Frerard OneShots (finished)

LXV - Just Sleep

[i got my new schedule and i have 8 hours of school three times a week and the other two days are 5 hours like why dont they just shoot me in the face itd be the same outcome

anyway F's pov and full-on fluff enjoy]

I woke up in the middle of the night--it was still dark out--and turned around in bed to squint at the alarm clock on my night stand--2 am. Awesome.

With a groan, I turned back around to cuddle close to Gerard--my fiancé--just to find the spot empty. Hastily, I patted the mattress as if I would've missed Gerard but he wasn't there.

I couldn't even remember if he was there when I fell asleep.

Sighing, I rolled onto my back and stretched my arms and legs out like a starfish.

I hated sleeping by myself.

I always felt so lonely and cold, having Gerard with me was just better. When we had first gotten into our relationship, I was embarrassed to admit that--I didn't want to be clingy. But Gerard had only chuckled, told me that it's cute, and that I shouldn't worry; as long as he was my boyfriend, I would never have to feel lonely and cold at night.

And now he's my fiancé.

I'm a lucky bastard.

So, deciding that I might as well have an after-midnights-snack, I threw the blanket off and got up.

With light tip-taps, I walked down the hall and to the kitchen; Gerard had probably fallen asleep in the living room and I didn't want to wake him. Yes, he had told me I wouldn't be lonely and cold, but I wasn't going to steal his precious few hours of sleep for my selfish reasons. Besides, if he was lying on the couch, he could get as much rest as if he would be lying in bed, it didn't make a difference.

But when I passed the living room and spied inside, he wasn't there.

I was a bit confused but my growling stomach quickly pulled my attention back to the task at hand. Right, food. I needed something to eat.

With quick steps, I entered the kitchen, stopped in the doorframe, patted along the wall until I found the light switch, turned the light on, and stepped over to the fridge. I opened the fridge door and leaned over to look inside. I looked over the things in front of me, not really fond of any of them, until one container caught my eye.

We still had some left-over lasagna.

It was my favorite. Gerard had this awesome receipt from his grandmother but he always left out the meat because of me. Once, he had said that the vegetarian version wasn't as good as the original (it still wasn't bad) but he would still make it for me.

He's so lovely.

I couldn't hold back the excited grin that spread over my face as I took the container out and closed the fridge with my hip. After taking a fork with me, I made my way back down the hall.

Until I saw some light shining through the small gap between the door and doorframe of Gerard's office.

Well, office was the fancy name. It was more like his own room where he could do whatever he wanted; he painted and wrote a lot in there, sometimes he would be in there for hours and I'd have to lure him out for dinner.

I had my own office, too, I just didn't use it as much. Gerard needed more space than I did, he needed more time to himself, away from people. And I knew it wasn't because he didn't love me or anything but because his social battery was just drained quicker than mine. And I respected that.

Sometimes, when he had a particularly big project he was working on, he would stay in there for hours on end. I'd only go in every few hours, making sure he ate and drank enough and took breaks so he wouldn't work himself to death.

He had a tendency to be extremely intense at times.

Gently, I knocked against the door, then creaked it open farther and spied inside.

Gerard sat in his office chair, slumped over and lying on the desk with his arm as a make-shift pillow. He still wore his reading glasses and had some ink smeared across his cheek, and he was lying on some papers that he probably had been working on.

With a soft sigh at how adorable he looked, I tip-tapped over, set the container with the lasagna down, and brushed some hair behind his ear.

He was so, so pretty.

Gently, I took his glasses off and put them aside, then shook his shoulder. "Gee, hey," I said, quietly, and kissed his cheek. "You gotta go to bed, love, or your back's gonna hurt, just like last time."

He grumbled a bit, then reached up to rub the sleep out of his eye. When he was finally aware that he was awake, he looked at me in confusion. "Frankie? What time is it?"

I couldn't help but smile at his raspy sleeping-voice. "It's two in the morning, dear, you need to get into bed."

Slowly, he nodded, probably not even processing my words. "Yeah, okay." He yawned and rubbed his eye for another moment before he finally got out of his seat.

"What were you even working on?" I asked, taking his hand and leading him back to the door; I left the lasagna on his desk but that was okay. I could put it away the next morning, sleep was more important now.

Gerard sighed heavily, and he was barely even able to keep his eyes open. "Wanted to write you a poem."

My interest peaked at that. "A poem?" I carefully tugged him out of the office, flicked the light out, and closed the door. "Why?"

With a dorky smile, he lifted my hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. "'Cause I love you."

I swore, my heart would give out from his adorableness eventually.

"I love you, too, dear," I said, getting onto my tippy-toes and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "But the poem can wait, okay? You need to sleep properly now."

Slowly, he nodded as I pulled him down the hall. "Yeah, okay. Sleep sounds good." He stayed quiet for a second, blinking slowly when we entered our bedroom. "Wait, why were you awake?"

I pushed the door shut, then pulled him over to our bed. "Just needed something to drink," I said; he would feel bad if I told him I hadn't been able to eat 'cause I took care of him and I didn't want that. It would be easier if he didn't know. "Now, come on, let's put your pajamas on, hm?" I opened the closet and took one of his pajamas out, then sat him down on the bed and started to unbutton his shirt.

Gerard was on the brink of falling asleep again. "I could do that myself, y' know," he said, barely surpressing another yawn.

Grinning in amusement, I nodded and brushed some hair away from his face before kissing his forehead. "I know."