A/n Warning this is my first fanfic so if it is absolutely crap don't cut me up in lots of pieces and bury me in a bush. Some tips on how to improve would be good though, thanks :)

Gerard's POV:

"Die you stupid faggot"
"Why don't you just kill yourself queer?"
"Untalented drag queen!"
I scrolled through the seemingly endless hate comments, each time I saw one my heart fell a little more and I slumped further down into the bunk I was sitting in. I could feel my eyes welling up and I scrubbed at my face furiously to try and stop the oncoming onslaught of tears. Abruptly I was pulled form my morose thoughts by our manager yelling into the bunks "15 minutes till stage time guys!" I could hear the groans of the others pulling themselves from their bunks as I shook my head to clear the thoughts cobwebbing my mind and forced a smile on my face. What am I thinking? I know we have fans that love us and I should believe them and ignore the haters. Smiling, I shrugged on my killjoy jacket and sauntered out of the bus.

************************************* Five Days Later********************************************

We are staying in a hotel tonight, I am sharing a room with my beautiful boyfriend Frank but I think he's out with Ray and Mikey at the moment. They invited me out with them but I told them that I had a bad migraine and wanted to stay in tonight. In reality though I just don't want to go out, the constant hate from people on the internet has been getting me down recently. Deciding to be brave, I logged onto Twitter " Hello my fabulous Killjoys" I tweeted "how has your day been?" Almost immediately I got responses
"All the worse for seeing you faggot"
"Alright, but you just had to go and ruin that didn't you queer?"
"Better if you killed yourself bitch!"
The toxic streams of hate poured in, I knew that there had to be some nice comments but my eyes could just not seem to find them.
'Bitch.' 'Queer.' 'Faggot.' 'Kill yourself!'
The words flashed in front of my eyes, pounding through my brain, being branded into my mind like a tattoo. I pushed the laptop away from me and curled up in the foetal position, hugging my knees to my face as sobs wracked my body. The air felt like it was being compressed from my lungs, as if a metal bar had been wrapped around my chest and was weighing me down. My body started shaking like a leaf in a wind as I gasped for breath, trying to get oxygen into my lungs.
I didn't register the sound of the door opening or a worried gasp of my name escaping someone's lips or the rush of footsteps across the room. The next thing I knew someone was holding me in their arms, rocking me slightly and whispering comforting words into my ears.
"Gee?" "Geebear."
"Open your eyes for me baby please, it's alright. I'm here. I'll protect you"
"Open your eyes baby, that's it"
I slowly cracked my eyes open, gasping as I looked into Frank's deep, soulful eyes. I could feel my breathing even out and my heart rate slowing as Frank continued to whisper sweet nothings to me. When he noticed I had calmed down he smiled at me and then pressed a small kiss to my forehead as he stroked my bright red hair. "Well done baby" he smiled at me "you good now?" I nodded as I continued to stare up at my beautiful angel.
"That's good" he said "We can talk about this tomorrow if you like, but just know that I will always protect you Gee"
I could feel my eyes fluttering closed as I lay in his arms. "Go to sleep Geebear" he said whilst planting a feather-light kiss on my nose "and know that I will keep you safe as you dream."
I let his words lull me to sleep as I drifted off in the arms of my very own guardian angel.

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So there it is! What do you think? This was written for Gina and I put it on here because Jodie told me to so I expect some feedback from you guys!

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