It's Not a Fashion Statement

gerards pov
“Are you packed yet babe?” I shout from downstairs, making my way into our room to find Frankie sat on his suitcase trying to get it shut.
“Yeah… I’m- I’ve got it… totally… nearly… done, one, sec-“ he struggles, shouting, oblivious to the fact I’m standing right behind him and there’s no need to shout.

I decide I’m just going to stand here and watch him struggle, because it’s kind of cute. He jumps on the case and sits himself down, tugging in his knees and trying to zip it up around the sides.
I quietly tiptoe down the stairs and rummage in the cupboard under the sink for the megaphone I have somewhere.

I tiptoe back upstairs and stand behind Frankie, as he continues trying to zip up the case.
I switch it on and shout as loud as I can down it.
“WOULD YOU LIKE SOME HELP THERE?”
Frankie suddenly jumps up and screams, falling over onto his ass and lying on the floor.
I burst into laughter, dropping the megaphone onto the floor, as Frankie struggles to pick himself up, the shock still making him shake.
“Oh my god, that was too funny- wait are you okay?” I immediately stop and rush over to him, as he shivers and looks around the room clueless, backing away from my touch.
“Frankie?”
He stays silent and backs away, shuffling along the floor, I didn't think I scared him this much.
Five minutes pass in silence, me trying to talk to him but no avail.
“Frankie, you’re worrying me, did you hit your head?”
He remains looking at me blankly, which really freaks me out. I decide I’m going to go call an ambulance or something, because this is definitely not normal and I’m not taking any chances. I turn around to go downstairs and grab my phone, when suddenly an ear-piercing shout makes me jump out of my skin.
“FUCK YOU” and a loud giggle erupts the room, when I turn around to find Frankie laughing on the floor, clutching the megaphone in his hand.

I join in laughing and help him up, shaking my head.
“You’re an idiot, I nearly called the ambulance,”
“It did scare me though. The first few minutes were genuine. I’ve never been so shocked in my whole life,” he states, laughing it off.
I sigh and crouch down to the barely-closed case, trying to tug the zips around.
“Okay… you stand on it, i'll zip, yeah?”
He nods and stands himself on the case, even though it doesn’t make any difference.
I unzip the case fully, and all the clothes are scrunched up inside.
“You have no idea how to pack, do you?” I chuckle, taking out the jumpers.
He sits himself down next to me, crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hand.
“I don’t do folding, I’m just not that sort of guy.”
I laugh at his remark, shaking my head and folding each of his items of clothing carefully, then placing them back into the case, and immediately there’s half the case empty.
Frankie peers in the case in confusion, looking back up at me, a smirk playing on his face.
“It’s magic,” I state, twinkling my fingers, gaining a giggle from Frankie.
“I can do magic, y’know,” he says, reaching over for a tissue from the box on the bedside table.
He holds it up and starts tucking each corner into his hand carefully. He holds it up in his hand, gesturing to it with his other hand.
He then blows into the tissue and pops his middle finger up, erupting into another fit of giggles.
“You’re so silly,” I smile to myself, zipping his case up easily and taking it downstairs to the front door.
“Hey, wait up!” he calls, following me closely behind.
“I’m not going anywhere without you,”
I wrap my arm around him and kiss his forehead, ruffling his hair.
“Hey, you just messed it up,” he frowns, combing his hand through it again.

“You look amazing anyway,” I answer truthfully, earning a smirk from frank.
Joe pulls up outside my house, opening the cab door for Frankie and me, taking our cases and loading them into the boot.
He starts driving and asking us about what we’re doing in Paris, but the only thing on my mind is how much I love Frankie.
I take a moment to admire his beauty, not that I don’t usually, but really admire him. He talks to Joe, his face straight until he replies with something funny and he smiles at himself.

Frankie is so fun; he’s always making me laugh and doing stupid things.
He continues with the conversation, occasionally brushing a piece of loose hair out of his eyes and tucking it behind his ear, it then falls back in front of his face and then having to blow it out of his eyes. He sticks his lip out and narrows his eyes onto the loose strand of hair, and it makes me smile just watching him.

The jumper he’s wearing is quite big, and the sleeves are tucked around his knuckles like usual, and I find it really cute. He turns around and meets eye contact with me, as a blush and a smile spreads over his face when he notices the adoration in my eyes.

“Ah, young love,”
Joe perks up, watching us in the reflection of the mirror and sighing. Frankie giggles and says something back to Joe, which makes Joe burst out laughing.
Frankie smiles at himself, knowing what he said was funny. I wish I had heard what he said, because I don’t want to miss out any of his jokes, as childish as it sounds.
“Only you would say something like that,” Joe sighs, shaking his head and still laughing.
They both continue quietly laughing and I feel so lucky to have such an amazing human like Frankie in my life.

“Well anyway, we’re at the airport now, so see you in a few days when I pick you up. Enjoy your stay, stay safe guys!” he says, waving out of the window as he pulls away from the curb Frankie and I are standing on with our cases.

“c’mon then.” I lead Frankie towards the airport, holding the heavy glass door open for him.
He looks around at all the desks and checkouts in amazement.
“I’ve never been on a plane, or anything like that,” he tells me, grinning.
I feel excitement bubbling inside of me; just knowing the fact Frankie is going to have a good time.

