1 year later.

Frank's POV

There was yelling going on outside the office. Everytime I tried to finish this stocktake, something would cause my headache to flare up and make the words blur in front of me. I wanted to go outside and tell them to shut the hell up but I just didnt have the energy. I closed my eyes and tried rubbing my temples, begging the headache to stop trying to split my head open.

"Fraaank,"Charlie was suddenly in here, closing the door behind him and looking at me like I was about to shatter into a million pieces.
"What is it? What's all the yelling?"I sighed.
"I know you're busy but um... I know you said not to mention them and to uh not let them play on the tv but uh he- he's asking to see you and I told him to leave you alone but he wont leave and he started yelling at me and now I dont know what to do,"He said in a rush.

"Who's asking to see me?"I asked slowly, already knowing exactly who it was.
"G-Gerard... You dont have to see him Frank. I can tell him you're too busy and dont want to see him. You sit down and finish your work, I'll bring you a coffee yeah?"Charlie was standing in front of the door, blocking my way.
"Charlie, I appreciate your concern but I'll be fine. I'm over him. Okay?"I smiled reassuringly and gently pushed him aside. I mentally braced myself and opened the door.

Gerard was leaning against the counter, his back towards me. Mikey and Ray were outside talking to him but when they saw me they told Gerard to turn around. Out of all the emotions running through me at that moment, embarrassment over how I looked hit me the worst.

My whole uniform was crumpled and covered in different powders and syrups, I had huge bags under my eyes from not getting enough sleep which was purely my fault because I had decided to go out drinking again and had taken home yet another stranger.

Gerard however looked absolutely edible. He had tight black skinny jeans on, an elbow length shirt that looked like it belonged to a girl, and his hair was long and bright bright bright red. And then there was his smile. His beautiful smile that I had missed so much.

I had no idea why he was here. All I knew was that it was not a good thing. After all my hard work to get over him, I had been pulled right back to square one. If Miranda was here she would have started yelling at Gerard and told him to fuck off. Thats what I should be doing. He was the one who never tried to contact me.

"Hi Frank..."Gerard said nervously.
"Fuck..."I breathed in deeply,"What do you want? I've sent you your stuff from my home..."
"I-"Gerard looked taken aback,"We- we're in town for a show and I heard you had this place going so I thought that we'd come say hi. You know, see how you're doing?"He shrugged his shoulders at me like it was no big fucking deal.

"Well I was doing fine until you got here. Now, I'm not so sure,"I made myself say.
"Oh I-"
"I think what Frank really wants to say is fuck you for leaving him. Now, if you could do what you do best and,"Charlie made shooing motions with his hands,"You know, leave?"
"Charlie-"

"Leaving you?"Gerard looked at me incredulously,"Excuse me, I did everything to try and contact you. I wrote you letters, I sent you fucking christmas presents and birthday presents and not once did you reply!"

"Everything? Really? Yeah, I wasn't thinking straight in prison but as soon as I started my last month, I started pulling through and I could see things clearer. When I got out, no one, fucking no one was there. You promised me you would be there for me Gerard. You, having gone through depression, you should know what it can do to someone when a promise like that is broken,"I glared at him.

"Yeah. I fucking do know what its like when someone you love to death fucking breaks an important promise and goes behind your fucking back to kill a bunch of people!"
"Fuck you Gerard! I told you about how I was. You wanna know something else? I only got four fucking years because of a fucking mental problem that I'm still fucking dealing with!"That was a lie but I was too fucking angry to care,"Or did you not see that on the news cause you were too busy starting up your stupid fucking band to see?"

"No, I was in fucking prison! Jesus christ Frank! Get down off your high fucking horse and take a look around, you weren't the only one who was affected by all this! No wait,"Gerard's voice took on a sinister sound,"You're too short for a high horse. Better get your jester to help you down,"He glared, glancing at Charlie.
"Oh thats really mature Gerard, revert to making jokes about my height and his hair. Smooth move, dickwad,"I clapped my hands in mock approval. My head was about to explode with how bad this headache was.

Gerard took in a deep breath and pulled something out of his jacket pocket, shoving it down onto the counter,"Goodbye Frank,"He turned around and walked out, grabbing Mikey's arm and dragging him down the street. Ray watched them awkwardly for a second before coming to the counter and saying,"We're releasing a song tomorrow. Gerard wrote it about you. I would give it a listen if I were you. Love the shop,"He smiled awkwardly before jogging out after Gerard and Mikey.

I closed my eyes, clenched my fists and took in a deep breath before relaxing completely. I picked up the photo frame and let a half sob escape. Gerard and I at Disneyland.
"You okay Frankie?"Charlie asked, hovering next to me nervously. It was then that I noticed there were a few customers looking scared yet entertained.
"Sorry about that everyone,"I smiled at them all before turning around and going back into the office,"Real sorry."

I moved my chair and carefully stood on it, placing the photo on the top shelf out of my reach as Charlie followed me in,"You okay? Do you want to go home? I can call Marcie in. I know she hasnt got any plans and would be happy to work once she hears what happened. We can handle this place."

I thought about it for a minute. I could do with a sleep,"Yeah actually that would be a great help. Thank you Charlie,"I smiled at him. He nodded and went back out front.
"Jesus christ,"I sighed. That was not what I had been expecting today. I ran my fingers through my longish hair and took a deep breath. I couldn't let this affect me. I grabbed some invoices to go through, even though I knew right now I wouldn't get them done til tomorrow, and my phone. I needed to go home and take some aspirin then try and catch up on my sleep.