Worth Living For

Chapter 19

Hi everyone! I want to apologize to you all a thousand times. My computer screen cracked and it is no longer in working condition. I have been writing my story on my iPod, and I am going to try my best to get the last couple chapters I've written posted ASAP, plus the following chapters after they are written and edited. I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I promise to make up for it within the next few days! Thanks for reading <3

~Frank's P.O.V.~

My eyes fluttered open, and it took me a minute to collect my thoughts. I looked around, and found that I was still in bed. My body was wrapped in sheets and blankets, but there was something else keeping me warm. I realized that I was wrapped in Gerard's arms as well.

I moved my head to look up at him from where my head lay on his chest. His eyes were shut. I rested my head back where it had been, and laid there for a while with my eyes closed, listening to his heart beat. I want to wake up every morning like this, I thought.

Gerard breathed in deeply, and I looked up to see that his eyes had opened. He smiled when he saw that I was awake too, and I smiled back.

"Good morning." he said in a raspy voice, running his hand through my hair.

"'Morning." I smiled.

"How are you?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Better."

"Good." he smiled.

"Coffee?" I asked. He nodded.

I climbed out of bed, forcing myself to not look back at him as I walked through the door, for I would not want to leave the room if I did. I walked over to the coffee maker, and found that there was still some coffee left. I made two cups, heated them up in the microwave, and brought them back to the bedroom.

Gerard sat up in bed now, his back against the wall. I handed him one of the cups, and joined him on the bed with my own.

We sat in silence as we finished our cups, and a thought popped into my head.

"Do you know where Delilah went?" I asked.

Gerard shrugged. "She probably went home."

I nodded. "Should we call her? Just to let her know that everything's okay?"

"Nah," he replied. "I'm sure she knows."

"So what happens now?" I asked, being reminded of when he asked me the same thing in Starbucks after we had gotten off the plane. Gerard sighed, and I guessed that he was reminded of it, too.

"Well, right now, I just want to stay right here." he reached over and grabbed my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine.

"Me too." I said, nodding enthusiastically. I leaned to the side and rested my head on his shoulder, trying to savor the moment the best I could.

~

"Delilah told me about your dream. About your mom."

It was a few hours after we had sat in bed together. Gerard had stated that my apartment needed some serious cleaning, and he insisted that he help me.

We were now in the kitchen; him washing dishes and I sweeping the floor, when he told me this.

"What?" I said, stopping my back and forth motions and turning to face him, though his back was towards me and his front was facing the sink.

"She told me about it, and about how broken up you were about it."

"Why did she tell you?"

"She was just worried about you, is all." he replied, continuing to scrub the dirty plates. "Do you know what that dream meant?"