It's Not a Fashion Statement

gerards pov
“I called earlier, and we are allowed to use central park for Halloween. So now, we need to find a charity.”
Frank and I walk through the busy New York streets. It’s half nine in the morning and we’re on our way to find a charity to fund for.
“Any ideas?” he asks, which I do, I do have an idea what charity I want to fund to.
“One for homeless kids, getting people off the streets, helping them out,”
Frank turns to me with certain sadness in his eyes.
“You’re amazing, you know that right?”
“You were in so much pain Frankie, no one should have to experience what you did,”
He nods and wraps an arm around my waist.
“I know. I think what you’re doing is really good,”
“Thanks to you, though,”
He gives me a confused look, and questions what I mean.
“Well, you make me happy, really happy, I’m actually getting out and enjoying my life now you’re around”
He smiles to himself and lets go from around my waist and points to a little building down a side street.
“There’s one. HTK, they’re a good charity for homeless kids and teenagers.”
I peer around the corner so the shop is in my line of vision and I take franks hand and pull him down the slip road.

We open the door and a little bell chimes above us, indicating customers.

We wait at the reception, when a lady rushes around the corner and greets us, apologising for taking time, even though it didn’t bother me.
“Mr. way, what may I do for you?” she seems surprised when she realises who I am. I’m used to it though, as arrogant as it sounds.
I explain to her about the event I’m planning and I ask if we can support this charity. Of course, she is ecstatic about the opportunity, as would any genuine charity worker would be.
“What may we do to help?”
“Spread the word, get people to attend. At the event you’ll have to help out with a few things and do a few speeches,”
We sign some sheets and exchange contact details. I arrange to meet up closer to the event and they can help us with setting up. Frank and I leave the store and continue walking through busy New York, wanting to hold hands, but still being cautious and resisting the contact.
Frankie is wearing a full black suit, which makes him extremely attractive. I mean, he was attractive before it, obviously, but he really suits it. But saying that, he really suits cardigans. In fact, Frankie doesn’t really have any casual clothes.
“Let’s go shopping,”
“What for?”
“You. You don’t really have any casual clothes. So let’s go buy some.”
He tells me there’s no need, but I’m making him anyway.
-
Frankie and I are both carrying several bags of shopping, after our successful trip in buying frank casual clothes. We bought some hoodies, t-shirts, skinny jeans, and cardigans, because I love him in cardigans.
I bought a few things, but it wasn’t much. We also went out for lunch, again. We went to the billboard office, asking for an advertisement, and now we're on our way back. We need to find a band for live music, but we’re going to put up a flyer somewhere for that.
I remember we don’t have much food left in, so I pull up at the large supermarket five minutes away from my house.
Yes, I decided to drive today, rather than getting someone else to do it for me. I have the patience at the moment for the traffic.
-
The next day was spent pretty much the same, just spending time with Frankie and organising the event. Things are looking good so far. But today, we have the local ‘New Fashion New York’ annual party and show. I’ve decided on Frankie wearing the first suit he tried, the lace one. Honestly, he looks amazing in it. He looks amazing in everything, but damn, he looks incredible. I finish brushing the grey eye shadow around the creases on his eyelids. I add white eyeliner to his waterline, and then under the eye I add some black eyeliner. He will defiantly stand out, I can tell you that.
There won't be any other models with piercings and tattoos. He’s short for a model; actually, he’s short for a human in general. Plus, models are supposed to be tall. But not Frankie, he doesn’t need to, his face is that perfect it takes the attention of his height. I pull the loop of hair in front of his eye and give it one last spray of hairspray. Perfect.
I’m wearing a white shirt with a thick, black silk tie. I have a black blazer, and the collar is a matching thick black silk. I’m wearing tight black pants, and I have had a full treatment on my hair so it’s not quite as bright red as earlier, but it’s still pretty bright. It just looks really shiny now.
I stand in front of the full-length mirror, with Frankie next to me. We make a hot couple, mostly on Frankie’s behalf. But I’m just his boss, and he’s just my model tonight, no one can know.
I nod at him and we leave my apartment and climb into the black limo parked in my drive.
I can feel Frankie’s hand slightly shaking in mine, so I kiss his hand, tell him he’ll do great and there’s no need to worry.
I’ve gone over everything and he seems cool with it all. We pull up outside the venue, and before the door opens I give him one last ‘pep talk’ if I can call it that.
“Knock em’ dead,”
“Got it,”
He gives me a fist pump and slides around the limo sofa so he’s next to the door. The door opens and he steps out, cameras instantly flashing in his eyes, but he’s doing well so far. He keeps his posture straight and maintains a serious face, waiting beside the door for me.
I slide out and give him a nod, as we walk down the carpet and through the glass doors into the venue.
I lead him behind the runway and give him one last hug before I head off and sit in my reserved seat in the crown.
“And Gerard way’s newest line, featuring model, Frank Iero,” I can’t help but smile when I hear his name over the intercom.
He enters the stage and walks up the center, flashing a smile and the odd wink to a crowd member. He looks amazing. The lights highlight his sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones, his shaped eyebrows arching around his gleaming eyes and I feel my heart race.
He stays at the front for a while and then turns, locking eye contact with me on the way. He is amazing.
I stand up and join him on the stage, waving as I walk by. I stand by the microphone and announce when the line will be in stores and so on.

