Pretty Boy (You Make Me Want To Live)

bad guy

Frank had really tried his best to refrain from using the words. Since bringing them up on the morning after their first date and seeing - or feeling - how Gerard reacted, he had decided it was best to wait until he was absolutely certain that Gerard felt the same way. 

And he could have been fooled with how many times he thought Gerard was finally going to say them, but alas, they had gone without.

Sure, Frank had used 'ily' in his texts, but everyone knows that the abbreviation has a vastly different meaning to the full term.

But now; it was Christmas Eve.

Gerard was supposed to be arriving at 8 to pick him up, and then they were going to go back to Gerard's house where he had supposedly made dinner for them both, then they'd go back to Frank's house before waking up the next morning and celebrating the festivities with his housemates.

There was only 4 of them now, one of the students having dropped out as they had become seriously ill from the stress of all the work having coasted from day one then failing their midterms, but Frank couldn't properly sympathise with her since it was really mostly her own fault, and if she needed any help with focussing then she could have just asked.

A ping rang through the room and Frank's gaze focussed on his phone, smiling when he saw it was a text from Gerard letting him know that he was outside. He shuffled off his bed and slipped on a pair of black flats before pulling on a black cardigan and checking over himself in his mirror.

He flounced down the stairs and out of the door, running towards Gerard when he saw the punk leaning against the familiar evergreen coloured car.

"Missed you." Frank mumbled against Gerard's chest, his arms wrapped tightly around his boyfriend's torso.

They hadn't seen each other for almost a week since Gerard's family had decided to take a vacation to Austria to go skiing - or, well, Gerard went snowboarding, but you get the gist.

"Missed you too, belle." Gerard returned.

Oh, and that was another thing; Frank had found that Gerard was incredibly fond of using pet names for him, and often found himself replying to 'sugar', 'honey', and what he was sure to be Gerard's favourite; belle.

And Frank wasn't gonna lie, he absolutely loved being called belle, it made him feel like a Disney princess as well as the fact he got to hear Gerard's French accent too, which was another thing he was found to be absolutely smitten with.

They pulled away from each other, Gerard following Frank round to the passengers seat and pulling the door open, muttering something under his breath.

"Pardon?"

Gerard smiled, letting it a quiet chuckle as he sat himself down in the drivers seat; "that would have been funnier if you asked in French; pardon?" He repeated, but with the accent.

Frank just rolled his eyes, looking at Gerard still wanting to know what the punk had said.

"Fine, fine, I said c'est tu magnifique."

"Huh?" Frank questioned. He didn't speak an ounce of French. He could speak Italian fluently and frequently found himself speaking in said language, and could also speak minimal german and a little Spanish from when he was at high school, but those weren't great.

Gerard just shook his head, smiling to himself as he twisted the keys in the ignition and pulled away from the curb.

They soon arrived at Gerard's house, climbing out of the car and walking through the front door, where Gerard turned to Frank and had him wait in the hallway - well, it was barely a hallway considering it was so big it could have fit four of Frank's bedroom in easily, but that's besides the point.