Frank's POV

Gerard's fallen asleep already as a feel my phone buzz beneath me. I pick it up and see I have a text from someone I don't know. I curiously open up the messages app, and instantly recognize the stupid signature after the short text.
"Check your front porch ;) -Jammy"
I cursed under my breath, and slowly got up to go downstairs. As I unlocked the door, it flew open, and I was tackled.
"What the fuck??" I punched at whatever was on me, but once I heard an innocent yelp, I immediately froze. My gaze rose, revealing, of course, Jamia. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"What do you want. I have someone over, so make it quick. Oh, and get the hell off me!" I was pissed off, now. She pouted, then stood up. I did the same, and took a step away from her. I wasn't sure what she was going to do, so I took caution.
"Well babe, I just missed you SO MUCH! And I was hoping you missed me too..." She smirked, and took a step forward. I took another step back, and put my hands out as some kind of barrier.
"Jamia, we're over. We've been over for, what, two months now? Get out if you have nothing else to say. I've moved on, and you shoul-" I was cut off by a sloppy, violent kiss to the mouth. It took me a moment to realize what was happening, but once I did, I shoved her away. I heard a small gasp from the top of the stairs, and my head turned around so fast I'm surprised I didn't get whiplash. A wet-faced Gerard stands, unstable, and looks like someone just shot him. I stare at him, wondering what to say to reassure him to know this wasn't what it seemed, but before I could speak, he ran back into my room.
"Who was tha-"
"You get the fuck out of my house right now and never come back or I swear you'll regret it." Jamia looks shocked at the frustration in my voice, but quickly turns to exit, slamming the door on her way out. I run up to my room, but can't find Gerard. I notice by now that I've been crying, so I start to cry more. I check every room, and finally get to the bathroom. It's locked, so he's obviously inside. I try to calm down as much as possible, and gently knock on the door.
"B-baby...? Can I c-come in? What you saw isn't what you think, I swear..." I hear a small sniffle and a very quiet hiss.
"N-no, y-you can't come in, I-I bon't b-believe you!" He's infuriated, and I don't blame him. I reach to the top of the door frame and feel for the key that could let me in. Once it's in my grasp, I decide to let him speak once more.
"Gee, either you let me in, or I come in myself." I hear movement, but no response. I unlock and open the door, and my heart drops. I examine the room, noticing blood in the sink, a razor next to the faucet, and a panicked Gerard sitting on top the toilet, wrists cut and tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Gerard... baby... w-why??" I can't think straight at this point, all that's going through my brain is the word "blood".
"Why? WHY?? What do you think? What would you do if you woke up to find your boyfriend kissing someone? It's not like someone would just laugh it off and say 'Oh, it's okay!', because it's not! If you were just using me, you could've just told me to save the pain!" Gerard broke down after that. He was basically screaming, he was crying so hard. I walked over to him, careful of his arms, and held him. He didn't deny the action, so we sat there for what seemed like hours. I picked him up from the toilet and carried him to my room.
"Stay here as I get things to clean you up. I'll explain everything while I work on you." He nodded slowly, and I quickly walked out to get the supplies I needed. When I came back, he was sitting on my bed, staring at his arms. Luckily he didn't cut deep; they were more like cat scratches if anything, but they still bled, and there were tons of them.
"They hurt, so either hurry up or have me clean them myself,"
"Sorry, Gee, it's just...I'm so sorry..." I trailed off and began to wipe his arms down with a damp cloth. I continued to clean as I began to explain.
"Jamia, my ex girlfriend, is still obsessed over me. We dated for about 3 years, but I found out she was cheating on me because I wouldn't have sex with her. I broke up with her, like any sane person would. She randomly pops up some times to see me, which I always dread. No warning or anything, just comes to my door and acts like we're still together. I have no interest in her anymore, Gee... I'm so sorry you had to see that. God, I fucking hate myself!" I stand up and pace the area of my room for a second, and remember I'm supposed to be treating his wounds. I sit back down and tend to him, but I still curse at myself silently. I look up to his face and he's staring at me.
"What? Did I say something wrong?" He smiles a little and leans in to kiss me softly.
"I'm sorry, Frankie. I should have known you wouldn't do something like that. I mean, you're just too nice and loyal to do something like that! What was I thinking..." I smile, and tilt his head so he's looking at me. I kiss him as passionately as possible, and he smiles.
"I'm so sorry, babe. I'll make sure she never comes back, and if she does... well for her sake, let's hope she doesn't." He giggles a little, and hugs me. As soon as his arms are around me, he squeaks and jumps back, looking at his arms.
"I'd love to hug you, but...um..."
"I understand. Hey it's late, wanna sleep?"
"I'm not that tired... can we stay up? Pleaaaaaase?" He gives the best pout and I smile, going over to lay with him.
"I'll love to, sweetie," I kiss his cheek, and soon after, he quietly mumbles back a response that makes my heart soar.
"I love you, sweetie." I feel him tense up, and all I can do is smile. He quickly sits up and his eyes are wider than the moon.
"D-did I j-just say t-that out loud??" He trembles, like I'm about to hurt him.
"Yes, you did. And to answer the other question that's most likely running through your head, yes."
"Yes what?" He scrunched up his nose in confusing, making me laugh. I quickly kiss him, and recover to face him.
"I love you too, Gee. Lots." We're both smiling like idiots now, and he quickly comes to kiss me. I reach to hold his face, noticing he's crying. I wipe his tears away, and he breaks the kiss.
"Frankie baby what time is it?" I check my phone, and it says 8:27 PM in bold letters. I move so he can see too, and he nods as a response.
"Can we go out? I don't feel like staying in..."
"Of course, darling! Where to?"
He put thought into the question, which gave me time to study his beautiful face. Though he had puffy red eyes from crying, and looked like he was emotionally runner by a truck (which I think he was), he was still the most gorgeous human I've ever laid eyes on.
"Frankie, are you with me?"
"Not exactly," I blush, and he gives a tiny smirk.
"I said, let's just go and walk around, nowhere specific," I agreed, and we began to get ready.
Once we left, I held his hand gently as we walked.
"Gee?"
"Yeah, Frankie?" He looks up, and his eyes are next to glowing.
"I love you, beautiful," I kiss him, and he reaches for my face as our lips meet.
"I love you too, baby," He kisses my jaw, and we continue walking.

Notes

Hey everyone!
Sorry about the update lack, my friend was over for two nights, so I couldn't write :-( But I can now!
Hope you all had a great break, and good luck to everyone going back Monday!
Not sure how I like this chap... maybe some feedback? Not necessary, but it'd be nice to know what you guys thought :-)
Two more updates later, hopefully, but I need to sleep as of right now, since it's 2:22 AM... but if not two, then one!!
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-Ava xx