Oneshot Collection

1. I Wished For You (Frerard)

Present Day Frerard.
Enjoy!

He was always in a trance when he sang. He would get completely lost in the song, signing his heart out until the last note. Even if he had a cold and he felt sick, he would still get up and go on stage and perform. I really admired that in him. Along with many other things of course, but his special little way of making everybody feel involved even if they were in the worst seats at the back was amazing. He was such a good frontman and I hope that one day I would be as good as him.

He reached down, using the microphone stand to balance himself, and picked up the bottle of water. I had somehow managed to get backstage; I don't know whether the staff had recognised me or just didn't care. I snuck up as far forward on the right side of the stage as I could without being seen by him or the audience. God knows how crazy they would go if they saw me here.

He placed the bottle on the floor, patted his suit down, and wrapped his hands arround the microphone. His wedding ring caught the light and sparkled. It was my constant reminder that things weren't gonna happen between us. Sure, I had got married as well, but that was just to take my mind off him. I sighed, leaning against a support beam. He looked so amazing in this light, his face wasn't illuminated but the back of his flaming red hair was brighter than I had ever seen it before. Although I couldn't make out his facial features, I could almost sense him frowning.

He opened his mouth and began to sing. The song was unfamiliar to me, and I was later informed that he called it Piano (Jam).

His voice was hauntingly gorgeous and stayed into your head long after he stopped singing. It flowed into my head like water out of a tap. He reached his hand up into the air to reach out to the song lyrics and pulled them back towards his heart. Unfortunately I couldn't make out a lot of the lyrics, it sounded like an unfinished song that he just had to perform to someone. I felt like that sometimes. The pull of the stage was so great that you had to pick up your guitar and sing to whoever was willing to listen. The buzz I got after singing was amazing and I could only imagine that he felt the same.

He sang with such passion, such will to get the lyrics across. It was truly amazing. His voice wavered as he came to the closing lines of the song. He went for a long and low note but was caught up by his own voice making it sound teary and quiet. I watched with sad eyes as he finished up the song. I had only just realised the tears forming. One slipped out of the confines of my hazel eyes and I pushed them away with the back of my hand and caught a glance of the tattoos gathered there. He bent forward slightly and did the same as what I was, and it hurt my heart watching him cry. His shoulder shook slightly as he sobbed. He moved his hand to his eyes, then to his face, like he was trying to cradle it.

"Gerard..." I muttered.

He sniffled and paused his crying. He stopped rubbing his eyes and looked directly at me, as of he had heard me say his name. Half of his face was now in the light so I stole a look. I sniffled and smiled at him. Looking up at me, I saw him with a broken smile on his face. What was left of my heart broke even more.

I needed to make my move soon or I wouldn't get another chance. I would just walk away before he spotted me and indirect him on Twitter. A few seconds with him; that's all I needed to satisfy my need for him. Taking a deep breath, I made my final decision.

Careless of the crazy fans in the audience, I ran onstage. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me, including the beautiful man in front of me. Gasps were audible from the crowd as I rushed to his side. He took one look at me and buckled at the knees, practically collapsing on top of me. I felt myself shaking at his touch, it was intoxicating. I wrapped my arms around his body and held him close, feeling the soft shakes that his frail body gave off.

"Oh Frankie," he sobbed.

"I'm here. Dont worry." I reassuringly whispered.

"I've missed you so fricking much."

"I know, I know."

"I wished for you to be here y'know..." he admitted into my shoulder.

He composed himself a bit and pushed away from me. He grabbed both sides of my face and twisted my head from side to side to look at me. I laughed at him.

"Just checking you're real..." he said, his eyes displaying millions of emotions.

"I just wanted to see-"

Gerard leaned towards me and pushed his face against mine. Our lips connected and I felt him instantly relax. He had told me once that me being onstage with him calmed him down and I guess that was what I was doing. He lifted his hands and pushed them through my hair, deepening the kiss. I pulled him closer to me, ignoring the audiences inhuman noises.

"Do you know how ridiculous we look right now?" he whispered at me, breaking the kiss.

I turned my head to the left and stared into the crowd. Some were crying to their friends, some applauding, and some were filming it on their mobile phones. It was quite an odd sight to see two men on their knees crying into each others shoulders, let alone make out with each other. I smiled at them, pulling him closer into my shoulder.

"I dont care," I said, "I dont care how ridiculous I look because I'm with you."

I turned to him and pecked him on the cheek. His eyes sparkled with tears.

"Everything's gonna be okay, sugar."

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Well then. Welcome to my first story I've ever posted on my own account. And it's Frerard. And it's cute. So, tell me what you think
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