Struggling with more Ways than one

~Gerard's POV~
My alarm goes off, waking me up with a start. I rollover groggily, knowing that today I actually have to crawl out of bed, rather than spending the whole day with my beloved. The tour starts back up again today, and this time I have to leave Fletcher behind.
I sit up but Fletcher pulls me back down.
"Babe," I plead.
"Don't go, don't leave me." She mumbles.
I turn to her and take her face in my hands.
"You and I both know how much I wish I could but I can't."
"I know." She pouts.
"I love you." I whisper softly and kiss her lips.
"Give em hell kid." She laughs. I smile at her and go into the bathroom to change.
I apply my traditional makeup and put on my redtie and suit. I look at myself in the mirror.
My long hair is now down to my nexk and some of it is dyed a light red, I feel like removing the dye and adding a streak of blue but maybe later.
I go downstairs and meet the rest of the guys, surprised that we all slept here last night, and that bob had enough rooms to spare.
"Morning." They greet.
"Morning." I reply and grab a mug of coffee from a tierd looking Mikey.
"Sleep alright?" I ask, noting the dark circles under his eyes.
He looks hopelessley to frankie.
"Tell him." He mutters, rubbing my broters shoulder reassringly.
"I had an asthma attack last night."
The conversations in the kicthen fall silent at the news.
"Mikey are you sure you want o go on tour?" Ray asks concerned.
"Yes." Mikey blurts.
"Are you sure youre medically equipped for it?" I ask.
"I'm fine Gerard, I'm not a baby." He barks and storms out of the room, Frank following soon after. I sigh.
After we all finish breakfast and say our goodbyes, the band and I pack up our instruments and suitcases and head off to the parking gararge where our tourbus is at. When we arrive a wave of excitement rushes over me.
"Our first tourbus." I scream excidely and rush onto it with my things. I inhale deeply, the new bus smell wont be here or long; soon it will be replaced by the scent of sweaty bandmates and cigarette fumes. I smile when mhy eyes lay on a desk, there's note on it that says:
For gerard, from brian.
Oh brian, our manager is the best.
Everyone else boards the bus and takes a bunk while I lay out some of my concept art for a new comic. I think I'm going to call it The Umbrella Academy. It's still in the works, but I'm really excited about it. The guys eventually go back to bed since it's still early in the morning but I stay in the bathroom, deciding what to do with my hair. Since it's summer I feel like cutting my hair short, so I do. I cut it and dye the top half of it blonde, I go out to greet the guys and they like it. I take a selfie and send it to Fletcher. My phone dings and I expect it to be fletcher but it's Kat.
'Hey shes in the bathroom right now, but damn, thats rad Gee.'
I feel myself blush as I reply.
'Tell her I wish I could be there with her.' My heart aches.
'She said she wishes that too and she likes your new haircut.'
'Is she finished?' I ask, just wanting to text my wife to see if she's okay.
'I'm back and tierd I love you though.'
'Alright, so long and goodnight.'
'night.'
I slip my phone in my pocket, when Brian comes out. The bus stops and he opens up the blinds.
"Ew sunshine." I mumble.
"Welcome to warped tour boys."

Notes

yayyyy warped tour! Sorry about the confusion from a few chapters ago. I deleted the original chapter 52 and replaced it with something relevant and not so much what the actual fuck.

DONT FORGET TO RATE COMMENT AND SUBSCRIBE!!!! XOXO :)