slightly confused.

Gerard just nodded.

"I'll explain later, I promise, I've been wanting to tell you for a while and I thought tonight would be the best time."

They then pulled into the car park of a fancy looking restaurant where Gerard parked the car, climbing out then running to Frank's side and opening the door for him.

Gerard's hand was placed on the small of Frank's back, earning yet another blush from the smaller male as he was guided to the front doors of the restaurant. Gerard held the door open for Frank - again - and followed him in, coming to stand just behind him at the small desk where an employee was stood.

"I've got a table reserved for Way?" Gerard asked.

Frank was caught up looking around the restaurant, shifting awkwardly. It was very posh, and he definitely didn't fit in, he felt severely underdressed compared to what others seemed to be wearing and fiddled with the hem of his skirt, twisting the fabric between his fingers as he waited.

"C'mon." Gerard mumbled, bringing his hand up to rest on Frank's waist as he followed the waiter. Frank had initially assumed that they would be sat at a table in the restaurant, but oh boy was he wrong.

The waiter led them through an entrance in the side of the building, which led to a small lobby area. They then went up in a lift - which was completely made of glass - And appeared on the top floor, well, it wasn't really a floor, it was the roof.

Frank's curiosity got the better of him as he gazed at his surroundings, then looked up to Gerard, who just smiled.

The rooftop was high up, that was the least that could be said. It had a strip of greenery running around the edge, making the space feel more enclosed, and there was some pretty fairy lights running through the plants and flowers, lighting them up in such a delicate way.

Near to the edge of the roof was a small table with two places set out on it along with a bottle of what looked to be wine and two flickering candles.

"Gee..." Frank breathed out as he looked around, "this is... wow"

"It's not too much is it?" Gerard asked, and Frank looked up at him again, astonished at the fact that - for the first time - Gerard seemed to be nervous.

Frank giggled quietly to himself.

"I guess it would depend on what you're trying to do."

Gerard rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle, visibly relaxing again and guiding Frank towards the table, making sure to hold his chair out for him before sitting down opposite.

The waiter reappeared, holding out a menu for the both of them, then disappearing from sight again.

Frank's eyes scanned down the menu, widening as he took in the options.

"Gerard! These are all so expensive!" He hissed.

But Gerard just waved a dismissive hand,

"Yeah, I know, choose what you want."

Frank sat stunned for a moment before his eyes returned to the menu and he scanned down it again. He skipped the starters and went straight to the main courses, his eyes drawn to the only pasta dish there.

It seemed to just be a spaghetti carbonara type thing, but then also seemed way too expensive to just be a spaghetti carbonara. But once looking down the menu he realised it was one of the cheapest things.

"You ready to order?" Gerard asked, looking up at Frank, who hadn't moved an inch since picking up the menu.

He nodded quickly before adding that he didn't want a starter.

"Are you sure?" Gerard asked, a skeptical look across his face. Frank nodded again.

"I'm sure."