I'm Okay. Trust Me

Gerard's POV

When I woke, my arm was still draped over Frankie, only now we were closer than I remember, his butt touching hips, so we were spooning basically. A warm, tingly sensation spread throughout my body. I wanted to stay like this forever, but then I remembered last night. Frankie's dream.
I gently shook him awake and lent him a clean pair of jeans and a shirt. When he returned from the bathroom, I couldn't help but smile, like my pajamas, my clothes were big on him as well. He sat down on the edge of my bed and rubbed his eyes.

“Frankie” I said.
He looked up.
“Are you alright?”
He nodded weakly.
“You're lying”
He started biting his lip.
"Is it about last night?”
Nothing.
“Frankie” I moved closer, placing my hand gently on his knee. “What was the dream about?”
He shook his head,
“Frank, you can tell-”
“No I can't! You don't understand!” his sudden anger made me recoil away from him.
I didn't know what to say. I never liked it when people yelled at me. But with Frank, it felt like someone was mixing my insides up with a spoon.
“I'm sorry” Frank said hastily. He pushed himself up off my bed and grabbed his clothes off the floor.
“I should go” he said flatly.
“Frank please-” but before I could finish he slammed my door shut. He was gone.

I should have followed him, but I couldn't. My body was frozen. I was shocked. I could have never imagined Frank raising his voice or snapping at someone. It wasn't him. I knew it had something to do with the dream he had last night. Normal people would just tell you. Not yell and then barge out of the room.
I felt sick.

Notes

Oooooooohhhhhhh /).(\

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