Scandalous (Frerard)

Franks p.o.v

I wake up in Gerard’s arms, but I immediately know he’s not sleeping. His breath isn't evened out, and he’s not snoring. His arms are wrapped around my waist as I face away, and I find myself grinning.
I turn over, eager to his his beautiful eyes.
“Good morning.” He says, grinning. His voice is hoarse from sleeping, and I can't help but find it sexy.
“Good morning.” I say back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls me closer to him, making me smile harder. “I love you.” I tell him, closing my eyes as I rest my head on his chest.
“Mmm, I love you more.” He responds, rubbing my back softly. I smile into his chest, feeling unbelievably happy.
“We should get up baby. Your mom and brother have something to tell you.” Gerard says, his voice now quiet.
“Is it something bad?” I ask, looking up at him.
“I'm not gonna lie, it's very bad.” He sighs, looking back at me. I nod and swallow hard, slightly afraid.
“Okay,” I say quietly, sitting up. I stand up, yawning a little as I put my slippers on and put my phone into my back pocket. Gerard stands with me, gently entangling your fingers as we begin to leave the room. We jog down the stairs, side by side, before walking inside the kitchen. My mother sits on the table, staring off into space with a tissue in her hand. She looked like she been crying, but I decided to ignore it to save her any possible embarrassment. Kendall sat in the seat beside her, a solemn expression on his face.
“Whats- whats going on?” I ask, feeling oddly uncomfortable. My mom's head shot up, obviously startled by the sudden noise.
“You should sit.” Kendall said, biting his lip. I look over at Gerard, who nodded reassuringly. I sat down, making sure Gerard did to.
“A couple weeks ago, I found out your father was on drugs. Heavy drugs, the worst kind you could think of. I was obviously livid, so I- I kicked him out. We’d had little communication, just so I knew he was safe. And two weeks later- last week- he...he overdosed.” My mom explained, her eyes getting teary again.
“But he’s okay, right?” I was, feeling a hint of worry. My mother shook her head, tears spilling down her face.
“Where is he?” I demand, feeling betrayed. Not by him though, by them. I didn't even know why, I just..did.
“Frank he’s- he’s gone. He took too much-”
“No, no he’s not.” I say defiantly, shaking my head. Gerard squeezed my hand, but I ignored it.
“I’m sorry Frank.” Mom whispered, shaking her head.
“He’s not dead!” I shout, making her jump. I got up angrily, shaking my hand out of Gerard’s.
“Frank..baby, please.” Gerard says desperately, looking at me sadly. I shook my head, grabbing my car keys.
“He’s not dead! You guys are lying!” I shout again, slipping my shoes on.
“Baby, why would we lie to you? Why would I lie to you?” Gerard asks, making me grit my teeth.
I open the door, pausing a second.
“Frank, where are you going?” Gera asks, catching the door as I begin moving again.
“I don't know!” I respond, getting into my car. I start it up, leaving so fast my wheels screech. I look in the rearview mirror, catching sight of Gerard’s panicked face before I focus on getting the hell out of there.
I didn't know where to go, so I just drove. I cried too, but I ignored the tears that spilled own my face.
Eventually, I stopped when I couldn't see any more buildings. My phone was going off like crazy, but I ignored it. I made myself turn onto a dirt road, parking in the middle of it. I got out, slamming the door as I got out. I leaned on the side of the car, feeling my anger dull. I let myself slide down the side of my car, until I was sitting in the dirt.
And then, unexpectedly, the sadness hit me like a fucking train, leaving me wheezing as tears continued to spill down my face. I sat there for the longest time, crying. I wanted vodka or some kind of drug, but I knew I wasn't gonna do that to Gerard or myself.
The funny thing was, I didn't even really ever see my dad anyway, even as a kid. He was always working, or so I thought, and he never had time for us.
But I think that was the problem. He was never around, that I never got to see him, so It’d be the same as him being dead. It as really fucked up to think of it like that, to come to the realisation that I never really had a dad.
I had the idea of a dad, but I never had one to begin with.
How could he leave us? Was it pn purpose? Did he know he was taking to much?
I sat and cried for a long, long time. At least an hour. My phone wouldn't shut up, but I found myself ignoring it.
And then, I saw a flash of red. It was a plastic bag, but it was red nontheless. It reminded me of my red haired beauty, his calm facade, his gentle touch.
Soon, I found myself craving Gerard. I wanted him desperately. I got up, grabbing my phone from my seat.
I had 42 missed calls, 67 unread messages, and 9 voicemails. I ignored moms and Kendall's messages, and went straight to Gee’s contact.
It only ring once before he picked up.
“Frankie?” He asks, his voice panicked.
“Gee,” I choke out, suddenly having nothing to say.
“Baby, where are you? I'll come get you- are you okay?” He asks, sounding frantic.
“I’m just outside of J-Jersey.” I say, trying to calm down.
“Okay baby, what direction did you go?” He asked, concern still apparent in his voice.
“I went right. I stayed on the same road out of the city.” I say quietly, my voice weaving. I hear some muffled sounds and a car start before he responds.
“I’m coming love. I’ll be there soon.” He says, making me nod even though he can't see me.
“Okay, I love you.” I whisper, closing my eyes.
“I love you more sugar.” He responds. I hang up the phone, going to sit back on the ground, against the car. I pull my knees to my chest, resting my head on them. Tears still made their down my face, which I was amazed at. It was like a broken faucet that I couldn't turn off.
