“We are alike. I was where you were at one point. I was so close to taking that road out. But my grandmother saved me. She told me that it gets better, that there is more to life than alcohol and blades, and drugs. For me, it’s you. Let me save you Irina. Be mine. Please.” His words still rang in my ears. My self destruction should have disgusted him. Instead, his pale arm sported scars just like mine, along with a few red marks. I looked at him, surprised that he had mark just like mine. I simply stared at him. I watched his eyes for the longest time, debating whether to trust him or not. Finally, like a new bird taking flight, I opened my mouth and spoke one word.

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes. Save me. I’ll be yours.”

He sighed and then smiled at me. I gave him a small smile back before anxiety began to take over. What if he hurts me? No, he wouldn’t do that. Stop it ,Irina. He’s been nothing but nice. Gerard got up and offered me his hand. I gave it to him and let myself be pulled up. Together, we put all my things in drawers and the closet. As he left me to start a late dinner, I smiled to myself. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt before joining him in the kitchen. Per usual, music spilled from speakers and Gerard did a little dance as me kneaded the dough for homemade pizza. I stood in the doorway, smiling at him. That is mine now. I went behind him and swayed with him to the jazz artist he had going. He stopped after a bit and turned around to face me. He smiled and then swiped flour on my nose.

“Oh no you don’t, Gerard!” I reached around him and grabbed some flour and put it all over his face. He laughed before grabbing more and putting it into my hair. We both laughed and flour floated through the air as we chased each other around the kitchen. Eventually, he caught me around the waist and swung me around. He let me go and pushed me up against the wall. I could feel his chest moving against mine. I had a momentary flare of fear and it must’ve shown because he began to back up.

“I’m sorr-“ I cut him off as I pulled him to me and pushed my lips to his. He was confused at first, but soon he kissed me back passionately. I ran my fingers through his hair. He tenantively placed his hands on my hips,and soon, I had my legs wrapped around him. We broke apart, and he set me down. He gave me a half smile before pushing his hair out of his face.

“Guess, I’m just going to have to order a pizza.”

I giggled as I looked around at a white kitchen. “Guess so! Hahaha, I’ll start cleaning, you order pizza.”

“Okay, what do you like on yours?”

“Pepperoni!”

“Okay, be back in a few.” He walked out of the kitchen, into the living room. I sighed and began to sweep the flour off the floor. He returned three minutes later and helped me clean up. After getting what we could up, we both went to shower. I was out before Gerard was, so I sat on the couch, humming.

“That’s my song.” Gerard said, walking in wearing sweats that hugged his waist and a jacket.

“oh yeah. I really liked it!” Ding-Dong.

“Pizza’s here!” He said as he jumped up to get the door. I smiled at him when he came back with two pizza boxes. He handed me one and took the other. We spent most of the night watching old horror films and talking about everything. Eventually around 1 am, Gerard shook my shoulder.

“Come on, Sleeping Beauty. The couch will hurt your back.” I got up, sluggish from sleep and let Gerard walk me to my room. He settled me beneath the covers and kissed my head.

“Gerard..” I mumbled.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Stay with me, tonight.”

“Okay.” I felt him slide beneath the covers. I rolled over and tucked myself into his arms. I fell asleep with him and tonight, the nightmares didn’t come.

Notes

Sorry it's such a short chapter! I've been sick! But Gerard and Irina<3
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