After the rest of the models and designers are finished, we have to attend the after party. It’s basically just frank having to stand by my side the whole time whilst I am questioned on my new line.
It finished in three hours time, at 1 am, and I honestly cannot be bothered. Do you understand how hard it is to have the most attractive man in the world stood next to you and can’t hold his hand, or kiss him or, cuddle him and tell him how amazing he is?
“Ah, Mr. way,”
I’m snapped out of my trance when a man in a tailored suit holds out his bling-filled hand for me to shake.
I shake it and throw on a fake smile, until I look at frank and my smile turns certainly genuine.
“May I offer either of you a drink?”
“Oh, I don’t drink, what about you frank?”
“No, thank you very much though, sir,”
Now frank shakes the man’s hand and greets him.
“I must say, very different to any of the other lines and models. A good difference, though, Iv’e never seen a model like him. Perfect for the line, though,” I agree and thank him, in praise of Frankie. There’s a slight blush clouding over his cheeks and it’s so cute.
I have a few more comments on frank and how amazing he was, and I can’t help but feel like the luckiest, proudest person in the world.

I can’t imagine frank not being in my life anymore. What if he just left? I’d miss his little laugh, his cuddles and sarcastic remarks. I’d miss his soft hair and his beautiful eyes, his perfect little hands, which he always pulls his cardigan sleeves over. I’d miss his fragile figure and the way he bites his lip and messes with my hair, the way he brings his hand to the side of my face when we kiss, the way he rests his head in the crook of my neck when we cuddle. I’d miss whenever his skin is in contact with mine, it sends a buzz around my body and my heart races and I feel light headed. I just couldn’t imagine my life now without Frankie. Would I ever find anyone as perfect as Frankie? I realise I have completely fallen for him. I turn to look at him, when we lock vision and I watch closely, his eyes dilating and a full grin supporting his perfect face.

“And then I was like, well, why not?!”
I zone back into the conversation I’m having with some drunken bitch. Well, it’s just her blabbing on whilst I’m lost in thought about Frankie, as I give occasional nods and ‘hm’s’ when I feel appropriate, even though I have no idea what she is on about.
“Anyway, almost over, have to go, nice meeting you,” frank and I wave as she nearly stumbles over making her way to a man in a waistcoat.
I glance at the clock and notice there’s only ten minutes until the party is over. I can’t wait to hold Frankie in my arms and tell him how much he means to me.

We say our final goodbyes and make our way outside to our limousine. As soon as the door shuts I attack his lips and hold myself so close to him like if I let go I’d loose him forever.
I sit him on my lap and hug my arms around the fragile figure I love, whilst he runs his hand through my hair and we heatedly make out. My driver can probably see, but I don’t care. The car pulls up and practically run into the house and drag Frankie up the stairs to my room. I just want to cuddle him and hold him forever and never let go.
We climb into bed and reattach our lips, until I flip him over so that I’m propping myself up above him and taking in every feature of his beautiful face.
“Frankie,” my breathing is heavy and I can feel his is too.
“yeah?”
He brings his hands up to cup my face and his touch sends my heart racing.
“I was thinking today, earlier, at the party, how much you mean to me, and I honestly can’t imagine my life without you,”
“Me too,”
He is grinning ear to ear and he looks at me with lustful eyes. There’s something about this moment that I realise I have never felt like his before in my life, no one has looked at me like that before, and I’ve never looked at anyone else like I am looking at Frankie.
“I can’t wait until you’re seventeen. When you are, I’m going to show everyone you’re mine, and I’m never going to let you go, ever-“
“Really?”
“I’m completely falling for you Frankie. No one has ever made me so weak, no one has ever looked at me like the way you do,”
I lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips, as he allows my tongue to slide into his mouth and my stomach feels like there are hundreds of butterflies inside me. The kiss is slow and passionate, and it makes my head feel empty.

Notes

noice