If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky! (Frerard)

I awoke the next day to a throbbing headache. A sharp pain goes through my back as I realise I’m sleeping on the couch. The room smells funny. I sit up and scan the room. When the hell did it get so messy? Beer cans scattered around the couch. What is that smell? I get up and finally locate the source. It appears someone has thrown up. I then see empty Whiskey bottles on the table. That’s when I realise it was me. Everything comes back to me and overwhelms me so much I fall to the floor.

I stay there for a minute or two before getting myself up and steadying myself using the wall. I tidying around and clean up my own vomit before heading into the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. Just as I finish brewing the coffee, the door bell rings. I head towards the door and open it to see Mikey stood there.
“Hey?” I say. He smiles and opens his mouth to speak “Hey Frank. Gerard asked me to come round and take his art project in for him as he’s sick. He doesn’t sound too good. May I come in?” I nod and let him in. I forgot Gerard was here. I didn’t make him breakfast. Mikey heads upstairs and comes back down a minute later. “Thanks Frank. I have to run or I shall be late. Look after him.” He smiles and head out the door closing it behind him.

I head back into the kitchen to make Gerard some breakfast. By the time I’m done he still hasn’t come down and I’ve heard no movement from upstairs. I grab a tray and place the full English breakfast, A mug of coffee, Some toast with strawberry jam on and a fairy cake. I head upstairs to my room.

When I open it I find Gerard sleeping again tangled in my covers. He looked so peaceful. I really didn’t want to wake him but he needed to eat. I gently shake him awake after placing the tray on the small desk in the corner of my room. He cracks his eyes open a bit and mumbles “What?” I give him a small smile before saying “You have to eat. I made you some breakfast. There’s also coffee.” As soon as I say coffee he sits up a little too fast and I have to catch him before he falls off the bed. Once he’s steady I grab the tray from my desk and hand him it. He downs the coffee like he has less than ten seconds to live. He says thank you to me and I head towards the door.

“Frank?” I stop in the doorway and turn to face Gerard. “Yes?” He looks down at the covers and then back up to me, “I’m sorry for last night. I didn’t mean any of what I said.”I don’t reply and he sighs before saying “You do believe me right?” I just give him a blank look as I see his eyes searching for some kind of emotion from my face. I turn back to the door and make my way out into the hallway. I stop at the sound of soft crying. I upset Gerard and I wanted so badly to cuddle him, Tell him everything’s okay but I couldn’t. He was right I was leading him on. I do love him but the end of the day I haven’t properly decided what I want to do. I had done yesterday until he said those mean horrible things in the bar to me.

‘She finished with you because you’re a waste of space and you fell in love with someone else. You lead them both on until the point they both didn’t want anything to do with you, Both got sick of the sight of you.’
I did fall in love with someone else. That being Gerard himself. I was a waste of space if I couldn’t decide what to do and lead them both on. Meygan did get sick of the sight of me that’s one of the reasons she left. Then there’s the fact I broke her heart. I was one horrible human being.

I didn’t even realise I’d made it downstairs until I found myself slumping on the couch with another bottle of Whiskey in my hand. I needed to stop this. Houston I think I have a problem. I couldn’t though. Before I could register what I was doing I took another long drink of it. Emptying the contents. “Frank? Why are you drinking again?” I jump from the shock of Gerard’s voice and drop the bottle. It smashes as it hits the table before the shards litter the floor. “Fuck.” I shout before turning round to face Gerard. His eyes suddenly go wide.”Why are you crying Frankie? What’s wrong?”He asks. I lift my hand up to my face and come to the realisation I am indeed crying. When I started I have no idea. “Nothing Gerard. Go back to bed. You need rest.” I say my voice shaky as hell. He shakes his head and starts to grab all the shards from the floor. I protest and he tells me to shut. I obey and once he’s finished he sits on the couch next to me. He grabs me and pulls me into his chest as we both lay down.

“Frankie?”He asks. I let out a small noise so he knows to carry on. “I’m not going back to bed unless you come up with me. Then we can sleep. Please?” He asks. I nod and we head upstairs for the bedroom.I notice the tray on the side with most of the food eaten. That’s a good thing, He hardly ever eats. I’m snapped out of my thoughts by Gerard pulling me onto the bed. I lay down with my back to him and he cuddles me from behind. Silence overtakes us both and the last words I hear from him are “Frankie I love you too much to leave you. I’m not going anywhere and I shall wait as long as I have to until we are finally together.” Before I fall into a deep sleep with a wide smile on my face.

Notes

Hey guys,
Sorry it's short like Frankie.
My boyfirend proposed to me so we are planning our wedding.
I just wanted to update before we start.
Hopefully my updates wont be too slow.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Tatz. x