"This is for my girl back home. Sweetheart, I hope to see you soon," I smiled at the television in front of me, watching my crimson haired boyfriend move around the screen.

Gerard and I have been going out for a while, ten months to be exact, long enough to get a place together.

It was now Christmas Eve, I was sitting at home by myself, only just beginning to feel better after a winter flu and watching Gerard have the time of his life onstage.

At first he'd insisted on cancelling the concert so he could stay at the small house and take care of me, sniffles and all but I knew how badly he's dreamed of playing at Madison Square Garden and forced him to go.

No matter how sick I was I know I made the right choice.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need. I don't care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. Baby all I want for Christmas, is you," I smiled gleefully as I heard the song began to play.

Although we hadn't been dating at first, Gerard and I had been friends for five years and every Christmas he'd sing All I Want For Christmas Is You because he knew how much I loved it and after a while it became tradition.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas there is just one thing I need. And I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. I don't need to hang my stocking way above the fireplace," I'll never not feel happy while seeing him sing, his voice just conveyed so much emotion it was impossible not to feel the same as him.

"Santa Clause won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas day. And I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. Oh baby all I want for Christmas is you, you baby," I was more than slightly tempted to start squealing like a fangirl but settled with clutching the blanket I was wrapped up in instead.

For some reason one of the traits Gerard found so endearing about me was my habit of curling up as small as possible as a form of comfort.

"I wont ask for much this Christmas. I wont even wish oh I wont even wish. I wont even wish for snow. I'm just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe. I won't make a list and send it to the North Pole for St Nick. Won't even stay awake to hear the magic reindeer play," I grabbed the buttons from beside me and turned the tv up louder, I can't be at MSG so I might as well try to experience it from home.

"Cause I just want you here tonight, holdin' on to me so tight. What more can I do? Oh baby all I want for Christmas is you, oh baby. Oh our lives are shinin' surrounding everywhere. Where the sounds of children's laughter fills the air. And everyone is singin' oh I hear those sleigh bells ringin'. Santa wont you bring me the one I really need? Won't you bring back my baby to me?" My grin grew wider when he purposefully waved at the screen and I waved back, knowing it was me he was smiling for.

He's only been gone for two days and I miss him so much, I want him to come home, to me so I can cuddle him and never let him go again.

"Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas, this is all I'm askin' for. I just want to see my baby standing right outside my door. I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you, you, it's you, you, oh baby. All I want is you..." By the end of the song I'd pulled my knees up to my chest and was feeling sleepy, his voice having a calming effect on me.

Another song started, Teenagers, and I attempted to keep my eyes open but couldn't no matter how hard I tried. I'd already been tired from staying up till eleven to watch him but by this point I was exhausted.

I grabbed one of the pillows next to me and put it at the end of the couch before laying down. I hope he'll forgive me for falling asleep, I wish I could have been there for him.

I'm a bad girlfriend, Jamia, Christa and Alicia are there for their guys but I'm here, on the sofa, being completely useless and practically nonexistent.

The last thing I saw before falling asleep was Gerard strutting around the stage in a way he knew drove me absolutely crazy.

~~~

There was a shifting feeling on the large couch and I groaned, not appreciating the mistake of falling asleep in a position that'd make my body ache.

Why does my brain always make me sleep in the most uncomfortable places ever?

The next thing to register with me was the feeling of an arm going under my knees and back, slowly lifting me up.

I sleepily opened my eyes to see the angelic and gently smiling face of Gerard who was still wearing his scarf and hat from the earlier concert.

It was so unfair that he got to look so adorable, especially after sweating for an hour onstage in front or a crowd of thousands.

Then on top of it was his bright red hair peaking out underneath his stupid snow hat that we both loved to make fun of.

"Geebear," I mumbled, leaning my head against his warm chest as he tightened his grip, "where are you taking me?"

"To bed, it's alright, Love. Just go back to sleep," I nodded and snuggled up against him, letting exhaustion overtake me once more.

~~~

Mmm, so warm.

I could feel the heat of Gerard's form next to me and put an arm around his waist. His lips brushed against my hair and ran his fingers up my skin, making me smile before I'd even properly woken up.

I can't believe it was that long ago when we were only friends, neither of us willing to say how much we liked each other.

It seemed better for us to be in love, our friendship had always been awkward anyway. There'd been constant underlying sexual tension and sometimes things could get really awkward.

