It's Not a Fashion Statement

GERARDS POV
Frankie suddenly bursts into the room, kicking the door open and rushing to my side, concern in his eyes.
“Gee, what happened-“
“I thought you didn’t want to see me?” the words leave my mouth in a hurry, as I try to regulate my breathing.
“Yes, I know, but I heard a loud scream I wasn’t going to just ignore it-“
He replies, and then sits himself down next to me as his eyes carefully watch my every move. He then holds one of my hands in his and starts to exaggerate his breathing, as he tries to grip onto my other hand, but his huge cast on his other hand make that sort of difficult.
“Gee, just in, and out okay?” he says, staring into my eyes with worry.
I match his breathing and instantly start to feel a bit more relaxed. We stay like that for a few minutes until my breathing is fluent and I don’t need his support and guidance.
He lets go of my hand and uses his thumb to wipe away the tears that I didn’t even realise I had produced. His calloused thumb gently brushes across my cheek as he watches me with caution and regard, his eyebrows gently furrowing as he concentrates on clearing all the tears that are gently running down my flustered face.

“Gee, what’s wrong?” he asks, shuffling himself into the bed next to me and wrapping his arms around my shaking body.
“I thought you were mad-“ I state, not yet answering his question.
“Yes, I was, I was fuming. What you did was stupid. I’m still angry but I can forgive you. Now tell me what’s wrong.”
He tugs me closer and slips his hand into my hair, messing round with it and combing it out with his fingers, which feels relaxing.
“Nothing, it’s fine,” I reply, then earning a glare from Frankie.
“On a scale of 1-10, how stupid do you think I am? Because you’re making it out that I’m a solid fucking 12. Gerard I know something is wrong, you can tell me yknow,” he starts, brushing his hand over the side of my face and caressing my cheek soothingly.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” I sigh, turning over and tucking myself into the covers.
“Talk about what?” frank asks persistently when I don’t reply after the first three times he asks. I thought he would’ve just left by now.
“About what?” he questions for the 10th time, his tone growing slightly impatient.
“Gerard you have 10 seconds to turn over, acknowledge me and tell me what’s going on, otherwise I’m leaving and you’re not aloud to talk to me or even see me, never mind touching me, for the next week-“
“Oh okay- fine whatever….” I give in, rolling my eyes and immediately turning over and acknowledging him after the threat he places down.
“I knew that would work…” he mutters to himself, a smug smile ghosting over his lips, though it’s not obvious.
“Now talk to me gee, what was it?”
He slides down into the bed covers and cuddles me into his chest, gripping onto my bare chest and tracing soothing patters on it.
“Stop, that tickles-“ I giggle, squirming under his gentle touch and batting his hand away.
“Sorry… you just have a really nice chest, it’s kind of hard not to touch-“
“See, your threat would never have lasted…”
“Oh it could’ve, trust me,”
It’s tempting to reply with ‘prove it’, but I know I’ll regret saying that, because he’ll probably succeed, well at least for a few days.
“Alright, now stop stalling. What was wrong?” he turns serious, then tilts my chin up to look at him and meet eye contact.
“I just had a nightmare…”
“Really? Why were you so reluctant to tell me that?”
I shrug and bury my head in the crook of his neck.
“Tell me about it, what happened?” he asks, stroking my hair again and running his hand up and down my body gently, sending jolts of warmth inside of me.
“Nothing, it doesn’t matter…”
“Yes, it does. Tell me.”
I think over it and start to tell him the story of my nightmare. He just listens carefully, occasionally rubbing up and down my spine with his graceful fingers and nodding when necessary, until I start to talk about the ending and I burst into floods of tears. The image is still so graphic in my head…

“Hey shh, come here baby,” he mutters, pulling me back into his chest and wiping away my tears again with his thumb, then gently attaching his lips to mine and kissing softly. No tongue, just delicate, short and sweet, but still enough to make my stomach flip inside of me and send my heart beating twice as fast.

“They’re just dreams, none of it happened honey okay? None of it is real, alright?” he confirms, shushing me and gripping me close to him, although his cast on his wrist is sort of getting in the way between our bodies.
He chuckles and moves his heavy-bandaged wrist away so it’s resting on my side, pulling me into his body.
If only he was right and it was only just a dream…

Notes

hey guys sorry it's kinda short, ill update again tonight.
r people still reading this? like wher tf did u guys go i haven't spoken to yal in like forever
does this make sense so far? i'm hoping it'll make more sense in the next few chapters, about g's nightmares and getting flashbacks after seeing franks body. idk
tell me if your confused, il try explain it :)))
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