Keep Me Safe from Myself

We drove home in silence after I'd finally calmed down enough. I darted inside the house and rushed to my room, storming past Frankie, and slammed the door behind me. I sat on my bed, trying to take it all in. I grabbed my sharpie and started to draw, and draw, and draw. I had only just started tracing 'Look' when I heard a slight knock on the door.

"Go away!" I threatened, not wanting to talk to anyone

"Hannah, please.." I heard Gerard plead. He opened the door slightly, and I held my arms out. He laid on the bed and I cuddled up to him. We sat there in silence

I decided to break the silence. "I'm not keeping it." I murmured into his shirt. It was a plain white T shirt, and you could see where the fabric had soaked up some of my tears.

"Keeping what?" Frankie questioned, walking through the door. I looked up at Gerard with pleading eyes. He got the message. He was about to speak when I changed my mind. Frankie had to hear this from me.

"Remember during the Skype call about 2 months ago when Zack got really drunk and he.. he r-" I choked on the words, not allowing myself to say them again. Tears welled up in my eyes again, clouding my vision.

"Y-you don't have to say it, I got it." He looked at Gerard for more answers as I started to sob.
"What-" His eyes widened. I quickly nodded, thank God he understood. I saw Frankie put a hand in his hair. "And you're not keeping it." He whispered to himself, I think for reassurance. He pulled out his phone and slowly turned around, walking out of the room.

"No!" I screamed, and ran after him. "Don't-Don't tell anyone please. Please." I grabbed his shirt, and he pulled me in for a hug. "Don't worry, sunshine, I wouldn't dream of it." Frankie let go and walked outside. Who was he calling?

Gerard came up and gave me a hug from behind. He picked me up and sat me on top of him on the recliner. I looked at the clock- It was only seven and I was worn out. Gerard softly hummed a tune I didn't recognize and I drifted off into a troubled sleep.

I woke up early the next morning in my bed. I'd slept about ten hours, but it was still six a.m. Gerard was still asleep on the blow-up mattress. I snuck around him, trying not to wake him, and walked into the bathroom for an early shower. I started to undress and saw my red hair dye still perfectly laid out on the counter. I looked in the mirror and saw my hair was still extremely faded. I shuddered at the memory as it crept back into my mind and shoved it away. I stepped into the steaming shower and got cleaned up.

By the time I'd gotten out, Gerard had already woken up and started brewing his coffee. I walked up to him and kissed his cheek, then made my way towards the fridge. I frowned- Of course, Gee STILL hadn't bought a case of Mountain Dew yet. I rolled my eyes and approached him, taking his coffee from his hands. I took a few sips and handed it back to him.

"What?" I asked innocently. "I have to get my caffeine somewhere. God knows you won't get me any."

"Then I guess you'll just have to take it from my lips then, 'cuz this is MINE." He put down his cup and kissed me.

I bit his lip . "Well these are mine." I smiled and backed away.

"As long as this is mine, sweetheart." He kissed my forehead and lightly squeezed my butt. I took a step back and put the hair dye in his hands. I looked up with the best puppy dog eyes I could make, which wasn't exactly cute, but still effective. He rolled his eyes and gripped the hair dye. I kissed his cheek and ran towards the linen closet and grabbed an old towel and a chair, and dashed for the bathroom. I took off my shirt and my black lacy bra, leaving the top half of my body bare, and wrapped the towel around my shoulders. See how he likes that, I smirked.

He opened the door and nearly dropped the dye in his hands. "Fuck.." He half sighed, half groaned. I winked at him and giggled, turning towards the mirror. He parted my hair into different sections and put on some gloves. He took the dye and started to paint my hair with it, trying to make it as bright and vibrant as it was before.

It took almost four hours before we were finally done with dyeing it. I still had to let my hair dry naturally, so with no one but Gee home, I walked around without a shirt on. He tried to avert my gaze every time we were in the same room together, but I was having fun teasing him, not wanting to end my game.

I strutted back to our room, and began to pick up my mess. My clothes were everywhere, and there were a few bowls on the bureau with the remnants of the red dye. I started to pile my clothes in the laundry basket when I felt myself being lifted, then slammed into the back wall. He slammed his lips into mine, then tugged at my hair, forcing my head up for easier access to my neck.

I pulled my head to the side. "What took you so long." I sighed, and wrapped my legs around him. He took his hand out of my hair and started toying with my nipples. I felt them harden under his touch, and he squeezed them both. I gasped at the audacity, and he took one of his hands and caressed my cheek.

"You don't get to call the shots anymore." He groaned and flexed his hips into me. Shit, he was already hard. He fumbled around, sliding off my jeans and slipping a hand in my black-lace panties. He lightly brushed my clit, and I shuddered, my breath hitched. "So wet, so quickly." He smiled and shoved one finger, then two into me. I moaned, not worried about anyone hearing. He thrust them in me repeatedly, using his thumb to stimulate my clit. He pressed me harder against the wall. and crushed my nipple. My insides tightened as I got closer and closer to the edge.

"Gee, please." I begged, and pinched my other nipple. It was too much.

"You wanna come?" He growled. I nodded my head and whimpered, grinding my hips into his hand. "Then stop teasing." He withdrew his hands and picked me up, placing me on the bed. I was panting, wanting, craving. I was shaking with need.

He kissed gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Now you know how I feel. And I swear to God, If I catch you with your hand down your pants again, I will personally handcuff you to this bed, and bring you straight to the brink over... and over... and over-" He was interrupted by the doorbell. I took a few deep breaths to calmed down. Gee smirked at me. "Mind getting the door?" He asked, and softly laughed. I rolled my eyes and shoved him out of the way. God, he was good- too good. I wrapped myself in the dye-stained towel lying on the floor and made my way to the door. I did a double take, and almost dropped my towel. A familiar, young looking face peered in, face pressed against the glass frame.

Blair?

Notes

So my sister HAS started to read this, which made writing this chapter hard. I know you guys wanted more smut, so I wrote this one to satisfy your dirty needs >:D
Anyways, my sister asked me to add her into the story. As she reads she's pointing out spelling/grammar mistakes that I've made. She likes it so far, but hasn't reached the smutty scenes yet. Dear God I don't know how she's gonna react. Lawdy Jesus help me.

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-Hazel