Vision

Gerard quietly shooed Patrick out of the bathroom and helped me up off the edge of the sink, I was shaking so badly I could hardly stand.
“How’s your back doing?”
I didn’t feel like answering so I just grunted and nodded my head. My hair was covering my face and I just stared at my feet while Gerard held my hand.
“So, Chris, the back room or mine?” My head shot up and my eyes went wide.
“What?” I squeaked.
Gerard blushed slightly, I wouldn’t have noticed if I didn’t feel the blush creeping up my own neck and cheeks.
“For sleeping? I promised I would keep you safe, I intend to keep that promise.”
“Oh, right. Is it okay if we go in your room? I just don’t want to be in there right now.”
“Of course, let’s go.” He led me to a room in the back of the suite behind the living room. When we entered the door I could hardly suppress a gasp, it was beautiful. One wall was entirely a window, there was a beautiful dark wood desk covered in countless drawings and crumpled up papers, the large flat screen TV mounted on the left side of the room had a thin layer of dust on it, there were also three loveseats in the corner with a small coffee table, and the bed was a glorious king size bed with a fluffy navy blue duvet and what looked to be black sheets, there were three pillows in black pillow cases and one in what looked like a Star Wars pillow case. I would have giggled had I not realized something; there was only one bed. No couches, only the three loveseats and the desk chair.
“Oh shit, I forgot your clothes in the bathroom, you wait right here, I’ll go get them, you can sit anywhere you like.”
I didn’t want to be left alone but I felt like I had already asked for too much from him. I went and sat in the desk chair and peeked through a few of the drawings. They were amazing. One depicted a couple, a man and a woman, they looked like they were about to kiss but they were frowning and covered in blood. Another showed four people standing in a line, they were all dressed in very colorful clothes, on the far left there was a man in a black jacket with big brown hair, next to him was a shorter man with long black hair and a multicolored jacket, next to him was a man with bright red hair in a blue jacket, and on the far right was a man with blonde hair buzzed on the sides and in a bright red jacket. There were so many other drawings as well, they were all amazing.
I heard the floor creak behind me and stood up so fast I nearly fell over, I was half expecting to see Brendon behind me so when I saw Gerard’s red hair and smile I was beyond relieved. He held out the clothes for me and after I took them he turned around to watch the door.
As I was changing I scoffed at him, he was adorably gentlemanly, even though he had seen everything he still won’t look at me. I didn’t know if I should be offended but I decided to brush it off.
“All done?”
“All done.”
He turned back to face me and grinned like a five year old.
“What? Is there something on my face?”
“No, it’s just, you look really adorable in oversized t-shirts.” All I could do was sigh and walk over to Gerard and give him a giant hug. When he hugged me back I felt tears burning the backs of my eyes.
“Thank you.” I whispered into his shoulder, I wasn’t sure if he could hear me but I needed to say it.
“Come on, let’s get you into bed.” I let him help me get comfortable, I made sure I wasn’t on the Star Wars pillow; I figured he had it because he needed it. When he started to walk away I grabbed his arm.
“Where are you going?”
“I was gonna put the chairs together and use those, don’t worry, I’m not leaving you.”
“No, Gerard, please. This is your room you deserve to use your own bed.”
“Well technically it’s Patrick’s.”
“I don’t care, come on, it’s a big enough bed and I would feel bad.” Gerard sighed reluctantly but sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I’m going to change and then I’ll be right back,” he paused before sighing and continuing, “to join you. Okay?” I smiled like a schoolgirl and squeezed his hand before releasing him.
He was only gone what felt like ten seconds when he returned in a pair of black sweatpants and a Misfits t-shirt. He looked adorable, the neck of his shirt was ripped so it showed off his collarbone and his pants were at least two inches too long for him. He climbed into the bed carefully as if I were a full wine glass that could spill. As he pulled he covers over himself he was careful to hardly take any. I felt bad; I was making him uncomfortable, I didn’t know what to do to help.
We sat there in uncomfortable silence for a while, neither of us moving; soon we began slowly getting more comfortable. I would sneak further under the covers, Gerard would turn on his side, I would curl up my legs, and Gerard would readjust his Star Wars pillow. Soon we realized we had slowly been getting closer and closer to one another, my hand brushed against him and he flinched at first but then grabbed my hand and held it in his, a comfortable silence at last.

Notes

A little fluff for you guys!
Sorry for the wait, Killjoys! I had a very busy weekend, one of my best friends flew all the way from France to visit me! Him and I had the best weekend ever so that's why I wasn't able to update.
Regardless, I'm glad you are all still reading and I hope you all are doing well!

Question of the day: Do any of you guys play instruments? If not do you sing?