After we check in, our luggage is sorted out, and we have been through security, we wait in the queue to board the plane, each with our Starbucks. Well, I have a large coffee, and Frankie has some milkshake thing with loads of whipped cream on. He sips the pink shake through the straw; his lips sealed around it and his eyes gently closed.
“This is sooooo nice,”
I agree, sipping my steaming coffee.
We’re nearly at the front, when I trip over my shoelace and stumble, falling onto my bum. Frankie bursts out laughing, trying not to spit his drink out in the process, whilst I’m laughing on the floor.
He covers his mouth and tries his hardest to make sure the drink inside his mouth doesn’t escape, also hoping he doesn’t choke on it either, but he fails and spits it back into the cup, stepping away and erupting into more giggles, whilst I’m sitting on the floor and quite a lot of people are staring. We’re a mess.
He wipes his mouth and throws the cup of regurgitated spit in the bin, wiping his hand on his jumper and helping me up.

I go to tie my shoelace, holding the tickets in my mouth. The queue moves so that we’re now at the front, and the woman is impatiently waiting for us to move along. I hop over on one foot, still trying to tie my lace. I hold up my finger indicating one minute, but the woman doesn’t seem to be too pleased about that one measly minute waiting time, so I gesture for her to take them out of my mouth. She gives me a look of disgust and carefully takes the tickets out of my mouth and the passports off Frankie (I ordered him a new one because he didn’t have one), flicking open to the information page. Her face changes from annoyance to shock, then flicking her eyes between my passport photo and myself.
“Gerard Way?”
She exclaims, in shock. Yeah… no one really realises I’m me now I have black hair, they’re all so used to my unmistakeable bright red hair.
I nod and sigh, as a few people turn around to look my way.
She squeals and flicks through Frankie’s passport, squealing again.
“Frank iero,” the name slips off her tongue smoothly, like every time I say his name.
She looks between us, smiling and biting her lip.
“You’re a cute couple, have a good flight sir’s.”
I thank her and grab Frankie’s hand, then pulling him close into my side and walking down the plane corridor.
I give him a quick kiss on the lips and wrap an arm around his waist.
We walk onto the plane and to our seats, which of course Parlar booked as first class.

I walk down the isle and notice a couple with what looks like two twin newborn babies with them, cooped up on the their knees.

“Excuse me, I was just wondering if you would like to swap seats to first class, as we don’t really need them and you look pretty squashed,”
I ask, as Frankie grins at me.
“Oh no, it’s okay, we’ll be okay, go enjoy yourselves,”
“Are you sure? We honestly don’t need them, we’d happily swap,” Frankie adds, gripping his hand into mine.
The couple look at each other and shrug, the man gently bopping one of the children up and down on his knee, trying to calm him down.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, of course,” I confirm, telling them the seats and helping them move their bags to the seats.
They sit down and instantly have enough room, the children calming down and going silent, curled up in their parents’ laps.
They thank us and Frankie and I make our way back to their previous seats.
“That was really sweet of you,” frank starts, his legs crossed in his seat and holding my hand in his own.
“hm. They needed them more. Plus, it kind of makes me feel a bit snobby when I sit in first class, I’m just the same as every other human on this plane, so why should I get the more privileged seats when clearly I don’t need them? I feel like they shouldn’t be for the people who can afford them, but instead for the people who actually need them y’know?”
He nods, leaning in and giving me a gentle kiss on my lips. It’s nothing too much, just soft and gentle, not too short and not too long. It’s just a really nice kiss that warms my heart.
The plane starts, moving across the runway. Frankie looks at me with excitement bubbling in his eyes, suddenly seeming extremely child like.
I nod in the direction of the window and lean over, pulling up the shutter so that you can now see outside. Frankie peers out and smiles, gripping his hand in mine even tighter. A man walks down the isle of the plane, going through the safety procedures, even though I’m pretty sure no one is listening to them, well I know Frankie certainly isn’t. He’s too busy tracing the patters of scratches on the little square window next to him.

The plane starts speeding up and suddenly lifts off the ground, as Frankie peers out of the window in amazement.
After about ten minutes, Frankie finally turns away from the window and to look into my eyes.
“Eight hours to go,” I sigh, lifting up the armrest that separates Frankie and I, undoing his seatbelt and my own, pulling him closer so he’s nearly in my lap. He leans his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes and yawning. He tugs his legs onto the spare seat next to us, whilst I wrap an arm around his shoulder and tug him close into my body.

I watch him drift off to sleep, listening to his silent snores which just sound like heavy breathing and admiring his peaceful features. It sounds weird, but when you’re asleep, it’s like your whole face is suddenly calmer, gentler, and peaceful. He looks so beautiful when he’s asleep.

About two hours into the flight, a man walks down the isle with a trolley and offering coffee. He gets to me and coos at Frankie peacefully snoozing on my shoulder, my arm wrapped around his small waist and my head gently leaning above his, whilst one of his arms hug around me. He instantly changes his tone to a whisper, which makes me feel happy that he’s so considerate.
“Can I get you anything, sir?” he whispers, and I nod, handing him some money for a coffee. He pours some in a cup and hands it to me, along with the change.
“You two are adorable, hope you have a good time in Paris or where ever you stay,”
“Thank you.” I smile and blush, stroking out Frankie’s hair with my hand.

Notes

ooh we gonna have some smut soon thEn SO MUCH DRAMA

are poeple still like reading this? idk i just... when ever i see comments pop up i always get worried that it's something bad and i get scared to look at them sometimes, even though i always read them and theyre really nice. i d k i just can't help but feel like this is really shit sometimes