Is it love or is it hate

Gerard's POV:

So most of Frank's gang were actually helping me rather than trying to hurt me. My life has completely changed. I mean the person I thought hated me is my boyfriend. My homophobic brother is actually a proud bisexual with a boyfriend, I'm actually willing to stand up for myself and I'm going to try to stop cutting. I don't know how we did it but we did. Things have changed for me and that's okay because they changed for the better. It feels like a dream but better because it's real. Some of the boys sleep on the couch and the others go to the spare bedroom and others go to the basement. Frank and I go to his room. It's better than I imagined. Posters and cd's everywhere, DVDs piled high, comic on shelves and a cute little Frank standing in the middle of it all.

"Welcome home. I hope you don't mind the mess." He says. I walk up to him and hold his hands and kiss his forehead.

"I love it Frankie! Come on though, we probably don't want to stay up too late though. I don't have anything with me. Is it okay if I borrow something?" I ask. He smiles the prettiest smile at me.

"Of course Gee! I have some pants and a shirt that's way too big on me if you want to use those. I will look away so you can change in here if you want. Bob usually drinks a bit too much before he gets here so he's in the bathroom all night." He says giving me a black shirt and some red and black pyjama pants.

"Thanks Frank. You don't have to turn away though. I mean I'm wearing boxers and it's not like I'm going to be naked. I know I usually ran to the washroom to change during gym but I trust you. That's hard for me to say but when we met online I knew that that person would be someone I could trust." I said. He smiled and gave me a small hug and grabbed his clothes to change into.

"Okay and you can trust me. I trust you and I don't do that much either. I feel safe with you though. Thank you Gee for trusting me." He said and pulled his shirt off. I let out a small gasp and walked up to him scanning his beautiful tattoos.

"Can I touch them?" I ask. He nods and I trace my fingers along his tattoos. He looks so beautiful. His body is a canvas that he uses for this amazing art. He smiles which makes me smile. He is the definition of pure beauty and perfection.

"Is it okay that I sleep without a shirt? I usually never wear them but I will wear one if it makes you feel comfortable." He says. I am happy to know that he cares about me enough to ask me what I'm comfortable with.

"You can sleep in what ever you want to as long as it's not in the nude." I laugh and he laughs too, I will never forget our moments. Being with him makes me happy.

"Thanks. " he says and kisses me softly. He takes off his pants and I bite my lip. His legs are beautiful his waist is perfect and damn that ass.

"Fuck you look so perfect Frankie. So damn hot." I say without even thinking. He blushes and walks to sit on his bed. I take my shirt off and then my pants. I follow his lead and sit next to him on the bed. I hear his breath hitching. He leans over to me and kisses. "So fucking beautiful" I whisper to him. We lay down under the covers and he cuddles up into me. I flip onto my side and put an arm around him to pull him closer. With our faces practically touching we fall asleep in each other's arms.

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