It's Not a Fashion Statement
15
gerards pov
The alarm buzzes under my pillow and I jolt awake. I try to find my phone using only my hand, fishing around under the pillow. I move my hand around and finally grab hold of my vibrating phone. It’s too early.
I’m just about to sit up, when I feel a light arm around my waist holding me down onto the bed. Damn, I forgot Frankie slept with me last night. Not like that, just sleeping, cuddling, nothing else.
I turn over so that I’m looking at him. His chest rises and falls with every small breath he takes. He looks so peaceful, lightly snoring and snuggled into the soft covers. I would love to stay here and watch him sleep, but sadly, we have work.
Well, actually, I have work. I don’t need to photo anything with Frankie for a few weeks, which is nice; we’ll get to spend a lot of time together. Although, he has to come with me to a few presentations, and I still haven’t told him he has to do a catwalk. I have a feeling he is going to flip out when I tell him.
But today, I’m shooting for my brother’s line. My brother, Mikey, is also a well-known model, who started working for me from day one of my business. He was the first person I got to model for me. He also met his girlfriend Kristin whilst she modelled for me about a year ago.
I press a soft kiss to his forehead, his eyes then fluttering open and looking around, slightly confused at first, but then he realises where he is and relaxes. He stretches out and kicks the covers off, sitting on the edge of the bed and brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“Morning,” I try to speak, but it comes out as a whisper, as I haven’t spoken yet today and my voice hasn’t warmed up yet.
“Morning,” he beams at me. I can’t help but smile back, its like his mood radiates off him.
“What do you want for breakfast? I don’t have to go in until 11, so we can have what we want… how about pancakes?”
“Oh my god, I haven’t had pancakes since I was like, nine. Yes, please,” he looks so giddy and happy. I like making frank happy, it makes me happy.
I stand up and my naked stomach is revealed. I pick up the t-shirt from the floor- the one I couldn’t be bothered to put away last night- and I can feel Frankie is staring at me. I know I have a good body. Not tooting my own horn, but I am a worldwide model.
I raise the top above my head, when I suddenly feel two hands grip onto my side.
“Gerard…”
I turn around, to see Frankie is looking up at me with big, innocent eyes.
He bites his lip and rubs his hand along my chest. For fuck's sake, he is trying to sexy and is succeeding very well.
I drop the shirt and move Frankie’s hands off my waist. Don’t forget, he is still sixteen. Until he is seventeen, I don’t want to take anything too far. He’s just experiencing the horny teenage boy phase.
A look of betrayal and embarrassment takes over his blushed face. I brush a stray piece of hair behind his ear and cup my hands around his cheeks.
“You’re still sixteen,”
“I know, but I just…you have a really nice body and-”
I chuckle and pick this shirt up off the floor, now sliding it over my head and putting my arms through.
“Maybe one day, sugar,” I ruffle his hair and wink, opening the bedroom door for us to go into the kitchen.
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“Thank you,” Frank has just finished his pancakes and is sitting on the sofa with a cover and the empty plate on his lap.
“My pleasure,”
“No, seriously Gerard, every little thing, I can’t thank you enough. I don’t think you understand how much all this means to me,”
I sit next to him on the sofa and wrap an arm around his shoulder.
“It’s no problem, I’m just glad you’re happy,”
“Happy would be an understatement,”
I lean in and press my lips to his, as it sends fireworks throughout my whole body. I feel franks sleeved-hand hover around the side of my face, tickling my skin and playing with my hair. I couldn’t resist it.
I pull away and get up off the sofa, keeping eye contact with Frankie until I get to the door.
I get to my room and open my wardrobe to a full line of suits. It’s kind of boring just wearing black every day. I might change it up a bit. I pick out a full white suit with a grey shirt. I hold it up to my body in the mirror, and it goes really well with my bright red hair.
After changing into it, I walk down into the kitchen, and to my surprise, Frankie is waiting dressed in a black suit.
He notices me and immediately comments on my choice of suit.
“Different, but I like it,”
I thank him and ask him what he’s doing in a suit. Not that it’s a problem, just; I don’t know why he’s wearing it.
“What’s with the suit?”
“I was wondering if I could go into work with you. I won't be annoying, I promise,”
“Sure, anytime. You’ll have to deal with my brother, though,”
“Michael way?”
“Yeah, him. You can call him Mikey though,”
I usher Frankie out of the door and outside, as I ring my driver to hurry up.
We wait outside my house on the patio steps for a few minutes, until a big black limousine pulls up in my driveway. I open the door for Frankie, then getting in myself. I pull the door shut and slide around the seat so I’m next to Frankie. I grab hold of his hand and give him a quick kiss on the lips. I sit back and watch the blush creep up onto his face, he’s adorable.
We pull up outside my building, and I let go of franks hand and get out of the car. I hold open the door for him, and then slam it shut once he’s out. I pull my sunglasses down and brush my hair out with my fingers in one slick movement. It’s kind of like a habit now, every time I arrive in the morning I pull my glasses down and run a hand through my hair.