I pondered in my broken thoughts, until finally, Kendall’s car pulled up. Kendall was driving and Gerard was in the passenger's seat, looking panicked.
I jumped up as they stopped the car, making my way over to Gerard. He got out to, meeting me halfway.
I immdeitaly slam my lips against his, desperte to get rid of the sadness, the weight on my chest that refused to leave. His arms went around my waist, as mine went around his neck.
I pull away after a minute, looking at him with desperate eyes.
“I love you Gerard. I love you so much.” I cry out, laying my head on his chest.
“I love you too.” He whispers, his arms going protectively around me.
“Please don't ever leave me.” I sob, allowing him to pick me up. My legs went around his waist as he grabbing my theighs, keeping me upright.
“Look at me,” He demands, making me obey. “I will not ever, ever leave you unless you want me to. I love you Frank Iero- scratch that, I’m in love with you Frank Iero, and I will continue to be until the day I die. I promise you.” He says, making me smile a little through my tears.
“I’m in love with you to.” I whisper, gazing into his eyes. He grins, before softly pressing his lips to mine. He pulls away a couple seconds after, smiling at me.
“Let's get you home baby.” He says, walking me around to the passengers seat of my car.
“Can we go to your house?” I ask, looking pleadingly at him. He bits his lip, before nodding softly.
“Gimme one second sugar, I need to go talk to Kendall for a second.” He says, before kissing my forehead and walking toward Kendall's car. I watch as he leans over into Kendall's car window, speaking to him in a calm tone. They talk for a minute, before Gerard walks back over to my car and gets into the driver's seat.
“Okay baby, you ready to go?” He asks, resting his hand on my thigh in a comforting manner. I nod my head, trying to smile at him, but failing miserably. He nods, waiting for Kendall to move before he starts up the car. Kendall's out of sight by the time we finally get off the dirt road. We sit in silence ashe drives, and finally my tears have stopped.
I rest my head against the seat, feeling a strong pang of adoration as I look at Gerard. I wanted to tell him I loved him again, but I figured it’d be annoying since I’ve literally said it at least three times in the last twenty minutes.
“Gerard,” I say, catching his attention. “I wanna have sex with you.”
He looks wide eyed at me, struggling to keep his eyes on the road.
“I-” He begins, looking as pale as a ghost. “You're upset right now.” He responds, looking back at the road.
“I’ve thought about it before. I don't just wanna have sex with you for affection.” I say, looking seriously at him. He bit his lip, looking pained for a second.
“No.” He decides on, shaking his head.
“Why?” I question, slightly affected. “You don't want me like that?”
“Of course I do Frank. But I don't wanna hurt you.” He explains, keeping his eyes focused on the road.
“I want you Gerard. I want all of you.” I say desperately, grabbing his hand that wasn't on the steering wheel.
"Frank, I can't hurt you. I won't hurt you." He responds sternly, making me frown.
"How will I ever really get better if you won't touch me?" I ask, feeling a little helpless.
“Think about it for two days, at least, and if you still wanna have sex...okay. Fine, just make sure that's what you really want.” He sighed, keeping his expression blank.
Were quiet for a few minutes, letting what he just said sink in. I was gonna have sex wiht Gee.
“Thank you Gerard.” I say, smiling to myself. He just nods, keeping quiet.
We sit in silence until we pull up to his apartment. He leans over to kiss my forehead, looking lovingly at me.
“Stay there.” He demands, smiling lightly. I frown but listen, watching as he circles the car, stopping at my door. He opens it, scooping me up in his arms. I’m pulled against his strong chest in a matter of seconds, and I can't help but love it.
He carries me inside and straight to his room, setting me on his bed. He takes off my shoes, kissing my forehead once more before he grabs the remote and lies down next to me.
He turns on the remote, telling me to turn on a movie, before he exits the room.
I decide on a chick flick, because I needed something stupid and cheesy that'll make me smile.
Other then me and Gee.
He returns a second later, carrying six different snacks in his hand.
“Now I’m going to tell you something upsetting,” He says carefully, looking seriously at me. I nod, looking at him expectedly. “The funeral is tomorrow, at ten in the morning.”
I immediately feel a lump grow in my throat, but I ignore it and nod, feeling childish.
“Will you go with me?” I ask, looking pleadingly at him.
“Course sugar. Did you think I was going to let you go alone?” He questions, smiling sympathetically at me. I make grabby hands at him, making him set all the snacks on his night stand and crawl onto his bed with me.
He lifts the blankets over us, before leaning onto his pillows and opening his arms for me. I lie my head on his chest with my arms around his waist, and magically I could still see the tv.
We stayed like that for most of the day, and it didint bother me one bit. In fact, I wish we could lie like that forever.
But, life had other plans.

Notes

SO I JUST WANTED TO POINT OUT THAT I RARELY EDIT THINGS AND I DID WITH THIS CHAPTER SO I FEEL PROUD.

Also, I would appreciate suggestions from you guys.

And which do you guys like better, Petekey? Rikey? Should I put Kendall and Mikey togther> Should Mikey meet a girl?

Please comment what you guys think! Love you all, stay safe!

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