I'll Mess Up Everything!

*The next morning. GERARD'S P.O.V*

After I took my beloved Frankie home and settled down, we spent the rest of the night on each others arms, savoring each others company. I felt as if I could just hold him so close and love him so much that everything would go away. I know that if I let all my emotions through now, it might destroy Frank, and that is the last thing I want to do now. 
I've lready made my own way downstairs and let him sleep in for a bit, it could help him through these next few days, I know he blames himself and he's taking it so hard, and I really want to help him by taking it easy. I waddle over to our coffee machine and quickly fix myself up, I'll make one for Frankie in a bit because I'm an amazing husband like that, I hope. Just as I'm about to take a sip, my phone begins to ring. I don't bother to look at the caller. 
"Hello?" 
"Hey Gerard, it's me." the voice rung through. 
"Don't be mad, but who the hell is 'me?'" 
"Oh, sorry, it's Lindsey." she stuttered. Great, this is the last thing I bloody want.
"Oh, hey. What's up?" 
"Erm, can you meet me today? Say, I'll just meet you in the Starbucks in an hour?" she said rather quickly. I wanted to ask more questions, plus I didn't wants to leave poor Frankie to wake up on his own, that's not nice. 
"How important is this? I have a husband to please who is still fast asleep in bed."
"It's quite important. I know you want to be with Frank, but it's just this once. I'm sorry." 
I comtemplated this for a moment, and I can't believe that I'm actually going to do this, but I agreed to to, much to Lindsey's joy. The phone soon rang the noise of the other person hanging up quite abruptly and left me in silence once more. I feel so and that I'm going to leave Frankon his own, he will not like it at all. I think I'll leave him a note and make him that coffee. 
Silently, I made my way upstairs and into my wardrobe that contained all my clothes, which vary from bright and colourful shirts, to band tees and simple dark clothing. I decide to dress a little more cheerful today, so I pull on my grey jeans and green military style shirt, complete with my rather odd but amazing sunglasses. It would have to do, as Frankie was stirring from his sleep due to the noise.
Ten or so minutes later, I was sat in my car, ready to leave. I really didn't want to go, and trust me the thought of just staying here really did appeal to me more and made me want to just forget about Lindsey, but that was a dick move now that I've said I would meet her. I guess I can just go for ten, fifteen minutes, I don't think it would take long. With a quick turn of the key, the car engine chugged to life and I was soon reversing out of the driveway and onto the road which was illuminated a sweet, crisp morning glow, bringing a happy sort of feeling to me, which really didn't match my mood. Bowie was soon turned on and I lost myself in the music.

*FRANK's P.O.V*

Sleep seemed to be the only thing that was peaceful in this life at the moment, unless your head is fucked up like mine. Dreams have been turning into nightmares of gruesome detail that seemed to be so lifelike and almost real at the same time. It is all death with everyone, literally everyone that I love and care about. Last nights one was the worst though, it was based around us all going to a theme park that turned awful and had awful vibes around it, but we didn't come for the rides. All the rides were broken down and mouldy in a way, everything had a green tint to it. Gerard had lead me, with no emotion, through the park and to the tunnel of love, which had a dark, suppressing theme to it with all he said was 'get in'. I, against my own will, joined him on this ride, only to find my friends hanging from the ceiling. The ride then came to a stop and two body's came down on us. Mikey and Billie. Their eyes were stained a deathly white as I looked over at Gerard, who had the face of a murderer, and brought out a knife and cast it down into me. 

I woke up crying and patting the bed for Gerard in between sobs, why wasn't he already comforting me? He wasn't there, why? He may be downstairs but that's weird of him to not be here until I wake up. He always waits for me, whether he stays up all night, stroking my hair and writing down lyrics in his little notebook on the side that I still haven't had the chance to look at, or he just sits there, silently. Finally, I find a note on my bedside cabinet, complete with a cup of coffee that gave off a gorgeous morning perfection smell, the combination of sweetness and bitterness at the same time. I grabbed the note first and read it. 

'Dear Frankie, I'm so sorry that I'm not there to grace you with my beauty, but I have gone out quickly and won't be long. I love you so much, if you had a bad dream, just drink the coffee and look in the draw in your cabinet. XoxoG"

This dick always knows how to make me feel like a schoolgirl with an unbelievably absurd crush on the hottest guy in the school, difference is, I've fucked him and married him, haha! I reached quickly for the draw and pulled out a bulk of envelopes tied together with a rubber band. I was confused until I found another note. 

'Only open the one that you need, xoxoG'

I cast the band aside and scanned the envelopes, all with a name and title on the front with things like 'open this when you're happy', 'open this when you're lonely and I'm not there' and 'open this when we argue'. The gesture was so sweet and I quickly notice the envelope I needed. 
'Open this when you have had a nightmare and you're alone' 
I tore the top of it open and photos spilled out. Confused, I looked at the pictures, yet what I saw next nearly made my heart beat so much it felt like it would jump out of my chest. All the photos were pictures of us together, when I wasn't looking or when I was asleep. Ever photo looked expertly taken and developed as they captured the most beautiful moments. There was even one when we was in the park, and the light that was sneaking through the gaps of the trees caused my ring to glow and shine beautifully. But there's a message behind this. I'm peaceful when I sleep, the face is calm and the atmosphere is so soothing. I almost forget that I had had an awful nightmare. I find myself smiling and sipping joyfully at my coffee, savouring the flavour. I was so happy and so peaceful, that was until the front door opened and closed and all I could hear was the sound of crying.

Notes

One more exam left. One more exam. ONEEEEE MOREEEEEE AND IM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEYYEYEYEYEYEYEYEY
I should be a song writer. This could be something, or not. I'm so fricking exhausted but thar ya go ya wee lasses/lads