~Time lapse – 2 months~
Shit! That can’t be right!
“Frankie! Baby get in here!” I shouted from the bathroom.
Within seconds, Frank was leaning on the bathroom door. “What’s wrong baby?” He asked, seemingly curious yet worried.
I showed him the object I was holding and he gasped. “Is it true?” He jumped up and down in excitement when I nodded.
“We’re gonna be parents Frankie!” I squealed, jumping lightly with him.
“You’re pregnant?!” Gerard screamed from the doorway.
“Yeah... Frank’s the father,” I said, wrapping an arm around his waist, his arm around my shoulders.
“Are you sure? I mean, we’ve had sex. A lot… so how do you know for definite?” He snapped, arms crossed over his chest.
“Because, if you remember, you used a condom every time we had sex so you can’t be the dad… I’m sorry,” I said and he looked at me, a look of shock on his face.
“What’s wrong Gee?” Frank asked, noticing Gerard’s facial expression.
“Um… well, before we broke up, the last time we had sex… the condom broke…” he tried to explain but I was having none of it.
“Why didn’t you tell me this?! I could’ve gotten pregnant by you! What if I wasn’t ready to have kids then?! You would’ve hated me if I aborted the baby. I know for definite that I’m ready to have a child now… And anyway, I’ve only missed 2 periods so it’s obvious that my baby is Frank’s. Honey? Can you ring the hospital to book an appointment for a scan please? I need to talk to Gerard… in private,” I said and Frank nodded and left Gerard and I in the bathroom. Alone.
“Why Leila? I’ve been so good to you! I’ve loved you and you loved me back. Why didn’t we work?” He asked me in a calm tone, clearly disappointed.
“It’s just that when Frank kissed me nearly 3 months back, I felt something spark between him and I that I’ve never felt between you and I,” I said, going over to him and rubbing his arm in an attempted comforting manner.
He jerked away but then pulled me into an embrace. I relaxed in his hold and rested my head on his chest.
“I understand Leila. We all get that sometimes with the wrong person. I’ve experienced it too… but to me, you were the one but if you don’t think I am, I get it. I’ll be here as a friend through it all okay,” he sighed, looking down at me and brushed some hair from my face.
He’s clearly lying about being okay with it! He’s doing this because I’m vulnerable right now. It’s not gonna work. Over my dead fucking body…
“Don’t you dare lie to me,” I snapped, pulling furiously from his grasp. “This is killing you inside. Don’t even fucking try to say that you are okay with me and Frank being together or that you’ll be here for me as a ‘friend’. That’s all just a bunch of bullshit and you know it! You want me back; you can’t seem to get it into that thick head of yours that I love Frank can you?” I yelled angrily at him.
“Alright, fine! I am jealous of how happy you and Frank are! I miss you okay; I still love you…” he yelled, “and I don’t think I can live with you because of that… because of the baby that should’ve been mine,” he almost whispered.
Frank came back upstairs. “It’s booked. Tomorrow at 12 okay?” He asked me, wrapping his arm back across my shoulders.
“Yeah! Sounds great! I wanna celebrate Frankie – about the baby, I mean,” I said, turning to face him.
“Yeah! I’ll invite the guys. Gerard, you’re invited too,” Frank said, beaming.
“Okay, what time shall I be ready for?” Gerard asked, a fake smile plastered on his face.
“Um… 7 okay?”
“Sure! I’ll be ready by then,” he replied, skipping happily back to his room, slamming the door behind him.
“Okay then. We’re going someplace nice. Do you have another dress you could wear or d’you wanna go shopping?” He said. He’s so caring!
“I’ve got another one, luckily!” I replied, laughing.

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~Gerard’s POV~
I threw everything I needed into bags and suitcases, making sure that I left out an outfit for tonight – ripped skinny jeans, a paint splattered shirt and by battered old converse. I’m not making an impression; it’s Frank and Leila, not the president for crying out loud!
I forgot to mention: I’m moving out. I don’t want to live with them knowing that she’s with Frank. Frank. My ex-best friend. The one I thought I could trust. The one I kissed on stage for the fans’ entertainment. Well, not anymore. No more kissing onstage; just 5 guys having a jam, enjoying themselves…
I ran downstairs and made sure that no one would see me bringing my shit down. Coast is clear. Perfect.
I ran back upstairs, grabbed my stuff and took it to the kitchen, grabbed my car keys and walked out of the door with everything. I dumped it all in the trunk of my car, locked it and went back inside. No one will suspect a thing. It just looks like I’ve had a clear out. I smirked to myself and walked back upstairs to my room.

Notes

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