Gerard’s POV
When I stir from sleep, it’s dark and quiet outside. The room is cool from the night; we really should’ve brought a blanket down or something. The TV screen glows, illuminating a small portion of the room. When I get up to turn it off, I notice something is constricting me. Frankie’s warm frame is slumped against my chest, a little damp drool patch on my shirt. I beam down at him; he looks like a sleeping angel. His legs are tucked up close to his body, little feet dangling off the side of the sofa. Nerd, I think lovingly. His eyelids flutter lightly as he groggily wakes.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” I say endearingly. He pulls the corners of his mouth upwards, eyes still shut.
“What’s the time?” he says in a small voice thick with sleep. His eyebrows are knitted together as he takes in a deep breath.
I fish my phone from my pocket and click it on. We both glance away from the sudden source of bright light. Damn the LED screen on this thing! I brave the pain and check the time. 11:28. I report this back to Frankie, who groans slightly then snuggles back down on my chest.
“We should probably go upstairs,” he says gently.
I silently agree, nodding my head, and we both reluctantly heave ourselves off the sofa. I follow behind Frank up the stairs to his bedroom. We pass his mother’s office, where the light glows from underneath the door. Frankie taps on the door and pokes his head through the gap to say goodnight.
“Good night boys." she pauses, and then turns around like she was suddenly remembering something. "Oh, Gerard, I called your mother and told her you were staying overnight.”
Colour slowly drains from my face leaving me deathly pale as I realise what she just said. Oh god. What did she say to my mum? This could totally blow everything! Hopefully she just thinks it’s a friendly thing, otherwise…I don’t really want to think of the consequences. They would not be so welcoming to the idea that I have a boyfriend, and that I stayed over at his house. In his room. Just the two of us. The thought of what my dad might do if he finds out is enough to make me feel sick. A bitter, metallic taste fills my mouth. My hands start to clam up, cold and sweaty.
Frank takes my slick hand and closes the office door with a tiny click. He looks into my face and becomes concerned.
“You alright?” he asks when he sees my expression.
I don’t answer him. My jaw is clenched; if I open it I think I may just hydro pump over everything. Instead of speaking I nod, though he doesn't look convinced.
He leads me to his room. It’s a nice room, covered in band posters just like mine. Frank digs through his draws and hands me a pair of pajamas. He lets me get changed in the bathroom, while he gets changed in his closet. When I get in I shut the door and promptly throw up.
“Ugh,” I groan, leaning over the toilet.
Frankie knocks on the door worriedly, calling out to me. I drop my head, wipe my mouth and stand up weakly. He opens the door and upon seeing me is immediately by my side, rubbing my back in a circular motion and speaking soothingly to me. When I’m cleaned up he helps me get changed into the clean pajamas. I still have a sheen of sweat over my forehead and my stomach is knotted and writhing to the point where I have to take a painkiller. Or, rather, Frank forces me to take it. He makes me lie down on the bed while he ducks to the bathroom to get toothbrushes. Then he leads me back into the bathroom and insists on brushing my teeth for me. All I really want to do is lie down and go to sleep, and this is exactly what he orders me to do once he is done taking care of me. I feel bad for being so crappy when he is being sweet, but I’m fretting too much to care.
While he is finishing in the bathroom I check my phone. 3 missed calls and 4 texts. I click into my texts quickly, and find three from Mum and one from Mikey. I open Mikey’s one first, though I see glimpses of Mum’s and they are not pretty.
Where are you? Mum and dad are having a fit downstairs :/
My head is starting to spin but I'm determined to read the other texts. I open the first text.
You alright? Where are you? Who is Frank, and why are you staying at his house? Do we know him?
Frank's mother just told us you two are going out?!
GET THE FUCK HOME NOW, OR SO HELP ME I WILL SMACK YOU SO FUCKING HARD!! YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!
For a minute I just sit in shocked silence, a lump growing in my throat. The last one was obviously from Dad. Mum wouldn't send me something like that. Would she? It’s now that the tears start to stream readily down my cheeks and my body begins to heave as sobs rack my frame. Frank rushes into the room, a smear of toothpaste like paint on the corner of his mouth. He sees me crying and jogs over to me. I throw my phone; it cartwheels across the carpet, landing with a thud against the door. He ducks out of the way just in time to miss it clipping his ankle. A poster tacked to the back of the door comes half undone, now held up by only one corner. Great, now I'm destroying his room.
Frankie wraps his arms around me tight, pushing me back so I'm lying down on his bed. He pulls me close to him. I breathe in his scent in an attempt to calm myself, nuzzling my face into his neck. Frank mutters into my hair trying to comfort me. His fingers trace my back lightly. My face is hot and sticky from the tears, and my breathing is ragged. When I finally calm enough to stop crying Frank sits us up and holds me at arm’s length. He stares into my eyes with concern plastered on his beautiful features.
“Why are you so upset?” he asks me softly.
I swallow a couple times before answering. “M-mum and D-dad d-don’t l-like…” I choke.
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me if you can't." Frankie keeps rubbing my back, and I breathe in deeply then continue.
“They don’t want me to be d-dating a b-boy, even though I like you so much and you make me so happy!”
Frankie’s eyes go wide, and then he pulls me back into a hug.
“Oh Gee…” he trails off.
“I don’t know what I'm supposed to do!” I cry.
Frankie thinks for a moment while I sob, and then speaks with a rational tone of voice.
“You can stay here until you think they will’ve calmed down, and then we’ll go see them. Together. And we can bring my mum.” He smiles at the last part.
I nod, still frowning, and fall onto the pillow. My throat feels raw and my eyes are puffy and burning. Also, a pounding headache is tormenting me, knocking on my skull like an unwanted visitor. I lie down more comfortably and shut my eyes, taking in long drags of the warm air around us.

“Hey,” Frankie says softly from next to me. The bed is not all that wide, so our bodies are warm and close. I've calmed down a little now; knowing that I don’t have to go back home until it’s necessary and that maybe I won’t have my ass thoroughly beaten has helped. I make a ‘hm’ noise in my throat to indicate I'm listening.
“We’ll be okay.” His voice is light, like he believes what he’s saying. I smile a little with my face on the pillow, hoping he is right.

Notes

*smiles nervously*

How are you all going? Hopefully well :)
It's almost Frankie's birthday!

- Run Bunny