Drinking By The Mausoleum Door

Gerard's P.O.V

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One week later. Home.

I stared down at Mysty. My fiance. Soon to be my wife. My wife. Mrs Martina Way. Sound's brilliant to me. Only one month to go. We've decided that Oli will give her away and Mikey's my best man. It's going to be a small wedding. Just our friends and my parents. Problem is that Mysty has loads of friends. I'm particularly worried about Sammy being there. He freaks me out. It's the way he looks at me. Like he wants to eat me. Before you start thinking I'm over reacting. Even Bob noticed it the night Mysty proposed to me. We'd gone back into the theatre and told everyone that I'd accepted. While everyone was congratulating Mysty, Bob whispered in my ear.
"That guy looks like he wants to eat you." He'd nodded towards Sammy.
I'd froze. "That's Sammy." I'd said, turning to face Bob.
He'd laughed. "The guy that came on to you at the parade?"
I'd blushed. "Yes." Then someone snaked their arm's around my waist and I'd froze, wide eyed. They put their mouth to my ear.
"I love you, Gerard." Mysty. Thank fuck for that. Bob laughed.
Now I'm looking forward to the wedding next month. I stroked Mystys cheek, then kissed her forehead.
She stirred slightly. "Hey, sweetheart." She whispered, tiredly. "What time is it?" I smile.
"It's early." I said. "Go back to sleep, baby."
She cuddled into my side, resting her head on my shoulder. "Okay. Love you."
I hugged her back. "Love you too." I said. I soon drifted off to sleep.

Notes

Short chapter before the chaos.xxx