“Oh my god!”

I jumped up a little, hearing the voice before my body protested against the movements. Oh god, why had I drunk so much? I glanced over to the door, where my mum was stood, a look of shock on her face, though she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at Gerard.

Oh crap.

“Shh, don’t wake him up.” I whispered, ignoring the pounding in my head as I reached over and grabbed my boxers, tugging them on under the covers before slipping out of the bed and walking over to the door, leading my mum out into the hall.

“Frank, I know you’re eighteen, but what do you think you’re doing bringing him back here?!” She hissed.

“Mum!” I sighed, closing the bedroom door, tugging her a little further away. “Look, it’s not like he’s a stranger, he’s my..-“ I began, though I couldn’t say teacher, she would have gone mad. I cleared my throat, running a hand through my hair. “He’s my boyfriend.”

She just looked at me, a look of confusion on her face. “Your boyfriend? How come you haven’t said about him before?”

“I..” Crap, I had to make something up. “He hasn’t.. Officially come out yet and he was shy about telling anyone.” I murmured with a faint smile. “He’s real shy..”

“Oh.” She bit her lip, frowning a little in thought. “How old is he?”

Shit. “Uh, twenty two..” I murmured with a small shrug. “It’s not a big deal, I mean, I’m eighteen now.. it’s only four years difference, that’s no different to you and dad..”

She sighed again, nodding her head a little. “I guess, you are eighteen now.. But you’re always gonna be my baby.” She smiled, making me roll my eyes.

“So where did you meet him?”

“I..-“

“Hey Frankie..” Gerard said nervously, stood there in just his jeans as he walked out of my bedroom.

“Hey Gee..” I smiled faintly and moved to his side. “I was just telling mum that you hadn’t come out yet, so that’s why she didn’t know about you..” I murmured, taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, yeah.. Yeah I’ve always been a bit shy..” Gerard said with a faint smile before looking down at me.

“Well no need to be shy here.” She smiled a little before looking down at our laced hands, soon frowning. “Why are you wearing a wedding ring?” She asked, her eyes widening a little. “Oh god, you two didn’t get married, did you?”

Gerard’s eyes widened and let go of my hand. “Oh, no.. I was uh, so drunk last night.” He laughed, taking his wedding ring off. “It’s just a ring.. My dad gave it to me when I was younger, must have just put it on the wrong finger drunkenly..” He chuckled, slipping it into his jeans pocket.

I mentally breathed a sigh of relief when my mum seemed to accept that answer.

“Drink does crazy stuff to us, eh?” She laughed gently. “You can stay for dinner if you want?”

“Oh, I’d love to but, I have to get going.. Y’know, Christmas is getting close, I have a lot to do, but.. Another time.. Maybe..?”

“Of course.” She smiled and hugged us both before making her way down the stairs.

“Oh my god.” I whispered before turning to look at Gerard. “Well I think that went well..” I laughed slightly and cuddled into him.

***
Finally washed and dressed; me and Gerard made our way down the stairs, towards the front door. Mum was in the kitchen cooking, so thankfully we wouldn’t be quizzed anymore. “I’ll see you on Monday.” I whispered, leaning up to kiss him slowly, letting my eyes close over.

He slid his arms around my way and kissed me back, only pulling away when we both needed to breath. “See you Monday.” He smiled. I watched him climbing into his car and waved, before closing the door, breathing a happy sigh. Things were going so well.

***

Gerard’s POV.

I glanced at my house, the lights were on so I knew Zack was in. Crap, I was in trouble.

“Baby I’m home..” I said as I walked in, closing the door behind me.

“Where the fuck have you been?!” Zack whimpered, swallowing harshly. “I knew you were going out drinking but fuck, I expected you to come home!”

“I’m sorry.” I said quietly. “You know how it is, we all went back to his place and drank more and we just all passed out there.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

“Right..” Zack said quietly. “Gerard, why aren’t you wearing your engagement ring?”

“I.. I didn’t want to lose it. You know how drunken nights can get.. I put it in my pocket to keep it safe.” I smiled, slipping my hand into my pocket and holding up the ring. “See.” I smiled, slipping it back onto my finger. “Nice and safe.”

“Yeah, I know what drunken nights are like.” He whispered, biting his lip. “Gerard is there something you want to tell me? You’ve been acting odd for a while now, it’s worrying me..”

Well yeah, there was a lot to tell him. I didn’t want to get married. I loved him but I wasn’t in love with him. I was in love with someone else, called Frank, who was also one of my students, who I’d spent the night with the night before. I doubted any of that would go down well.

“No, nothing.” I said, hoping my expression didn’t give anything away.

“Are you cheating on me?” He asked quietly. Well, there was my chance to say I was Maybe things wouldn’t end so badly if I admitted everything now?

“I mean, you’re showing all the signs.” He carried on, interrupting my thoughts. “Staying out all night, taking your ring off, hardly any sex.. You only say you love me when I say it first..”

Fuckfuckfuckfuck! “No.” I said, before my brain had chance to even think of an answer. Well I’d already denied it now.. Shit. “No of course I’m not cheating on you.” I whispered, pulling Zack into a gentle hug. “Of course I’m not..” I sighed, biting down onto my bottom lip though Zack couldn’t see my expression, he was busy clinging onto me for dear life.

How had I got myself into this mess?