(No more updates) I Held You Close As We Both Shook... ((FRERARD BULLY STORY))

Chapter 3 - Sing

Gerard pushed open his front door. I followed him inside and smiled awkwardly at his Mum who was making dinner in the kitchen. Gerard walked past me, making his way downstairs to his bedroom. I shot Donna another smile before racing down after him.

I tripped on my feet at the bottom of the stairs and sprawled face first onto the ground. Gerard glanced down at me before sighing and offering me his hand.

I opened my mouth to thank him but he grunted and shook his head. He threw his bag onto the bed and walked to his cupboard to get changed. I pulled out my phone and fiddled with it between my hands for a minute before deciding to text the groupchat I had with my friends.

I sat down on his bed and unlocked my phone, crossing my legs over each other into a comfortable position.

frnkiero31: hey guys, sup?

raycupcake: just finishing homework, hbu?

x.kellinM22: hanging with vic

frnkiero29: stuck at gerards house 🙄

billie.joe.a: gerard way?? y r u there bro wtf

frnkiero29: the principal is trying to make us get along or something so we gotta hang out. this is gonna be hell :(

raycupcake: ouch, good luck then

x.kellin726: yeah be careful dude

frnkiero29: thanks. oh, i gotta go now seeyas at school

I turned off my phone and looked up to see Gerard standing in front of me, now wearing a grey tank top and tight black skinny jeans that made his ass...

He sighed and plopped down next to me, interrupting my thoughts.

"Just so you know, I don't want to do this." He spat, and I nodded slightly. Oh really? I couldn't tell.

Gerard got up and reached into his bedside drawer. He pulled out his headphones; actually my headphones that he'd taken from me, plugged them into his phone and started playing some random song. I picked at the skin around my fingers. After five minutes I realised what he was listening to.

Oh nice, Iron Maiden!

I started to nod along to the beat, his music was up pretty loud. I didn't know he had such good taste in music!

I cautiously tapped his shoulder and he pulled out the headphones.

"What," he glared at me, annoyed that I had interrupted him.

"Is that Iron Maiden?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. You know them?" I nodded enthusiastically, grinning. He offered me an earbud.

Maybe this would be okay?

An hour passed and I was starting to become suspicious of how nice Gerard was being. He was smiling and we had been cracking jokes, which is very unlike Gerard.

"What are you playing at though, is this some kind of joke where you pretend to be my friend and then...d'know, Bert bashes me again?" I asked suddenly, standing up. He cocked his head towards me, shocked.

"I-I'm sorry Frank I don't know, you, well, you seem nice? Better than I thought." He tried to smiled but stopped when he saw me frowning.

"Oh, okay then, if I'm not as bad as you thought, then why? Huh? Why did you treat me like that. All those years." I bit my lip, wondering where this sudden confidence was coming from.

"Frankie I- It, it was so stupid. I'm really sorry. I remember how close we were, but I met Bert and he convinced me that you weren't cool or something. It was so childish, and I am so sorry. I just had so much anger about what happened with your dad and mine and I felt like taking it out on you..." I squeezed his hand.

"It's okay. It's..." I started, but then started to cry. I bit my lip. Fuck. Crying is weak, I shouldn't be crying. He furrowed his brows.

"Oh, god, Frankie. I'm so sorry. It's not okay, what I did was n-not okay." He pulled me into a hug and at first I didn't hug back. I never realised how much Gerards actions had actually hurt me. I was angry and confused and, sad. I was so sad. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head in his shoulder. He started to stroke my head and I let out a sigh.

This felt nice. It felt good. But it felt, wrong, at the same time. I pulled away from him and started fiddling with my hands.

"Frank, are you okay?" He asked, looking genuinely confused. I sniffed and wiped at my eyes.

"Yes. No. I don't know, Gerard. This is so sudden, one day you and your friends are beating me unconscious, the next you wanna be friends?" I spat, throwing my arms up dramatically.

He stayed silent.

"Nothing? You're not actually sorry, are you? Did Principal Garde put you up to this? I- I'm g-gonna go." I blubbered angrily, grabbing my bag and rushing up the stairs out of his room.

"Frankie, wait!" He called, but I ignored him and hurrying out of the room.

GERARDS POV:

Frank had left his phone at my house after he stormed out.

I didn't want to snoop but...it was there. I tried the password a few times until it unlocked. He had a pretty weak password, NEWJ.

His home screen was a picture of him and his dog, and I scrolled through it for a while before deciding to look through his photos.

I kinda knew it was wrong, but I didn't stop myself.

I swiped through a few. Dogs, guitars, sheet music, some lame memes and-

I almost dropped the phone. I looked at it closely, holy shit it was what I thought it was. He had lots of photos of it.

I didn't realise...

wowwww

i didn't edit this well so if there's mistakes sorry lmao

what do you think is on his phone?

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~in other words, keep your bad vibes out of my cornflakes.