I'll never let them hurt you, I promise

Gerard-
***** i'm walking through the house, it's cold and dark, silent and gloomy. "JAY!" i scream out down the hallways from the kitchen becoming scared. this doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel like my house, i don't feel safe. I feel as if i'm in a horror movie being watched. my mind wonders wondering what's hiding in the darkness wondering where everyone is, why am i alone? i decide to go to the only place i ever feel safe. my bedroom. i walk down the hallway which leads to my bedroom door but before actually reach it i hear voices from the inside of my room.
"mikey?" i call out
no answer.
the voice talks again, but another one follows it, another male one and i start to feel the fear creeping up inside my body. i start running towards my bedroom door but i never seem to get any closer to it, the door is moving backwards away from me.
"MIKEY!" i scream hearing deep mumbling and moaning coming from inside the room.
i pick up my speed, running faster and reaching my arm out for the door handle.
then suddenly
the door stops moving backwards and i run straight into it making it fly open quickly and making my body fall loudly to the floor. laid on my stomach uncomfortably i tilt my head upwards and peek through my hair which is curtaining my view. i start to sit up brushing my hair behind my ears before realising there are two figures sat on my bed which seem to be emerging into one. i stand up slowly and step a little closer to see what i'm looking at, it's mikey and frank. kissing.

my arms instantly clutch my stomach as i feel my heart slump into the pit of it then shatter into a million tiny pieces.
"mikey how could you" my voice is weak and fragile i'm broken.
torn.
Jealous.
Angry.
they don't hear my voice and don't even acknowledge me in the room with them. they don't stop, there mouths pushes against each others, fit together as they run there hands down each other's backs.
"MIKEY no not frank" i scream out letting my voice echo around the bedroom walls. they both pull away and look at me but as they do the darkness of my nightmare slowly fades into the light of reality.****

