“Frank, are you up for work today?” I turned over and stretched out, expecting to be on the cold, wet pavement of the streets, but instead I was tucked in a thick warm blanket.
I open my eyes to find myself in a large bed, with a feather duvet and huge pillows. Work? I have a job?

I sit up to see Mr Way leaning in the doorway, wearing a black suit. I thought back to yesterday, what had happened. Oh my god.

“Yes, of course, sir, I’m here-“ he turns around to pick up a pile of clothes, whilst cutting my sentence off.
“Good, now put on this suit. We’re off to an early start, I have a lot planned.”

He hands me a black suit and tie, with a white shirt. Pretty much the same as the one he’s wearing. Gerard leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I unfold the neatly ironed shirt, and slip one arm through it. It feels warm on my skin, soft, and fresh. This is certainly a nice change from that one outfit I wore for a whole month.

I put the other arm through and button up my shirt up. I slide the trousers on, which are very tight fitting but make my butt look good. I pick up the tie and put it around my neck; soon realising I have no idea actually how to tie a tie. I leave it hanging around my collar and decide I’ll ask Gerard. I put the thick blazer on and button it up, then decide it’s a bit too tight and constricting and unbutton it. I like this.

I make my way through the hall and down to the front door, to be greeted by Mr Way shouting down the phone. I awkwardly wait until he finishes on the phone, but before I can ask him anything about the tie, he directs me to a shiny polished pair of shoes. I put them on and tie them just in time before being pulled outside by a stressed Gerard. A man was waiting outside his house with a black limousine, holding the door open for us both. It seems like Gerard’s in a hurry so I got in as quickly as possible. The door was slammed shut, and the car soon pulls out of the long driveway.

I hear Gerard sigh, as I turn my head to find him looking my way.
“Tie problems?”
“Yeah…”
He slid around the back seat so he was right next to me. He put his hands on my shoulders and let out another deep sigh, but this time I could feel his hot breath on my own neck. It made me shiver a bit, and gave me a tingling feeling. I guess it's just nerves.

He took the silk tie in his big hands, and started folding it in what looked like a complicated manor. He bit his lip and concentrated for a moment, before finishing it and looking directly into my eyes.
I locked vision with him..
We stayed like that for what seemed like hours, though, was only really seconds, until the car came to a halt. I let out a long breath I didn’t even realise I was holding. Fuck, that was intense.

I got out first, and then followed by Gerard. There were a few people outside who turned and pointed at Gerard as he made his way with me across the street. He pulled his big sunglasses down from his head to his eyes and ignored all the people trying to get his attention. We came to the big glass building, the door being opened for us both. To think I’m being treated like loyalty, when just yesterday I was the lowest class of citizen.

Gerard led us to the elevator, selecting the 15th floor. I waited patiently, whilst Gerard tapped along to something on his phone. The lift stopped and I was lead to a changing room.

“Okay, so frank, here’s one outfit. We're going to start with the suit. This was meant for a woman so I’ve adjusted a few things, but it should be good to go now. Try it on, we're running on a tight schedule.”

I went behind a huge purple velvet curtain, to find the suit. It was black, with black lace on the bottom of the sleeves and shoulders. There were a short-sleeved plain black shirt, and a matching black lace tie. There were some trousers, alike the ones I’m wearing now, only these had the lace running down the sides. This was a really nice suit.

I finished dressing, and came back the way I came through the curtain. Once again, Gerard was shouting something down the phone, only to end the call as soon as he spotted me.

“I really have to teach you how to tie a tie y'know,” I handed him the lace tie, as he once again made the complicated procedures and tied it in the perfect knot.

“I have to say so myself, this is a really nice suit Frankie. But fuck, you wear it better than I could’ve imagined.” I blushed at this. He then led me to another room.

There was a man waiting behind a desk, gesturing for me to sit down. I did so, confused, until he started brushing my face with some makeup.

After he finished with my skin, he moved onto my eyes. He asked Gerard something I didn’t quite catch, to which Gerard agreed. He started applying grey eye shadow and black eyeliner. I tuned to the mirror, and I have to admit I looked pretty good. Scratch that, fuck, I looked hot.

He then moved onto my hair, combing it out. He pulled part of my hair forwards, so it curled around near my jawline. I’ve never had my hair like this before, but it looked really good. I like it.

“Okay, Frankie, time to go,” I followed Gerard into a room with black screens and bright white lights around. There were a few cameras set up, to which one of them Gerard occupied.

