Surrender The Night (Frerard)

He couldn't be jealous, Gerard told himself. He had no right to be jealous. Frank was young, Gerard couldn't give him to affection he wanted on public. Plus, he had been a dick to him earlier, so naturally Frank was going to be upset and want revenge, if that's what it had been.

But Gerard was jealous. It hurt like hell when he had seen Frank kissing that Brendon kid; he had gone in the hopes of seeing Frank and apologising, thinking they would be able to go back to the way they had been the day before, when they hadn't been fighting or disliking each other.

It had never hurt like that before when he heard any of his previous girlfriends or boyfriends had been cheating on him. It hadn't been this painful since he saw Bert kissing Leo Astor in eleventh grade back in highschool, and that had only hurt because he loved Bert…

Gerard stopped moving, and for a while it also felt like he'd stopped breathing. He couldn't blink or breathe or move or anything, because when he thought about that, it all made sense. He had felt differently about Frank from the very start, and it was only a matter of time before he figured it out.

Whether it was because he'd known Frank since the kind was fourteen years old or because Frank seemed to care about him - about pleasing him and making him happy - more than any other person Gerard had known, he had fallen in love with Frank.

He loved Frank Iero.

***

Frank ran all the way to Gerard's house. He had memorised the route by now, knew each bend in the road and recognised each individual door he passed. He remembered this route like the back of his hand.

He was still drunk - he was aware of that much - but he had to find Gerard. He had to apolosige and get him back, in that order, and he wasn't going to be able to do that in the club.
He had left without saying anything to his friends, without an explanation of any kind. They were probably worrying about him now, but there was no way he was going to turn back around to explain. He might already be too late; if he waited any longer he might lose Gerard for good, and he couldn't bear the thought of that. Besides, what would he say anyway? 'Sorry, I have to go. My illegal boyfriend just caught me kissing my fake boyfriend,'? Yeah, that would go down well.

Frank exhaled in relief when he finally arrived at Gerard's door. It was cold out and Frank was tired, the alcohol giving the sides of his vision a hazy blur that disorientated him. The lights were on, so Frank knew Gerard had arrived home by now. Without giving it a second thought, Frank pounded on the door with his fist. During the run here, he probably should have been thinking of things to say to Gerard - organising a speech that would make Gerard forgive him - but he hadn't, and now he was standing on the man's doorstep with a dry throat and no idea what to say.

Frank heard a clicking behind the door that sounded like the lock being turned and then the door was opening, revealing the hallway into the house and… Mikey?

For a while, all Frank could do was stare at him. His brain was working a little slower than usual, but the cogs were still turning and he was putting the pieces together faster than Mikey could form a word.

"Frank," Mikey stammered, looking around desperately as though something behind him could save the situation now. His eyes were wide and panicked and he started gnawing on his bottom lip. "C—Come in." He opened the door the rest of the way to allow Frank entry to the house.

The younger boy walked forward cautiously, too drunk to argue.

"Gerard!" Mikey shouted, looking up at the roof. Soon after there was a clattering noise from upstairs and footsteps on the staircase. Frank had a sense of impending danger as the footsteps grew closer and closer. Everything would change once Gerard and Frank spoke… everything.

Gerard didn't look shocked or panicked like Mikey had when he first caught sight of Frank. He didn't look confused or bewildered like Frank had when he first saw Mikey in Gerard's house.
He didn't look anything. His face was expressionless, his eyes blank and his mouth set in one straight, thin line. He didn't say anything, and Frank was damned if he was going to be the first to speak, so in the end Mikey broke the silence.

"Frank, this— this is… we can explain." He offered pathetically.

"You don't need to explain." Frank replied, never once looking away from Gerard. His eyes filled up with tears and he shook his head to get rid of them without attracting too much attention to his weakness. "I get it. I get it. You— you tricked me."

"Frank—" Mikey tried, but Frank cut him off angrily.

"You got this guy to convince me that being in a relationship was the best thing I could do— you seduced me and fucked me and all this time you were lying to me!" Frank couldn't hold it in anymore and a sob escaped his lips. For the first time since Frank arrived, Gerard began to show emotion.

Pain.

Frank didn't know whether it was pain or guilt he was seeing on Gerard's face, but he didn't care. He needed to leave; he needed to get out of here where he didn't have to see the face of the man he lied to him, or the man who helped him. With one last question, he turned back to Mikey.

"So, just tell me then. Are you his real boyfriend? Were you two laughing at me this entire time?"

"No!" Mikey cried, shaking his head and stepping towards Frank hopefully, only to have the boy shuffle away from him. "I'm— I'm his brother."

Mikey hung his head, and Frank shook his. Gerard was watching them both with big eyes. He still looked beautiful, Frank thought.

"I have… I have to go." Frank said quietly, beginning to back towards the door. "I have to leave. I need to get home."

"Wait," Gerard began, reaching out with one arm but retracting it when he saw Frank was too far away for him to touch."You can't go out now! It's not— It's not safe."

Frank scoffed and turned, running towards the door and flinging it open. He doubted either of them would chase after him or to try and stop him, but he didn't want to risk it and end up having to stay in that house all night. He was crying now, tears unashamedly pouring down his face as his legs carried him further away from Gerard and Mikey.

After a while he stopped running, out of breath and his vision too blurred by tears to be safe. He doubled over and screamed once loudly. It had started to rain a long time ago and Frank was only in a t-shirt - which was completely soaked through by now - so he was shivering. Goosebumps were raised on his arms, and then the hairs on the back of his neck started to rise and he saw something move ahead of him.

There was the roar of an engine and the blazing yellow lights of a car, and then a black BMW driving towards him at a dangerous speed. The same black BMW that Frank had seen following him around for the last few weeks. Frank's breath caught in his throats and he was frozen in place, fear and adrenilne coursing through his veins, before he jumped into action.

He turned on his heel and ran in the other direction, back towards Gerard's house. Right now he would rather be in that house than out here where no one would see him get assaulted, so he pumped his legs faster and swung his arms to propel him further.

The sound of the car being turned off was unexpected and sudden, and Frank skidded to a stop. He turned around the see what was happening, and gasped as he saw the door opening.

And then who was climbing out of the car.

He didn't know why he was so surprised; he should have been expecting this. He should have suspected Daniel to be his "psycho stalker" ever since he first saw the car. He shouldn't have thought he could kick the man out their lives for good and get away with it without any consequences.

He just wished he'd gone to the police about Daniel when he was still living with them, when he wouldn't get the crazy idea to follow Frank around in a black car with tinted windows in the middle of the night.

Daniel started running towards him and that was the end of it really. There was no way Frank could outrun him, but if he were able to go get to Gerard's house in time and get the two men inside to come out, then maybe Daniel wouldn't hurt him. Maybe he wouldn't hurt Frank if there were witnesses…

"Gerard!" Frank screamed at the top of his lungs as soon as he was close enough that his boyfriend - ex boyfriend? - would be able to hear it. "Help! Gerard!"

Frank saw the door to Gerard's house creak open and someone stuck their head out— Frank couldn't tell whether it was Gerard or Mikey, but a little glimmer of hope sparked up in him. He was just about to open his mouth to cry for help again when there was an ugly sounding grunt from behind him - too close, he wasn't going to make it - and something crashed down on his head.

For a second, Frank couldn't feel anything; no pain, no fear, no sadness, no heartbreak… and then all he could see or feel was blackness.

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