Gerard's POV

When my eyes opened, it was early morning. Nothing unusual. Except this morning, a girl was entwined in my hands. She was dreadfully unhealthy; I could count her ribs easily. I vowed to make her strong. I wondered why she wouldn't take off that filthy shirt. Maybe she'd tell me in time. I carefully swung out of the bed, but she slept on soundly without stirring. No wonder, bless her.

I padded through my home quietly, and made coffee. As I poured the steaming drink, I thought about last night's events. I was so mad. So, unbelievably mad that she would have the audacity to leave in the middle of the night in that condition. It took all I had to not scream my lungs out at her, to tell her that I cared. I let her come to me, so I didn't scare her off, provoke a potentially fatal move. Truth was, I couldn't let her leave. Not now. I always liked to fix broken things, unless the broken one was me. My thoughts turned to Frank; he was due back in a couple of days. I smiled at what he would make of Em. He'd be confused, at first, but I knew he'd love her. I knew she was deprived of love, and that's what she needed to become strong again. I wandered through to the music room. Our penthouse apartment had a spectacular view of LA, and so I sat and watched the city sprawled out beneath me, drinking my coffee among the Gibsons and Les Pauls. I heard light footsteps at the door.
'Hey' I turned and smiled. She'd showered, and changed into the Green Day hoodie and a pair of my sweatpants that were ridiculously big on her skinny frame, but somehow stayed in place. She'd helped herself to coffee.
'Hi Em' I said. I patted the spot on the sofa facing the window that replaced a wall, and she perched on the edge, sitting up straight, looking a little revived.
'You've got quite the collection here.' She looked around at the guitars that lined the room, as well as amps and an exquisite grand piano.
'You play?' I asked, surprised when she said she did. 'Play something for me?' She shyly looked down.
'Oh..I don't-'
'Pick a guitar and play it, before I force you!' I pushed her. This was good. She put her coffee to the side, and picked up an acoustic that normally gathered dust. She gently strummed it with her fingers, and I winced at the awful sound. Well out of tune. Just as I opened my mouth, to offer to tune it for her, she strode over to the piano and hit a note. Slowly, she tuned the E, until it sounded perfect. Then she came over and sat next to me, and tuned it precisely by ear. I was in awe; I struggled to tune by ear, and I had been playing years longer than her for sure. I offered her a pick, and she refused. She played a chord, and then began. It was beautiful. Nothing I'd ever heard before.
'What is that?' I said, when she'd put the lovingly tuned guitar to the side to drink the dregs of her coffee.
'The song? I wrote it.'
'Wow! You're very talented, Em.' I mumbled the second sentence somewhat. It truly amazed me, and if it wowed me, then it was sure to have the same effect on Frank. She shuffled up close and I put my arm around her shoulder.
'Isn't it strange that you took me but you don't know a thing about me?' It was a good question. It was very strange indeed.
'Yes. But I'll get to know you. So your last name is?' I asked. Suddenly I was wide awake, no longer bleary eyed.
'Wells.'
'Favorite color?'
'Blue. Like the sea, and the sky. What's yours?'
'Red, or black. Food?'
'Curry.'
'Same here. Band?'
'My Chemical Romance.' I smiled at that. She leaned into my chest, and looked at the grey sky.
'Would you like some breakfast?'
'Yeah, please.'
'Pancakes okay?'
'Only if you have syrup.'
'I do.' I walked through to the kitchen, and picked up my phone off of the side. Em sat on the counter. I frowned. Ray had text me. He normally avoided his phone, so it had to be something important. It read Frank is back early. MCR meeting, studio, 10 am. I glanced at the time. Enough time for pancakes, but I'd have to leave her to her own devices in an hour or so.
'Looks like I'm gonna have to go in a bit. Will you be okay here?'
'I'll be fine' she said.

I ended up rushing to the studio. The time I spent with her slipped away so easily.

Notes

Hi,
Please bear in mind that whilst Em is based on me, there are obvious things I've made up, and keep that thought ticking over, especially in the next paragraph.
Thanks for reading,
Emma xo