My eyes flicker slowly open and i instantly see a figure stood in front of me hovering over me. wait. if this is my room and i'm laid in bed then that means it all was a dream and in fact this is real. however having a figure stood watching me sleep doesn't seem any better. shit.
my eyes shoot open widely realising that this is real and i soon notice who the dark figure belongs to.
"frank"
why the fuck is he in my room in the middle of the night watch me sleep like a creep.
"Gerard" his voice is soft and sweet. i think he's get embarrassed at the fact he has just been caught watching me sleep. i quickly sit up on the bed forgetting that i'm only wearing boxers under the covers.
"what the fuck?" i ask confused about why he's actually here. i look up at him to find his eyes however i realises he's looking down at where i'm sitting. my eyes follow to where he's staring and i realise the covers have fallen off my body and i'm sat practically naked so quicly grab the covers and pull the up over my body.
there's a moment of awkward silence.
"frank why are you in my room?" i ask trying to sound as casual as possible and not totally freaked out and slightly scared. my mind reminds me that i'd literally just been dreaming about this boy and now he's here. yeah but it wasn't a good dream brain. shut up.
"i...i'm s.so...sorry" he stutters
i stair up at him wanting more and an explanation and he mumbles "i was..ummm. just ... umm i. like you artwork" he says very nervously. i look over at the wall which has a lage amount of drawing pinned to it before directing my attention back to frank.
"frank you can't just come into my room in the middle of the night and watch me sleep" i tell him being completely serious. even if he did look cute.
the small amount of light which was leaking through the door hit franks eyes perfectly and he honestly looked beautiful. my eyes drifted down to look at his lips where he was biting down on his lip ring nervously
sexy.
"i'm sorry" he says again as his cheeks blush a dark scarlet colour, well he has just been caught being a bit of a pervert. however he's so stunningly innocent i just can't be mad at him.
"it's just... i he..heard you saying my name in your sleep" he says almost without stuttering this time.
shit.
did i actually say that stuff out loud. now frank is going to know that i was dreaming about him. how embarrassing, now i'm the one blushing. he cant't know what happened in my dream, he can't know i was dreaming about him making out with my brother. god it's just wrong to even dream about that.
"was you dreaming about me?" he asks timidly and although the lighting in the room was horrible i could still tell he was blushing again.
"i can't remember" i lied not wanting tot tell him the truth.
i watched as he lifted his head from staring at the floor to look up and lock his eyes with mine, he has beautiful eyes, a gorgeous hazel colour. his voice suddenly brakes me from my trance.
"your lying?" he whispers keeping the eye contact
"what?" i ask forgetting what we were actually talking about
"you do remember what you were dreaming about, tell me?" his voice echo's in my ears. i can't tell him. i can't i shouldn't. he's so hot. i really shouldn't god he's sexy
"ok i was dreaming about you"
shit did i really just say that. i watch as the corners of his lips curve into a smile. wait he likes the fact that i was dreaming about him.
" not in that way" i say quickly not wanting to think i'm a pervert
"in what way then?" he ask. wow his confidence just seems to be growing tonight.
"nothing, it doesn't matter" i whisper not wanting to talk about it any more
"Tell me Gerard" wow, he says my name so perfectly as if the word was made for him to say.
i just shake my head in response but the little bitch decides to be determined
"tell me, tell me, tell me" i'm actually getting really annoyed, i'm tried, its like 3 in the morning and now he's being annoying.
"frank shut the hell up" i shout, sounding more violent and mean then i was suppose to. his face instantly drops its smile and he seems to stop breathing for a second. "wait" i whisper noticing his eyes beginning to fill with tears.
he turns his body and starts to marching out my room. running away from his problems just like at lunch.
"frank wait" i say loud but not loud enough for anyone else but him to hear.. its a good job i'm the only one with a bed room on this side of the house. however frank continues to storm off so i jump out the bed and case after him. i reach out grabbing his upper arm and spinning him to face me in the hall way.
"why are you crying?" i ask
"Gerard, you doing have to be mean to me, i only wanted to look at your drawings, your the one who was dreaming about me and saying my name" his voice keeps croaking from his crying and he sniffles his nose in-between some words.
"don't cry Frankie" i whisper pulling him into me for a hug. wait did i just call him Frankie, let's hope he didn't hear me.
"i'm sorry i shouted" i whisper into his hair as he wrap's his arms around my stomach. oh gosh why did i touch him, i know i'm attracted to him but i honestly don't think i can let go no that i've got him. however mid thought frank pulls away from the hug to look up at me.
"i'm sorry i'm a wimp" he whispers "i'm sorry i'm crying, it's just" he stops as if he doesn't want to tell me why he's so upset
"don't worry Frankie, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to" fuck i gave him the nickname again.
i look down at him his eyes glimmering in the new amount of light in the hallway. he's so beautiful, i try to keep our eyes locked but i watch as his lower down to look at my lips. wait he's looking at my lips. what do i do.
without a second thought i tilt my head sidewards slightly and lean down, pressing my lips softly against his. at first i thought i was going to regret it as he stands under my lips completely still. but after a second of realisation he kisses me back. thank god. he pusses upwards at my force and as he does i let my tongue roll over his bottom lip catching on the lip ring. god that lip ring is sexy.he soon parts his lips giving me entrance and i push my tongue into his mouth instantly hear a mouth escaping his open lips. oh god that's hot. i let my tongue roll over his wanting him to moan again. i let my hand travel down his back and then onto his hips as his hand cups my cheek to keep my kisses in place. i quickly grab his hips tightly and pull him viciously but playfully closer to me, letting our bodies touch. he moan again into the kiss which sends vibrations down my body. i realise how excited i'm getting and decide to pull away from the kiss. frank lets out a sigh of disappoint from the loss of contact but i cant give him any more, i'm already getting hard just from this.
"i'm sorry frank" i whisper
"don't be" frank mumbles back before innocently walking off with a cheeky smug grin on his face.

Notes

frerard always pulls through hahahaha
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