Gerard's POV

I fumbled for my keys, my arms full of groceries. Frank was seeing his family in New Jersey, and he was home in a few days. We lived in a quiet block of apartments, in a California building. My Chemical Romance were on a bit of a breather; we had just finished touring with Three Cheers. I pushed open the door to our building, and turned to the elevator.
'Oh for fuck's sake.' I cursed under my breath at the out of order sign. Oh well. I started to climb the stairs; there were seven floors before home.
As I climbed each flight, I thought about my roommate. I missed him, a lot. I smiled at a memory of a heated argument, which bizarrely ended in.. well. A kiss. My thoughts turned to a woman I'd met at a show. Her name was Lindsey. There was something between us, and I kissed her backstage. I fucked her in a hotel room. She was sweet; maybe I should call her again.
And my band! My wonderful bunch of misfits. Matt was a dick though..I was glad we found such an amazing replacement so quickly, ready to shoot videos. I smirked at the memories; I knew this band would never end.

I climbed the last flight of stairs, and turned a corner to the door. Everything was as it should be, everything in place, except a weeping girl in the frame of my door.
I placed the shopping down, and approached her carefully, quietly. I pushed back my soft mop of black hair, and examined her. She was blonde, with beautiful blue eyes that darted at me, swimming with tears. She stared at me, terrified, her fragile body clothed in a too-big hoodie and black jeans. She threatened to snap with each sob, and tried to push my arm away when I reached my hand out to her, to help her up. Her attempt was so pathetic, it was heartbreaking. I held my hand out to her, steady, persistent. She finally took it, with trembling fingers. I smiled, and gently helped her to her feet. She looked about sixteen. I squeezed her hand, and pulled her into my chest. She was stiff for a second, but then loosened up and cried as I held her. She just sobbed, and sobbed, like she was crying out years' worth of tears.
'Shh. It's gonna be okay. C'mon. C'mon.' I made soothing noises, and stroked her straight blonde hair. I opened my front door, awkwardly holding her still, and led her on to my couch. I nipped to grab my groceries, and put them on the side of the kitchen, shutting my door behind me.

'Now' I said as I settled myself down on the sofa, and put my arm around her 'who do we have here?' I spoke very gently. The last thing I wanted to do was scare this kid away. She'd stopped crying now, but her voice was still cracked and quiet.
'My...my name's Emma. But call me Em, please.'
'And mine is Gerard.' She turned to look at me, and a flicker of recognition dashed across her face.
'Gerard...Gerard Way?' I nodded. 'Oh. I like your band, very much.'
'Thanks Em.' I held her a little tighter. 'Why were you sat outside my door?' I stroked her arm, comforting her as much as I could. Although we had only just met, I knew that we'd get on well. Gut instinct.
'My Mom and Dad were fighting..and they kicked me out. I came here, because they'd never think to look out of town.' She started to weep very quietly.
'How long have you been running?' This was draining her, I could tell.
'A couple of weeks.' As I held her, I could tell she hadn't eaten in as long. I frowned.
'Okay. You're gonna be fine.' I picked her up, her to weary to protest. She drifted off on the short walk to the spare room. I undid her jeans, and pulled them off. They were filthy. I pulled off her hoodie too; luckily it was one that zipped around her. I left her in her long sleeved shirt. She was asleep, sound asleep, not the hazy drifting while I undressed her. I tucked her in to the big double bed, and planted a kiss on her forehead. I left the clothes, but turned out the light as I walked out. I glanced at the time as I went about cleaning; it was 3 pm. How the day had changed.

Notes

So as I said in the description, Emma is loosely based on me.
Anyway, it's late, so I'll write again when I can. Please leave some feedback!
With love,
Em xo