Only Love (Hey Angel Face sequel)

He Loves Me

Gerard and I still lay together on my bed. He was having a hard time letting me go. Figuratively and literally. Either way, I didn't mind, since I couldn't as well. My love for this boy had grown so much just over a couple of weeks. That love wanted to stay.

"Babe?" I hummed, "You're beautiful." He kissed the top of my head.

"You are too..." As he held me, I did everything I could to absorb as much of his warmth as I could. I never wanna forget what this feels like... what he feels like... my love...

"Angel face, I'm gonna have to head home soon." I looked up to him with sad eyes. His cheeks were tear stained and red while he shed no more tears.

"Do you have to go?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'd stay all night long but, I dunno if I can wear this to school." He chuckled, referring to his, once white but now red button up.

"Okay," We both got up from the bed and began towards the front door, "I'm gonna miss you..."

"I'm gonna miss you too, babe," Before he walked outside, he held me close, once again ignoring his nasty bruises, and kissed me, "I'll see ya tomorrow."

"Yeah," He opened the front door, when I remembered something, "Gerard," He turned, "Your blazer is still in the bathroom." He smirked.

"What? You don't wanna keep it?" He snickered. This boy is gonna be the death of me...

"I'll go grab it." I did so, but remembered something else, something that my mom had said. "You don't leave behind your family or the ones you love.
He did, and never looked back."

"Maybe I don't have to go..." I whispered to myself.

"Angel face?" Gerard asked, now standing in the bathroom as well, "You okay?"

"Uhm, yeah, just... thinking..." He smiled, then hugged me, "Punk boy?"

"Yes angel face?"

"Do you really love me?"

"Of course I do. You mean the world to me," He kissed my head before pulling away, "I'll take that..." He took the blazer from my hands, but before he could run off, I pulled onto his shirt, forcing his lips to mine.

"Gerard?" I spoke in a hushed tone as I rested my forehead against his.

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna do everything I can to stay. I wanna be with you. Gerard, you're the first person who's ever really taken an interest in me. Yeah, your execution wasn't very good," He chuckled, causing my heart to flutter, "But I don't wanna leave that behind. I'm just gonna end up at another shitty school with more shitty people and I-" He took my hand.

"Babe, it'll be okay. It's gonna feel like hell when you're gone, so we gotta make these next few weeks count," I smiled, "Believe me, I don't wanna let you go either. You're my babe!" I giggled, then he pressed his lips back to mine, "I should get going." He pulled away.

"Mkay..." We walked back to the front door. I stood outside with him for a moment, "Wait, did you walk here!?" I asked, not seeing his car.

"Ran, actually," He smirked.

"While you were injured?" He nodded, I giggled, "You're a doofus..."

"No you!" I sent a look, "Okay, you're not a doofus." I giggled.

"Punk boy, I'll see ya tomorrow."

"See ya angel face." He kissed my cheek, just as it began to snow.

"Wait!" I ran back inside, grabbed his scarf, and ran back outside before wrapping the scarf around his neck, "You might need this."

"Thanks..." I waved him off, he waved back, and walked off into the winter wonderland. Punk boy... I don't wanna leave you...

As I began to shiver from the cold, I ran back inside, and laid back in bed until my parents came home. The tears had came back.

"Y/n! Y/n...?" My mom walked in. She sent a sorrowful look as I lay, miserable on my bed, "Are you okay?" Are you okay!? Seriously!? No! Of course I'm not!

"No..." She took a seat at the end of my bed, "Gerard came by."

"Yeah? How was that?"

"He told me that he loves me," I hesitated, "And, I love him too."

"Really? That's great!"

"Mom, we can't leave." She sighed.

"We have to leave. We could lose our jobs-"

"You said that we don't leave behind family or the ones we love. I love Gerard! This is just like-"

"This is nothing like what your father put us through," Her voice became more stern, "Your father had a choice in leaving us. You don't. He could've stayed! But no," She sounded as if she were going to cry now, "He took one look at you and was gone. A family isn't what he wanted. I'm not even sure if he wanted me..." Finally, she broke down into tears, and my dad rushed in. Shit...

"I-... I'm sorry. I just-"

"I know this is gonna be a tough move for you. But... but after your father left, I met your dad. Maybe you'll find someone new, just like I did." I sighed, not wanting to speak in fear of her crying even more. But Gerard... I can't... ugh... I hate this! My punk boy...

"And, you could always call him and all that." My dad said, trying to fix the situation. I guess so... still hurts... hugs and kisses... gone...

"Why don't you get yourself cleaned up? Dinner's ready."

"I'm not hungry..." I spoke. My insides are too full of sorrow to eat...

"Okay, you know where the food is if you change your mind." They finally left the room, and I was back to being by myself. My phone buzzed, so I grabbed it off the nightstand.

Punk boy: have u told anyone else abt u moving?

Me: no, not yet, idk when I will :/

Punk boy: alright, I won't say anything, luv u babe

I smiled to myself.

Me: I luv u 2 punk boi <3

He's so sweet... I love him so much... my Gerard... punk boy... Gee... just a month ago I couldn't even imagine myself in this position... one month ago I'd have been happy to move... but it's not one month ago... not anymore... ugh...

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Damn, kinda an upsetting chapter. Last three have been pretty upsetting. I have a nicer chapter planned soon so you guys can quit suffering for a bit lmao. Have a sweet day~peace out cheesebags