Only Love (Hey Angel Face sequel)

That's What Makes This so Damn Hard

Your pov

Quietly, I laid in bed, crying. My heart hurt. As I laid there, already missing the boy of my dreams, there was a knock at the front door. To the best of my ability, I wiped away my tears, and tried to look presentable.

"Angel face! Angel face!" I heard as I ran to the front door.

My sadness magically disappeared when I heard his voice. Finally, I opened the door, and I was met with a completely beaten up Gerard. Blood stained his white button up while bruises were beginning to form all around his face and even more blood dripped from his lip and a cut on his forehead.

"Angel face! I have to tell you something." He held the biggest smile on his face.

"Gerard, what the fuck happened to you!?"

"Oh, uh, I beat up this guy. He called you some names, so I totally took him down." He explained, stepping inside.

"It looks like you're the one who got beat up."

"No no, you should see the other guy. Anyways, I-"

"We can talk later, let me tend to your wounds!" I pulled him into the bathroom.

"Mkay..." He spoke in a slightly irritated tone as he sat on the toilet seat lid.

"Punk boy, I think it's really sweet when you beat people up for me like that, but, look at your face! I don't want anything to happen to you..." I explained, pulling out the medical supplies from the medicine cabinet behind the mirror.

"But he called you a slut! I had to do something!" I giggled, resting a hand to his cheek and tilting his face up a tad.

"This is gonna hurt a bit..." I explained, holding a cotton ball with peroxide on it.

"I can take it."

"Alright..."

I stuck it on his forehead cut. He immediately held back a wince. Pulling the cotton ball away, I carefully stuck a little bandaid over the cut.

"You're really pretty..." He spoke, "Especially when you're all focused like that..." I smiled, but shook my head. He stood up and kissed me. My fingers grazed over his chest where he winced. Quickly, I pulled away.

"Punk boy, you okay?" He nodded. I sent a curious look, but finished patching up his face before asking, "All done." With a smile on his face, he took my hand and kissed me. My other hand fell over his chest, where he winced once again.

"Gerard..."

"I'm fine!" I hovered my hand over his chest. My fingers didn't even touch the fabric, yet, he winced.

"Take your shirt off," He smirked. I rolled my eyes, "Just do it." With his eyes on me, he did so.

Normally, the sight of my boyfriend's stomach and chest would send butterflies to my insides. Today, I didn't feel that. I only felt, saddened. Along his slightly chubby figure, dozens upon dozens of purple and blue bruises littered his skin.

"Oh Gerard, what the fuck happened!?"

"Spencer's a good puncher." I sighed.

"I can't really do anything for those."

"Well that's alright, you can keep enjoying the view anyways," I rolled my eyes as he smirked, "I know you like it babe." Okay yeah I do... of course I like it... but all those bruises... oh punk boy...

"C'mon, let's get outta the bathroom. Put your shirt back on."

"I don't think I will."

"Gerard..."

"Y/n..." We sent each other stares for a good ten seconds before he gave in, "Fine! I'll put my shirt on!" I giggled as he did so.

Once he had his blood stained button up back on, not bothering to put on the blazer, I led him to my bedroom. We sat together on my bed, nothing being said for a moment.

"Hey angel face?" I gazed over at punk boy, "Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah..."

"Uhm, well, I," He began, sitting up, and looking me in the eyes. My mind buzzed as to what it could possibly be, "Y'know that feeling that I was talking about? The way you make me feel?" I nodded, "Well, I figured out what it is," Finally, he took a deep breath, held my cheeks in his hands, and began again, "Y/n, I...I love you." My eyes went wide. Oh punk boy...

"I love you too," He smiled wide, "But, that's what makes this so damn hard," His smile faded away as he scanned my eyes, trying to figure out what could possibly be going on, "Gerard," I began, with tears threatening my eyes, "I'm... I'm moving."

"What!? No... no... you..." His eyes turned soft, "Please no..." He hugged me tight, not giving a damn about his nasty bruises, "You can't go... I love you..." By the sound of his voice I could tell he was holding back tears.

"Punk boy, I love you too. I don't wanna go... I wanna stay with you..." I sobbed, "You're the best thing that's ever happen to me..."

"Angel face..." His voice cracked as he finally gave in, and began to cry as well, "I can't lose you. My babe..."

There was no more speaking as we held each other close, sobbing. Gerard's cries broke my heart more than anything else. I've never heard Gerard cry... not until now... I'm gonna miss him so fuckin' much...

"Where are you... you moving to?" He murmured. I sighed.

"California..." He pulled away with the biggest tears in his eyes.

"California!? But that's... that's all the way across the country! Y/n..." He took my hands, "Why do you have to leave?"

"My parent's job. I have no say," He gazed down at the comforter, "And, I'll be leaving February thirteenth." His head shot back up.

"The thirteenth!? Seriously!? The day before Valentine's!? Angel face..." He hugged onto me once again, "Please tell me this is some kinda... kinda sick joke, or something!?"

"I wish it were."

"Oh angel face, there's so many things I wanna do with you, say to you. You can't go..." He pulled away, and held my face in his hands, "If you leave, I won't be able to keep you safe." I sent a sad smile.

"Gee, I can keep myself safe."

"Yeah, but... but what if some guy calls you a nasty name!? I can't just, go all the way to California and kick his ass!" He paused for a moment, gazing at me, "I can't let go..." My hands held his over my cheeks. I sighed.

"I wish it didn't have to be this way," He hugged me again, "Gerard, doesn't this hurt?"

"Uhuh, my heart hurts..."

"No! Your chest!"

"I'm pretty sure that's my heart."

"Punk boy," I pulled away.

"Oh, it was both..." He sighed, then fell into my bed on his side, "Angel face?" I hummed, laying beside him so my eyes were on his, "You're beautiful, so fuckin' beautiful. I need you to know that."

He caressed my cheek. Before I could speak, his lips were on mine. When he pulled away, he brushed a few hairs out of my face, and smiled.

"C'mere..." He spoke quietly. As I scooted towards him, he held an arm around me and kissed the top of my head, "Pumpkin..."

"Gee..." I laid as close as I could without hurting him. The room went quiet as he gently played with my hair and sent me sweet kisses. I'm gonna miss you so much my punk boy... so so much...

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I just broke your heart in under 1500 words. Currently, I'm watching the election and I am very scared. Pls stay safe everyone. Have a very safe day~peace out cheesebags