"Have you had breakfast?"I asked as we finished going through baggage check and all that shit.
"Nope. You?"
"Not a bite. Keen?"I asked, already heading towards the food court.
"Definitely,"He agreed.

We pushed through the crowds and got onto the escalator up towards the smell of food.
"Even though its breakfast I really want sushi,"I said as we reached the top.
"I could easily go for some Subway,"Ryan said as we stopped at the edge of the tables.
"Split up and meet at that tree there?"I pointed to one close to where there was a group of bins.
"Deal."

I headed off towards the sushi place, willing everyone to be quiet. My head was still killing me and what I really needed before food was a fucking coffee. I altered my course to an expensive looking cafe.
"Can I grab a hazelnut latte?"I smiled at the cashier.
"What size?"She replied in a bored tone.
"Biggest."

She tilled it up,"Five ninety,"She stared at me, daring me to complain about the ridiculous price.
"Awesome,"I handed over whatever cash was in my wallet. A twenty. She didn't say anything as she handed me my change.

I sat down at an empty table and massaged my head while I waited for my coffee.
"Can I please get a butterscotch mocha, regular, and Mikey what do you want?"
"Just a hot chocolate,"Mikey yawned as my head snapped up. Fuck. I turned in my seat slowly, begging for them not to see.

"Hazelnut mocha?!"Someone shouted. I jumped up and grabbed my drink. I could feel Gerard's eyes on me already.
"Mikey pay her will you? I'm gonna-"
"Gerard dont- dammit."

"Gerard leave me alone,"I said firmly as I walked away.
"Frank why are you doing this?"Gerard grabbed my shoulder and made me stop. He moved in front of me and looked at me seriously.
"Look, after we do this festival, we continue our tour over here and we're hitting California first. Can we please get a coffee and talk about things?"

"No. Gerard. I don't want to 'get a coffee and talk' because there is nothing to talk about. I was drunk. Ridiculously drunk. So drunk that I'm probably going to fucking die soon because of it. I don't remember anything that happened but clearly you remember something. But know this, I was drunk. Whatever it is you seem to think I said, whether I told you you looked good, whatever, I was drunk. And I didn't mean any of it."

A look of hurt crossed his face,"Don't know why I didn't expect this,"He muttered.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing just- ugh this isn't fair! Why are you doing this to me?!"He grabbed at his hair in frustration.
"I'm not doing anything but telling you the fucking truth Gerard. Okay? You need to learn that I am over you. I do not care about you. In fact, if anything, I fucking hate you!"I shouted. People were looking but I couldn't give a damn.

"Frank..."Gerard uttered out softly. I took in a deep breath as I saw Ryan rushing towards us.
"Gerard just leave me alone,"I pushed past him and walked towards Ryan,"I'm not hungry anymore."
"You okay?"Ryan asked me as we walked away.
"Look back. Is he looking?"I asked softly.
"Yup. He looks like he wants to die."
"Oh..."