Dark Frerard Smut

Only You

2007!Gerard
Revenge!Frank\ProRev!Frank (whichever you prefer)

Remember last oneshot when I said that my next one would be heart breaking and depressing? I cried while rereading :')

And just a trigger warning without giving too much away, this has mentions of anxiety and panic attacks. I may be writing harsh things but my intention is never to trigger anyone or cause any harm to the person reading ❤

xoxoxoxo

Frank stood in front of his own apartment door for what felt like the longest ten seconds of his life.

With one hand still on the handle, the other hand running through his hair in a poor attempt to calm himself down, he breathed. Told himself that it will be okay. He could stand being in the same room with Gerard and not have another mental breakdown. Or strangle him.

For a split second he wondered if he could stay like this in silence until the other man finally left, then make up some excuse for why he had not been able to open the door like "I fell asleep, sorry" or "I wasn't home".

But he knew that Gerard had set up the meeting just earlier that week. The "I forgot" card wasn't going to work, and Frank was just going to have to put up with it, put up with him for a little longer, sort things out with Gerard and then the latter would finally be out of Frank's life for good.

That thought was what eventually led Frank to unlock his front door and push it open gently, coming face to face with a disheveled looking Gerard, who was standing patiently at his doorstep with an assured but nervous smile on his face. In Frank's head, he was returning a polite half-a-smile - in reality, though, his lips didn't even twitch.

"Hi, Frankie," Gerard spoke softly. Frank could tell he was trying to make his words sound as cheerful as possible, but the tension between them shot the positivity down as soon as the words left the older's mouth; that is if the seething scowl from Frank hadn't done that already.

"Frank," he corrected bitterly. The smile on Gerard's face faltered briefly, before he cleared his throat rather loudly and looked down at the floor.

"Frank, right," he breathed. Disappointment was etched in his voice before his gaze returned to Frank's face, offering the latter a hopeful grin, "I brought you flowers."

The younger then glanced down at the flowers in question. He hadn't even noticed the modest bouquet of purple and pink lilies clutched in Gerard's hands, having looked strictly at his face the whole time. He frowned. "Why?"

"Because I thought you might like them," Gerard offered the poor excuse, biting his lip while Frank chewed on the inside of his cheek, narrowing his eyes before he took a step back and averted his gaze in a different direction.

"Just come in," he said quietly. Gerard was quick to step into the apartment wordlessly, understanding and accepting that Frank was not in the mood for small talk. Not with him, for that matter.

"Thanks for agreeing to meet up, by the way," Gerard remarked as the pair made their way towards the kitchen. The older gingerly sat himself down at the island, laying his backpack on the seat beside him while Frank headed for the coffee machine, standing with his back to the last person he wanted to be near right now.

"Well you said it would be easier than to sort it out over the phone, and I agree," the younger stated matter-of-factly. Gerard noted the monotonous hum in his voice, so unlike the Frank he used to know, the lively and happy boy whose laugh could melt anyone's heart instantly. That bright version of Frank hasn't been around for weeks now, and it caused the guilty knot in Gerard's stomach to tighten to a painful degree, holding back a small whimper in his throat as he turned to unzip his backpack, pulling out the papers containing everything they needed to go through.