We'd flat out refused to be in a spin the bottle game together at parties for example and his face would go bright red when he saw me in a bikini.

Of course I'd had my moments around him too, I almost passed out once when I walked into the bands dressing room before a show to find him getting changed. Then there was the time I woke up in bed next to him after a night at a bar, thinking we'd slept together I panicked and almost convinced him we'd done it as well.

It'd been three months ago when Gerard and I went over to Ray's flat. Frank and Mikey were there and the second they saw Gerard and me holding hands, with sheepish grins, they knew what was up.

Frank had sighed and handed a small wad of money to Ray who looked in a better mood than usual, it was obvious they had a bet going on.

Of course it wasn't just Frank and Ray who betted, Gerard and I had a wager of our own over when Frankie planned to finally pop the question to Jamia.
I won.

We were close knit bunch, it took a while for outsiders to be accepted but once they were in it'd be like we've always known them. Sometimes I wonder what I'd do if I didn't have the band, then I remember that it must be my fate and there was no way around it.

"You awake, Gee?" I asked, lifted my head to smile at him which got me a smile in return before he intentionally messed up my hair.

"Yeah, but the question is...are you?" He wore a huge cheeky smirk that he rarely showed to anyone other than me.

I propped myself up on an elbow and scanned the room, instantly seeing what was off.

"Where the hell are we?!"

Instead of the dark grey wallpaper I was so familiar with the room was brown, the walls completely bare with the exception of one huge window that had the most amazing view of a snow coated park that I'd ever seen in my entire life, there weren't enough words for it.

"Gerard," I whispered, climbing to the end of the bed and that was different, just like the room, "this is the place we kept looking at."

We'd been apartment searching for ages, wanting to move closer to work for him and nearer to my parents for me. There were so many places we'd seen but they we're either too small, not close enough or way out of out price range, this one had been ridiculously expensive.

He loved this place as much as I did but we both knew he couldn't afford it, neither could I and it was shocking to wake up to my dream apartment, the last thing I remember seeing before I went to sleep was Gerard's smiling face surrounded by our small house.
Now, I'm here?
It was shocking.

"How did you afford this?" I got off the bed and went to the window, him following me in his silky boxers and t-shirt that weren't all to different from my nightwear.

"The albums been selling really well and I've been putting some money from tours on the side ever since we came here. I want you to be happy, even when I'm not here," Gerard walked up and put his arms around my waist, chin against my shoulder and I pressed against him, "are you feeling better?" He asked, as I watched the snow lightly falling across the city, continuing to make the place even more beautiful.

"I'm great, I just wish my cold would have gone away in time for your show. I'm so sorry, Gee." I still felt horrible for it, especially when he woke me up to something as amazing as a brand new flat for us to live in together.

"It's alright babe, there'll be many more shows," he kissed me lightly on the cheek and I giggled before turning around and gazing lovingly at him, "and many more Christmases," he added as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him right on the lips.

He leant forward and I brought my arms up before linking my hands behind his neck as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I moaned and almost completely forgot that we weren't in the same house and would never live in the old place again, it was just Gerard and I, together.

"I've got an idea, how about we christen the bed...or the floor?" He suggested, breaking away from me and I raised an eyebrow at the thought of Christmas sex.

"I can one up you, what about the entire apartment?" He grinned and I wanted to throw him onto the bed.

"I need just need to get something out of the other room. You stay here, maybe close the curtains and I'll be right back," I got another quick kiss then unlaced my fingers so he'd be able to get away despite not wanting to let go.

I took a deep breath to get my clarity back since I wouldn't have it in a couple of moments if things went the way I wanted them to. I still can't believe he did this, Gerard must have gone insane or maybe there's another reason. I don't know, I'm so happy I can't even get my head straight.
This is the biggest Christmas present anyone's ever had the best I've ever gotten at least.

Allowing my smile to completely take over I turned around and glanced out the huge window then went to the two buttons on the wall that controlled the curtain and pressed 'close' the heavy fabric slowly covering the glass, whatever view someone from the outside might have would be obstructed, allowing Gerard and I privacy.

I could hear him in the other room, muttering random things that weren't loud enough for me to clearly hear so I gave up, going to the adjoining bathroom to see if I looked presentable for our upcoming activities.

