After The Break Up

Chapter 12

Frank's P.O.V

I drop to my knees and watched as Gerard drove away. Out of my life. I've lost him for good now. I really need to sort my head out.
"You okay?" Ray asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I shook my head. "No." I mutter. "I've fucked up really bad." I look up at him. "I waited fourteen years to be with Gerard. Now I've fucked it up." I sigh as a tear falls down my cheek. "But I love him so much. I don't want to be just a band mamber."
Ray sighed as Mikey crouched down infront of me.
"What DO you want, Frank?" Mikey asked.
"Gerard." I answered.
"No I mean what do you really want?" Mikey asked again. "If you don't want to be just band members?"
I didn't have to think about it. "I want Gerard. In my life. In my bed. In my heart. For the rest of my life. For the rest of our lives. I want to wake up beside him. Have breakfast with him. Laugh with him. Cry with him. Go to sleep in his arms. But only with Gerard. Through the good and the bad." I stop and look at Mikey.
Mikey gives me a shy smile. "Then you need to do whatever it takes to get your man."
I smile back at him. "Wait. Did Mikey fucking Way just give me permission to date his brother?" I fake a shocked look. "And he cracked a smile."
Mikey punched my arm. "You ass."

Gerard's P.O.V

I stared at the blank TV screen. Fourteen fucking wasted years. I spent all those years with a woman I didn't love. I didn't even try to love her. I wasted my life waiting for a jealous jerk.
I sighed as I busied myself making a mug of coffee. After I drank it I tidied the kitchen. Then I tidied the lounge. Before I knew it, I'd cleaned the whole house. But I still couldn't sit still. If I sat down, I thought of Frank. I had to keep busy. So I decided to plug in my ipod and listen to misfits.

Frank's P.O.V

I hope Gerard will listen to me. I need him. I knock on his front door. No answer. Then I hear Gerard singing. I look through the lounge room window and smile. Gerard is dancing round with his eyes closed, singing. He's got his back to me. He stops all of a sudden then rips the earphones out of his ears and throws the ipod across the room. Then he picks up a vase and throws it against a wall.
"Fuck you." He shouts to no one.
He upturns the coffee table. "Why do you have to be like this?" He knocks over a glass display cabinet. "I fucking love you, you prick."
He kicks a remote towards the window. It goes straight through the glass and lands on the grass near me. Glass surrounding it. "I've only ever loved you." The TV shatters as it hits the floor.
He heads for the hallway, smashing and destroying everything in sight.
I grab my phone. I need to get the guys to stop him before he hurts himself. It's my fucking fault after all. I group call Mikey, Ray and Bob.

Mikey: "What's up?"

Ray: "Is this a group call or summat?"

Bob: "Hey guys."

Me: "You all need to get to Gerards now."

Mikey: "Gerard? What's wrong with Gerard? Is he okay?"

Me: "No he's fucking not and it's all my fault."

Mikey: "What the fuck did you do to my brother? If you've done anything to hurt him, I'll fucking rip your fucking head off."

Me: "I haven't had chance. I knocked on the door and there was no answer. So I looked through the lounge window when I heard him singing. He was doing his ipod dance. Then he threw the ipod across the room and lost it. He's going room to room, wrecking everything in sight. His TV remote is in the grass outside the lounge window, surrounded by glass."

Mikey: "I'm on my way."

Bob: "Stay put. We'll be there very soon."

Ray: "Don't go anywhere till we get there."

The line went dead and I put the phone in my pocket. I tried to see where he was now. Upstairs I think. He was still shouting things. I'm assuming they were meant for me.
"Fourteen fucking years I've loved you for." A alarm clock flew out his bedroom window. "Fourteen fucking years wasted." His mattress followed the clock. "Wasted because you feel you can't fucking trust me." Yeah. It's definitely aimed at me. Another smashing sound. Then he lets out a humourless laugh. "Me fucking cheat?" Wood breaking. "I can't even look at anyone else. It's only ever been you, Frank." The breaking stops for a second as Gerard lets out a loud sob. "Your fucking killing me. Why can't I just forget you?" He screams then bits of wood from his bed fly out the window.
"What the fuck?" Mikey runs towards the front door. Ray and Bob in tow.
I follow them into the house. It resembles a demolition site. We head upstairs. Mikey quite a bit infront of us. The demolition stops as Mikey enters the bedroom.
"I'm here, bruv." Mikey coos.
I stay outside the bedroom, listening to Mikey trying to calm Gerard down. My heart breaking a little more each time Gerard speaks.
"Why, Mikey?" Gerard asks. "Why can't I stop thinking about him?"
"Because you love him." Mikey replied.
"I can't fucking love him." Gerard cries. "I have to find a way to stop. How do I stop loving him?"
I slide down the wall and pull my knees to my chest. What the fuck have I done?
"I don't know, Gerard."
"I can't do this. It fucking hurts so bad."
Bob and Ray stay outside the room too. Ray sits next to me and puts his arm round my shoulders as tears stream down my face.
"What do I do, Mikey?"
"What do you want to do?" Mikey asks.
Gerard snorts. "Kill myself." I let out a choked sob. "It's okay, Mikey. I won't do it."
"Good." Mikey mumbles. "I'd have to kill you if you did." He laughed. It was a dry laugh though. "What do you want, Gerard?"
Gerard didn't answer straight away. Then he sighed. "I want my Frank." My heart skipped a beat. "My Frank who never got jealous because he trusted me. Frank who I could have a laugh with. You know, MY Frank." He sobbed again. "I love him, Mikey. So fucking much."
"Maybe you should talk to him then?"
Gerard sighed. "I don't know what to do. I really love him but I can't keep dealing with the un called for jealousy."
I need to sort this. I stand up and walk into what used to be Gerards bedroom. He's sat on the floor with his head on Mikeys shoulder.
"I'll see someone about the pathetic uncalled for jealousy." He sits up and looks up at me as I speak. "I'll do whatever I have to, to keep you in my life. I love you, Gerard."

Notes

So Gerard decided to trash his house rather than Franks face. Frank feels very guilty. Rate and comment, please.xxx