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Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair

Chapter 5: I love the ground where on he stands (PART 2)

Gerard POV

When he closed the door, I went over to lock it. He wanted something... of course he did. This same thing had happened to me before. Men who didn't want to pay would take me over to their homes.. and then kick me out. I'd have to return to the house with no money and to an angry brother and father. Carefully, I took off my clothes and slipped into the water. It was warm and soothing. But there was something different about Frank. He could have stayed with me in the bathroom... fucked me on the wall or in the bathtub, like another would. But instead, he left me to privacy. Like he... respected me.

Soft music began playing from outside. I head the sizzling of a pan, and soon, the air was full of delicious smells. In a few minutes, there was a soft knock at my door.

"Gerard. I made food for you. Whenever you're ready."

I told him yes and stood up from the tub. Then, I showered and wrapped myself in the tower.

I got dressed (he had left some packaged underwear on the toilet seat).

Carefully, I made my way out to the kitchen.

Before I could enter, I heard a woman's voice.

"Why are you cooking, mister Iero?"

"I'm making food for a guest."

"Another charity case, sir? How old is the young man?"

"He's more than that, Elise. I think I might even-."

I stepped into the kitchen and Frank fell silent. He pointed to a chair and I took a seat. Then, he put a plate with fried eggs, bacon and toast in front of me. He watched me begin to eat.

"Gerard, this is Elise. She's my maid."

I looked up to the fit woman and nodded. I swallowed and stretched out my hand.

"Nice to meet you."

She smiled curiously.

"You're beautiful." She breathed.

"T-Thank you." I blushed.

Then, then both fell silent to watch me finish up my meal.

After I was done, Elise took my plate. I looked down at the floor as Frank read the newspaper. Elise left the room.

"So, you do this often?" I asked softly.

He looked up from his paper and frowned.

"You heard that?"

I bit my lip and nodded.

"You're gonna use me, aren't you. They always do."

"No, Gerard. I would never-."

"Then I'm just another charity case, AM I?"

I stood up from the table, my hands trembling. Tears were threatening to overwhelm me.Frank jumped up.

And I ran. I ran across his hall all the way to his room and grabbed my bag. I wouldn't give this man the chance to hurt me.

He was there before I got out. He pressed me on the wall.

"Go ahead." I choked out. "Do what you brought me here to do!"

"What do you want, Gerard?" He mumbled, against my neck.

"I want you to use me so you can be just like the others." I choked out, tears rolling down my face. "So I don't place false hope in you."

He pressed me on the wall with his body and lifted me by my thighs. I was sobbing as he delivered butterfly kisses on my neck, spreading my legs and rubbing himself on me. Then, he pulled me away from the wall and took me to the bed. He placed me on it... but didn't get on me like I had expected him to.

Right in front of my eyes, he kneeled next to the bed and took my hand. I sat up.

"I will never use you, Gerard. I swear it on my life. Since the moment I saw you, I knew you needed me. You're not a slut, Gerard. Not anymore."

I yanked away from him and screamed. He jumped on the bed and grabbed me before I jumped off.

"IT'S TRUE, GERARD!"

He shouted over my screaming. I struggled in his arms.

"YOU'RE CRAZY!" I screeched "LET ME GO! HELP!! SOMEONE PLE-!"

"GERARD, I THINK I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU!"

His declaration made my body freeze. Love? No... he couldn't have said LOVE. I looked at him in shock. He was crying too.

"Love?" I asked, my voice sounding small and scared.

"Yes." He whispered between tears. "I LOVE you, Gerard. I truly do."

"You don't know me." I whispered.

"I know you like the Misfits. I know you didn't want to stay back there. I know you need me to keep you safe. And I know you want someone who'll love you back. Please... give me a chance to be that someone. And even if you don't, at least stay here until you can get on your feet."

Frank buried his face in my stomach. I could feel his tears falling limply as he awaited my judgement.

"What are you trying to say?" I whispered.

He looked up, his eyes red and puffy... but full of... love.

"Gerard... please be my boyfriend?"

Notes

This seems to be getting a lot of positive feedback! Hope you gus=ys enjoy! I actually have been writing this story like mad.

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Comments

@my chemical spooks
THANK YOUUU
anti-frerard is in which fate does not want them to truly be happy together

BLOOD'Y REVENGE BLOOD'Y REVENGE
1/19/17

HOLY SHIT YOU WRITE LIKE A POET WOW

anti-frerard, whats that? meh love the story

@Lost_Soul
thank you!!

BLOOD'Y REVENGE BLOOD'Y REVENGE
11/19/16

DUDE I LOVE THIS STORY <3

Lost_Soul Lost_Soul
11/13/16