I'll let you go

Chapter 11
Franks p.o.v

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” Gerard says, kissing neck gently. I shrug a little, snuggling closer into his warm body. We’d been lying in bed for barely two minutes because we’d just got home from my therapist appointment.
“It wasn’t bad exactly, it was just...weird.” I sigh, feeling his arms wrap around my waist. I enclose my arms over his, running my thumb along the back of his hand.
I felt so much love for him right then, it was unexplainable. I made me want to cry with joy, really, because this feeling...i thought I’d never get it back. This overwhelming buzz of love that starts at the pit of my stomach and fills my whole body, was something you only get once.
Gerard was my once, but I’d love to keep him forever.
“We need a song.” I say suddenly, sitting up and turning to him.
“What?” He asks confusedly, lifting his head from the pillow.
“We need a song. Like, our song. The song we play on our wedding night and stuff.” I explain, looking at him. I only realised what i said after it came out, so I was hoping he didn’t catch it.
“Okay,” He says, nodding a little. “Like what? A rock song? Slow song?” He asks, looking questioningly at me. I shrug a little, and look down at my tattooed hands.
They’re really weren’t a lot of rock songs about love. In every other genre (but rap) it’s all mainly love songs.
“I got it!” He shouts, making me look over at me. “Lost in you by three days grace.” He says proudly, nodding his head a little.
“That actually suits us very well.” I tell him, nodding too.
“Especially the beginning.” He states, lying back down.
“How does the beginning go? I always fucking forget.” I say glumly, moving towards him to sit in his lap. His face darkens a little before he opens his mouth.
“I always knew that you’d come back to get me, and you always knew that it wouldn’t be easy to go back to the start to see where it all began, or end up at the bottom to watch how it all ends.” He sings out, making me lean away from him a little.
That song was definitely ours. I suppose it was about me leaving and coming back.
“Oh,” I say simply, staring down at my legs that were wrapped around him. Ignore the pang of guilt in my stomach and lie my head into the crook of his neck.
“And Frank?” He says, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“Yes, Gerard?” I answer, looking up at him.
“I didn’t think you were worrying about our wedding song this soon.”
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“Why are we even at the mall, Gee? We haven’t been here in like...four years.” I say looking around the crowded corridor in the mall.
“That's because we haven’t seen each other in four years, doofus.” He says, rolling his eyes. He tugs on my hand a little more, leading me through the now thinning crowd.
“Where are you even taking me?” I groan, throwing my head back.
“You’ll see. Stop whinging.” He says sternly, looking back at me, but he smiles a little.
I oblige and continue to follow him. Finally I feel him stop, and turn to where he’s looking.
A Victoria fucking Secret.
And he’s walking toward it.
“Gerard! What are you doing?” I ask frantically, following after him and grabbing his arm.
“Still like landre Frankie?” He puts, before swinging his hips around and grabbing my jacket roughly, before pulling me into the store.
He goes straight to the laundre section, finding plenty of them to try on. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t extremely turned on right now.
Just as he picks out an extremely sexy black let of laundre sort of things, i walk up behind him and set my hands in his hips.
“You're killing me Gerard.” I whisper, attaching my lips to his neck. I practically feel him grin as he pulls away, sashaying into the dressing room.
I perch myself awkwardly on the small couch they have outside the dressing room.
“Hello, do you need anything sir?” A small, girly voice asks me. A small brunette smiles at me, questioningly.
“Oh, uh, no thank you, I’m just waiting for someone.” I say politely, smiling back at her.
“Okay, well let me know if you need any help.” She says nodding, then turns and walk away. As soon as she’s gone, Gerard pokes his head out of the curtain in the dressing room.
“Well that was close. Ready?” He asks, but before I have answer, he’s already out.
I feel my jaw drop, and my face heat up when I see him.
He has on a black lacy bra, and the lace covers his entire stomach, yet the paleness of his beautiful body shows through, and sonnets to black panities. He also wearing lace stockings and a smirk on his pale, pink lips.
“You like it Frankie?” He purrs, stepping closer to me.
“Gerard- just...holy fuck, you...just, buy it, fucking buy it, Gerard.” I choke out, feeling a lurch of lust in my stomach. He grins and nods, turning back into the dressing room.
“I had a red one, but I don’t think it’d go good with my black and blue hair.” He says through the curtain.
“Mmm...yeah I like the black one, but you’d look good in anything.” I say nonchalantly. I hear him make a sound of agreement before he come our, fully clothed and a grin in tact.
“What time is Andy gonna drop if Cherry?” He asks, leading me to the cash register.
“Uh, five.” I tell answer as we stop at the cash register. The cashier doesn’t even looked fazed as we buy the laundre, just wishes us a nice day. We walk out of the mall hand in hand and a smile on each of our lips.
We hop into the car, Gerard driving. It feels weird to see him driving. I didn’t really think of why, until I realised he had a phobia of driving after Bert.
Bert.
It's been such a long time since I allowed myself to say that name.
I zone out for a while, until I realised we had reached our house. Gerard is already getting out, so I rush to get out to. I unlock the door and step in, looking at the time. 4:52. Andy’ll be here soon.
“Babe, I’m gonna turn on some music, ‘kay?” Gerard asks, making me look at him.
“M’kay. I’m gonna start dinner.” I respond, kicking off my shoes and heading to the kitchen.
I grab some stuff from the fridge and cupboards just as music fills the house, slow and beautiful. It wasn’t rock like I’d expected, it was classical and old, but beautiful.
Gerard slowly walks down the hall, moving his hips and gently humming to the music. He seemed lost in the music, taken with it. He slowly steps toward me, placing one hand in mine and raising it, and the other on my hip. I place my other hand on his shoulder, taking the perfect dancing positial. Words start to fill the song and he gently sings along, his breath hot and we begin to move to the music. It was weird, but I liked dancing with him. We had never done it before.
He twirls me in a circle, his voice still coming out slow and smooth, beautiful and mesmerizing. I look up into his eyes, the beautiful color that so much reminds me of the woods. Green and brown, the color of life.
“I didn’t know you could dance,” I whisper, my voice soft. He smiles a little, tilting his head.
“I thought I’d learn for our wedding day.” He whispers back, coming closer to me. I clutch to him and bury my head in his neck, happy with the scenario.
In any other situation, I’d blush like hell if he said that. But he sounded so serious, so happy with the fact that some day, we would be married.
And I knew we would, even with all the misconceptions and rough edges, I knew we’d be together until the end of our time on this earth.
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I always knew that you'd come back to get me
And you always knew that it wouldn't be easy
To go back to the start to see where it all began
Or end up at the bottom to watch how it all ends
You tried to lie and say I was everything
I remember when I said "I'm nothing without you"
I'm nothing without you
Somehow I found a way to get lost in you
Let me inside
Let me get close to you
Change your mind
I'll get lost if you want me to
Somehow I found a way to get lost in you.

Notes

Lost in you by three days grace is actually a great song.
Fun fact about me, that was my song for my ex boyfriend.
Anyway! Love you guys!!!!
xoxmay<3