Frerard Stories

Eight Seconds

[I'll take the a/n before cuz after you've read this, you're gonna chase me with pitchforks, (plz don't kill me I luv u)

Things are going on rn, my 2nd reel fanfic is hopefullt coming alive and ive started a half hearted try to make an Adom (Adam Warrington x Dom Harrison) one shot book so follow me for updates

Shoutout to all you who read all that <3]

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"Why did you do that? Tha fans will think something is completely off."

"You know exactly why. And if they think so, then they're right."

Frank was pissed. He was standing in a room at a cheap motel and he was furious. How couldn't Gerard understand? It had been them. Gee and Frankie.

Until Lindsey.

Frank didn't mind that he had a girlfriend. It was complicated but she understood that he and Gerard "faked" being together. That they kissed on stage and acted all lovey dovey in interviews. There was no problem. Until last Saturday.

They had no show that night. Frank was home and everything was alright. He watched a movie and just enjoyed being alone for some time. Touring was fun but exhausting and in the end, he needed some time alone. He could never imagine what Gerard was up to.

And the day after was catastrophic.

"No, I don't know. Tell me what's wrong, Frank."

Frank could hear that Gerard was loosing patience. He would explode and things would go bad but this time, things needed to be bad. Frank needed Gerard to understand that he was serious.

"How can you be so blind that you-" Frank cut himself off. The lesser he told him, the more irritated he would be. And the more irritated Gerard was, the easier to start a fight.

"Fuck, Frank. Why won't you just tell me?!" Gerard snapped. He had managed to keep his voice down until that moment. Now he was shouting.

"Fuck me."

Silence fell over the room.

Frank was waiting for an answer. And Gerard tried to give him the answer he wanted. But they both knew that exactly that answer could never be spoken.

"I can't, I'm married." Gerard whispered as he realized why Frank was acting like this.

There was a reason why Frank loved MCR so much that he had to join the band. It wasn't just because they were awesome. Ever since the day he laid his eyes on the lead singer, something had been different. That voice, that singer, changed something. Frank could never understand exactly what, but something happened in him. Maybe it was just him liking the way Gerard looked. Or it was something deeper, something he would never understand.

And now he would never get the chance.

Before he knew what was going on, tears were streaming down Franks face and he shut his eyes.

A breath that wasn't his own ghosted over his lips.

"I'm sorry."

Final wanted to scream that sorry wasn't enough. Sorry couldn't heal his broken heart. Sorry couldn't make things go back to normal.

Lips met lips, skin met skin and heartbeats united for six seconds. Six last seconds turned to eight. The eight last seconds of forever.

There was no magic or fireworks this time. Just two boys holding on to their pasts for as long as possible, trying to get the most out of the last eight seconds. Their fingers danced of the other skin and neither of them looked at each other.

But, as sudden as it started, it died. They broke apart, panting heavily.

Frank opened his mouth.

"As I said earlier, lie to me."