“Go stand over there Frankie. I need about 10 of these that’ll work, so just go for it, okay?” I nodded and stood between the screens. I thought it was going to be pretty easy, but It turns out modelling is fucking hard.

“Act natural, frank, don't tense up okay,”
I nodded and Gerard got a few shots, until he joined me.
“Okay, Frankie, I want you to do something like this-“ he leaned against the wall on his forearms, poking his bum out a bit. The sassiest pose I have ever seen. How the fuck was I supposed to do that?

“And then I want to see you do this, okay?”

He put a hand through his hair and swayed his hip to the side, letting out a moan as he did it. Fuck, I’m not going to lie, that was really hot. I’m not hitting on my boss; I’m just being honest. If you didn’t even get the least turned on by that, despite your sexual preference, you're lying. That was hot. He ran his hand down his face and closed his eyes, letting out a gasp. Clearly, modelling comes natural to him.

“Give it your all Frankie,”
Fuck it. I did what Gerard did on the wall, leaning against it on my arms, arching my back and letting out a soft moan. It wasn’t intentional, it just happened.

“Perfect, yes, keep at it,” I heard Gerard say a few times over.

I moved to the center and put my hand through my hair and running it down my body.

“Fuck, this is perfect… stay like that- yes” he took a few more shots until he told me he has enough now, and that I can go get changed. I go across the hall into the dressing room, putting the original suit on, bar the tie.

“Frankie, I’ve sent one off to my chief manager and he loves it. Oh, and I’m gonna nip out for lunch, you’re coming with me.”
-
I came out the private changing room and for the third time today, let Gerard tie my tie. We walked out the building and made our way through the big city. Gerard once again gained a few lustful looks, as he directed us to a restaurant across the road. I looked around, at the towering buildings and huge screens, when suddenly on a screen my photo was up.

“Hey, I wonder who that attractive man is?” Gerard smirked, and pointed at my photo on the big screen. Oh my god. Is this real? Suddenly, a few people looked at me and noticed the resemblance to the figure on the screen.
It was the one when I hand my hands in the pockets and I was leaning against a black painted wall, my head turned to look at the camera, with my hair falling in my face. In the corner there was the way logo and my name in small letters, with a big heading of ‘new line coming soon’ I grinned at Gerard, the smirk still playing on his lips. He knew about this, didn’t he?

We finally made it into the restaurant, as we were seated at the back. I took the menu and scanned through it, deciding on a salad. I suddenly feel like a different person, compared to yesterday. I was so awkward around Gerard, scared, uncomfortable, and tense. I guess he’s shown he cares. I know it seems hard to show someone you care when you have only known of his or her existence for all of a few hours, but Gerard sure did. The way he held me last night, listened to my problems and looked at me, it was certainly genuine. And now I’m here, experiencing the complete contrast of what I was experiencing yesterday.

Gerard ordered a salad too, along with two diet cokes, declining a drink of alcohol offered.
The waitress rushed off, leaving the two of us at the five-seated booth.

“You were excellent earlier Frankie,”

“I could say the same about you y'know,” oh god. That didn’t mean to escape my mouth. He chuckled and shook his head slightly.

“That’s because it’s my job darling,”
“I know, but-“

“Frank, what did you always dream of doing as a living?”
I thought about this for a minute. I never exactly knew.

“I always wanted to be a musician. From about the age of 10 I was playing in bands, writing music, busking in the streets. Not because I needed money, just because I enjoyed it so much. I guess I just wanted to make music. What about you?”

Our salads were brought to us, just as Gerard was about to start his sentence. He thanked the waitress and carried on.

“When I was younger, I was always into fashion and modelling. I would always make new outfits, mostly for females. Like skirts and dresses. I sometimes would go out dressed as a girl and no one would be able to tell. I was bullied at school all the time, the gay boy who thinks he’s a girl. But I didn’t care. I had a dream and I knew what I wanted, so I worked my ass off and look where I am now.”

I agreed with him and twilled some rocket and tomato into my fork.

“I know what you mean. I always liked to dress up as a girl,” I added, sipping at my coke through the bendy straw.

“Oh really?” Gerard raised an eyebrow and I saw that smirk play on his lips again,
“That gives me a few ideas.”

Notes

I'm working on my grammar guys,, thank you to anyone who said i should maybe take more care with it. I'm on it.

i won't be updating very often in the next two week bc I'm meant to have my laptop taken off me bc I'm grounded, I've been stealing it back when my parents are out. so yeah, i can still message and stuff on my phone, but i won't be uploading from it xo

thanks, comment/rate/subscribe <3