I push open the glass doors, to find Mikey sat on the leather sofa in the reception.
“Mikey!” I engulf him in a huge hug and pat his back. He hugs back and then soon pulls out of the hug to ask about frank.
“Oh, he’s my new model.”
Frank holds out his hand as Mikey shakes it and they greet each other.
Kristin is here too, and Frank and I both greet her like we did Mikey.
I lead them all to the elevator, selecting the third floor. Kristin and I are talking, whilst frank is silent and Mikey is just standing in the middle looking around at the ceiling of the elevator like an idiot.
“oi, mikes,” I nudge him when the doors open. He suddenly snaps out of his inquisitive gaze and follows us out of the lift and into a studio room. This room is one of my favourites. It’s basically a huge white room with loads of different coloured lights. I lead mikey and Kristin into the dressing rooms with the line of clothing I designed. It’s quite a casual line, yet also sophisticated.
Once they’re done dressing, we go back into the studio and frank is sitting on the black box in the far corner of the room, behind all the cameras and computers. If I weren’t looking out for him, I wouldn’t have noticed him.
I get a few shots, and I can’t help but stare at frank. He’s looking down and kicking his legs on the side of the box. It’s cute, because his legs are hanging off the edge of the big box and they don’t reach the floor.
When Mikey and Kristen are done with their current outfits, I tell them to go change whilst I join frank. I push myself up onto the box and take franks hand.
“What’s up?”
He keeps his vision trained to the floor and starts mumbling.
“Nothin, I’m just a bit out of it today-“
I pull him up and drag him over to the computer.
“sit here then, that way I don’t have to keep turning around to look at my adorable boyfriend,”
He smiles and brushes a loose strand of hair behind his ear.
“Adorable?”
“In every way,”
-
We finished photographing and now we’re going out for lunch. Mikey is taking us to one of his favourite cafés in the center so we can get a coffee and a sandwich or something.
We sit in the corner of the little café on two opposite sofas with a table between us. Mikey and Kristin are sitting together, Mikey with his arm around her, and Frank and I are sitting on the other.
We order four lattes and exchange casual conversation.
“Alright. What’s going on with you two-“
Frank and I exchange looks of worry, instantly knowing what Mikey is talking about.
“What do you mean?” Not that I don’t trust Mikey with knowing, just I want to know how he knows.
“Why are you so worried, no one cares-“
“How did you know?”
“c’mon, it’s so obvious. You keep looking at each other and smiling, and hand touching and… Gerard is actually being nice for a change-“
“Hey! I’m not that bad,”
“Yeah, well, you were. You were so miserable and rude to everyone, even me. Wasn’t he Kristin-“
“Yeah, you’re so cheery and…relaxed at the moment,”
They agree with each other and leave me reflecting on how much frank has brightened my life recently.
“So, that’s the only way you know, you haven’t heard it from anyone?”
They both shake their heads and ask why I’m so curious
“Frank’s sixteen,”
“Oh.” They both chime in at the same time.
I watch frank tense up in the corner of my eye. He’s been really quiet today.
“I thought he looked a bit young to be honest gee,”
“I’m just a bit small okay?” Frank suddenly butts in, defending himself.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it in a rude way, you’re really sweet together,”
“I like him a lot,”
That wasn’t intended on slipping out of my mouth, but I’m glad it did. I feel his grip tighten in my hand.
“I like you a lot too, gee,” I lean in and give him a small kiss. My stomach flips and my heart skips a few beats. His lips are so soft and smooth, and he smells amazing. He does that thing where he brings one hand up to the side of my face when we kiss and it’s really cute. I pull away and keep eye contact with his intriguing hazel ones.
“Awh,”
I’m snapped back into reality when I realise Mikey and Kristin are both cooing at us.
“Hey, stop,”
“Ha, Gee is blushing. I can’t remember the last time I saw gee blush,” Kristin nods and joins in.
“Yeah, you haven’t been this happy in years,”
“In fact, Gerard is never happy,”
“Oh my god guys stop-“
“See he would’ve flipped out by now-“
“Alright, point made. Yes, frank makes me happy.”
“I do?” frank blushes
“Have you even seen the way he’s looking at you? He’s never looked at anyone like that.” Mikey states, I try hiding my grin with my hair, but I know it’s not going to work.
“Anyway, we best be off now,” Mikey and Kristin stand up and link hands. Mikey hands me some money for his drinks, but I decline it and make him keep it.
“cya, nice meeting you frank, hope to see you both again soon,” Kristin waves and Mikey follows giving me one last hug.
“wanna head back now?”
Frank nods and comes with me to pay at the till. We leave and wave for a cab, because we're too lazy to walk and I’m too lazy to wait for my driver to pick us up.
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Notes
*sits in bed all day eating pizza*
this chapter took me hours to write bc i kept getting distracted
anyway hErE u gO
holi shit this was number 1 like yesterday i literally screamed when i realised it was on the popular page thing and im
omg
ok noice have a good day
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Literally a classic
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