My hair was slept on and kinda messy but that was fine, I hadn't been wearing makeup when I fell asleep so there wasn't any messy mascara to worry about not that I think it'd matter to Gerard, he wasn't a superficial person.

He's so special, sometimes I wonder if I did something really good in a past life to get him in this one, mind you I've heard him say almost the exact same thing out loud to me. The romance between us could get sappy enough to make the guys gag, that's if they weren't with their wives or practising their tunes.

"Shit!"

I came running out of the bathroom when I heard Gerard's raised voice. Okay, I will admit that as perfect as he may be, Gee doesn't take the cake when it comes to coordination. I've seen him just walking around then suddenly falling over, he hadn't even had anything to drink, it's like his feet are out to get him.

"Gee, are you alright?" He was sitting on the floor in the arch separating the bedroom from the living room, he was radiating the same awkwardness you could see whenever he tripped.

"Yeah, my foot caught on the frame and down I went. I think I might have hurt my leg a little though, can you help me up?" I hurried over and grabbed his outstretched hand, having to grab his arm as well since he was much bigger than me.

He grunted and managed to move from his butt to his knees before seeming to give up and not budging another inch.
The grimace he'd been wearing changed to a smirk and I was thrown off guard, I'd thought he was in pain.

"You seem to have something above your head," with his free hand Gerard pointed at the top of the doorframe, trying to resist the urge to panic because my mind immediately thought of a crapload of spiders.

It was a sprig of mistletoe, taped right above us, as clear as day.

He had to be the biggest sweetheart I've ever met, he's the only guy I've ever met who would even care about mistletoe let alone put it up when he didn't have to.

"Aww, Geebear," I grinned and looked down at him, my hands flying to my mouth when I saw what he was doing.

Gerard had moved and was kneeling on one knee, his hazel eyes shiny with a small black velvet box sitting comfortably in his long fingered hands.
I think every girl in the universe had the ability to recognise that certain object when and if the time came, my brain put a name to it before I'd even realised what Gee was doing.

"You make every morning brighter, I feel like I can't breath when you're not with me and ever since we met I've been wanting to tell you how much I love you. I wanted you to be mine and only mine for eternity. I was afraid some unworthy guy would snatch you up before I could," my eyes started watering, I never thought I'd be the kind of person to cry in this situation but apparently I was, "but I won, I got you first and I never want to let you go for as long as I live."

The hands that I'd placed over my mouth began to shake and I felt tears on the verge of escaping, waiting for him to say the words that'd send them over the edge.

"Would you do me the great honour of becoming my fiancé and hopefully, one day, my wife?"

He barely gotten the chance to open the box before I flung myself at him, knocking both of us to the ground with a hug so tight it was almost lethal, "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Gerard laughed as he sat back up, pulling my with him and somehow managing to hug me tighter, my eyes closed and my soul basked in the happiness, I know it sounds stupid but it's true and that's exactly how I felt.

"I can I officially announce that I'm the happiest man alive?" He joked, picking up the box beside as and retrieving the ring inside, a diamond as such occasions demanded but different from anything I'd ever seen before.

"It's so beautiful," I breathed as he pushed the engagement ring onto my fingers, the colours standing out brightly against my pale skin.

"Originally the ring was made up of one diamond and two rubies but I know how much you love black so I got the jeweller to take one out and replace it with onyx," I was at a level of happiness where I couldn't find the words to say anything an just opened and closed my mouth like a fish searching for air, "the other ruby...was saved for something special."

I didn't even care what the 'something special' was, I'd be on a high from this for the rest of my life, I finally understand how all the other girls feel.

"I love you so much," I told him, grabbing Gerard by the shirt and pulling him to me, crushing his lips with mine and pushing him to the carpeted floor.

Without needed to say anything else he got the idea when I began to tug his shirt up, fumbling from all the energy between us and the excitement of the day ahead that mixed together to create an aura of lust in the air.

"I love you too. You're mine, Love," he dragged my singlet off, tossing it carelessly away and funnily enough, when we went looking for it later the scrap of fabric had been hanging from the Christmas tree he'd mysteriously been able to get here along with me.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need. I don't care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. Baby all I want for Christmas, is you," he sung, his voice lower than usual while running his hands down my waist to the boxers of his I'd stolen three years ago.

"Baby is it?" I said, smirking at him as my shorts joined my singlet.

"Oh yes it is and you can call me after whatever sound leaves your lips during the next hour."

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