Gerard's POV

There was one tiny window in my room, that let through one beam of dusty sunlight. This single ray woke me. Fuck, my head hurt. Why was I lying on the floor?
I opened my eyes.
Shit.
He'd brought down a pillow, covered me with a blanket. His muscular, lightly tattooed arm circled me, and I was nestled in his chest, one arm around his neck, the other holding his other hand.

Fuck! What had I done? I didn't notice I was trembling, or the smell of last night's vomit. Tears fell down my face again, quiet tears of pure sadness. I loathed myself. I had to forget about last September, but it haunted me, followed me, everywhere I went.
'Get something stronger.' A quiet voice hissed in my head, dripping with venom. 'Go on. What have you got to lose?' I looked at Frankie. The voice sighed.
'You know he doesn't care about you. Not really. Do it tonight.' I knew I had to.

~

Frank stirred. For now, I would pretend that he cared. A comforting thought, even if it was a lie.
He opened his eyes, but didn't smile.
'Gerard.' His tone was cold. Not good. I noticed he held me tighter than when he was sleeping though.
'You were a state last night. Do you remember?' His warm eyes were persistent, and I had to look away. He looked right through me.
My nod was almost non existent.
'What was that?' he demanded.
'Yes'. The word came out in a hoarse whisper.
'Now.' He stood up, and I pulled myself into an upright position.
'You are to go in the shower. I will tidy up in here, then we are going for a walk. Do you understand?' His tone was harsh and I winced.
'Yes.'
He helped me up, and I showered. Once I got out, I realized I'd brought a towel, but no clean clothes.
Shit shit shit. How could I fuck up so tremendously? I tentatively entered my bedroom. The mess was gone, but Frank was still sat there.
He smirked. Of course.
'Can I help you?' He was being mean, cruel. Man, I'd seriously pissed him off.
'Um..I forgot my clothes' My face flushed. I walked across the room to my chest of drawers, holding my towel firmly around my middle. I opened the draw that held my boxers. I didn't notice Frank creep up behind me, but I felt his arms encircle my waist.
'Need a hand?'
I let him do as he pleased; I thought he would hit me otherwise. He picked out a tight, black pair.
My face burning, I muttered 'Thanks'.
I picked a black shirt, and put it on without my towel slipping down. I slipped on a Smashing Pumpkins hoodie too.
He stood behind me, and when I turned to face him, he was stood with his arms crossed. There was no way he was leaving. My face flushed a deeper shade of crimson than ever before as I pulled the boxers up my legs without moving the towel. When I was sure I was covered up, I removed it and hung it on the door. As I did so, I realized it was my first shower for a couple of weeks. I noticed his stare, but ignored it. I went back to grab my jeans, and pulled them on too. I laced up my converse, and as I looked up, he was stood there.
'Ready?' He held out his hand and I looked at it. He wanted me to hold his hand? He kept it steady and smirked as he saw it dawn on me: I had no choice. I took it, and we walked out into the New Jersey breeze.

~

We walked, not in a companionable silence, but in one where I knew the storm was to come. We reached a massive oak tree, its massive branches weaving in and out of each other, the March sky an iron grey.
'What the FUCK. You drank a WHOLE FUCKING BOTTLE OF WHISKEY. YOU SMASHED IT! YOU WERE SICK! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO FUCKING DIE, GERARD!' His face was red as he screamed at me. I shrank away from him.
'You are NEVER to do that again, DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?' A lone tear fell from my eye.
'I SAID, DO YOU HEAR ME?'
'Y-yes..' I was dissolving into massive sobs again.
'Good' he mumbled. 'Come here, then.'
His anger had gone, and he held me. We sank down to the floor together, and he made comforting little noises, wiped away my tears, until the tears stopped.
'We're going to talk about this again.'
'Not today! Please!' I think he caught the catch in my throat.
'Not today.' He sighed and agreed. 'Let's get some breakfast. When did you last eat?'
I thought, and I couldn't remember. All I ever had was coffee and alcohol.
Frank took me home, and made me some toast. He made sure I ate it all.
'I have to get to the studio, Gee. Wanna come?' I shook my head.
'I just..I want to go to bed.'
He led me to my room, let me strip off to my boxers again, and tucked me in. He placed a fleeting kiss on my forehead.
'I love you, Gee. And I care, that was why I was mad.'
'I know. I love you too, Frankie.'

He flashed a smile before turning off the light. I fell asleep at once.

Notes

I've got some really nice feedback so far, thanks very much! Keep it coming. I'll probably add another chapter tonight; if I don't, happy new year:)
Em xo