Please Don't Take This Out On Me

The next day I woke up feeling completely sore. My back hurt, my side hurt, my throat hurt, and my heart hurt. If this is what love feels like it literally is torture.
I moaned and rolled over to see a shit ton of people staring at me and I jumped. "Oh god, the fag's up." Bob rolled his eyes and bent over to look me in the eyes. "Sleep well?" I let out a cough and bit my lip. "K-kinda." "K-kinda," a tall guy behind Bob mimicked and I flinched. "E-especially since you were s-saying G-Gerard's name all n-night!" My eyes widened and I started to feel sick. I've never talked in my sleep before. Why now?
I heard a growl and let my gaze fall to the floor. Great, just the person I wanted to see right now. Gerard knelt down in front of me and brushed a strand of hair gently out of my eyes. I whimpered and my heart thudded eagerly. "Fag," Gerard whispered softly. I rolled over and curled up into a little ball again; ignoring as the rest of the guys in my room started chanting "fag! fag! fag!" over and over again.
"Cool it," I heard Gerard finally say. "I did beat the crap out of him, he probably had a nightmare." Someone snorted and I stayed curled up with my eyes closed; trembling. "Let's go to breakfast!" another voice said and everyone cheered in agreement. Then I heard many footsteps dash out of my room and down the creaky staircase. It was silent and I finally was alone.
I burst into tears again and my whole body started shaking violently. It wasn't fair. How could someone so beautiful be so cruel? He was killing me slowly with a voice like silk, eyes like a mosaic, and soft hands like the comfort of the wind.
"Oh Frankie..." I jumped and rolled over, white faced, to see just the person I was thinking about. "What do you want?" I sobbed; sitting up. Gerard hesitantly reached up and stroked my hair back softly. He opened his mouth to speak, shut it, opened it again, and then shut it. We sat in silence for a few moments before Gerard sat down beside me and looked at me curiously; still running a hand through my hair. I almost moaned at the feeling, it felt so comforting. I let out a purr and closed my eyes appreciatively. Gerard continued to play with my hair and I just sat there like the lovestruck teen I was. His long fingers were a massage to my sore scalp and he was making me feel a lot better. I never wanted this moment to end. He wasn't hurting me, well, physically; because he was still hurting hurting my heart.
Footsteps dashed down the hall and Gerard jerked his hand away while I jumped. Bob dashed into the room and glared at me. "Gerard, you coming?" Gerard's hazel eyes turned darker as he turned to me with an angry expression.
I sighed and pulled my knees to my chest. "If you're gonna hit me just do it," I mumbled. A pair of strong hands pushed me and I smashed my head on the wall with a whimper of pain. "Fag," Gerard murmered as he left me rubbing my head and wondering what the hell just happened.

Notes

hehe i should probably make them get together or something before y'all kill me