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Hello again :) I'm sorry i didn't update on sunday, but i had an audition for a musical so i was kinda busy, but i also wanted to take my time with this chapter, 'cause it's special to me :) And hopefully you'll all find it special too. Adue my lovelies! Disenchantedxo







Charlotte’s POV







I turned around slowly with wide eyes and tried to get the image of what I’d seen out of my head. That girl I’d met earlier, the one with the glorious blonde curls and pristine blue eyes, was behind that curtain. And Gerard was there too, obviously enjoying her company a lot. She was all over him, right in front of my eyes, lips smashed against his, I wanted to throw up. God he’s such an asshole, trying to make a move on me last night when he has a little slut of his own already.

Well after that little stunt my mind was made up there and then. Tomorrow morning I was going home, whether Jason would be waiting to kill me or not, it had to be better than playing this stupid game with Gerard. I’d had enough of being played with.

But the worst thing of all was that neither of them had seemed shocked or embarrassed that I’d found them making out, they looked completely calm. I guess it was a regular thing for them to get caught then. And as I walked further away from them I could almost feel Gerard’s grin burning into me.

I sat back down and tried to pretend nothing had happened. Although it was pretty hard, I’m not the best actress in the world and I could feel the heat flush to my face.
“You okay, Char?” Emily put her hand lightly on my shoulder and looked at me with concern. I plastered a smile on my lips and narrowed my eyes, “I couldn’t be better,” I sighed sarcastically and she nodded, obviously realising I did not want to make a conversation of it.

“Guys, you’re on in five!” The stage manager called out behind us. Frank, Ray and Bob scurried to the stage entrance and pulled nervous faces at us. Bob quickly came over to where we were sitting and bent down to place a light kiss on Elsa’s lips. I sighed contently, why couldn’t I have something like that? Was my life created for no purpose at all, for me to just tag along and suffer? I shook the thoughts away; there was no point in mourning over something you’ve never had.

Mikey followed slowly behind the others and grabbed his bass from the side. He noticed Gerard behind the curtain and tapped his shoulder, urging him to hurry up. He swiftly departed from the curtain and winked at the girl before turning around and unfortunately meeting my gaze. I blinked sharply and faced away from his direction, I refused to lay my eyes on him.

A few minutes later silence took over the room and the lights dimmed into darkness. I could hear the restless screaming fans waiting patiently for the band to start, and when they did I felt tears in my eyes. I’m not sure why I suddenly felt like crying, but when Gerard’s voice danced into my ears I couldn’t stop myself. I had to hide behind my hair so Emily and Elsa wouldn’t notice, because if they asked why, I’d have no proper reason to give them. I guess this is what I get for falling too hard and expecting everything to suddenly turn out right.







After the concert I made a quick visit to the bathroom to check if my tears had stained. And right enough, they had. Plus I’d been wearing eyeliner, so I kind of looked like a panda. Jesus, why did I have to get so emotional? I splashed cool water on my cheeks, hoping it would help to taint the blotches a little.

Once I was sure my face was back to normal I discretely made my way out of the bathroom and – for the second time tonight – collided with another person. Only this time, it was not the blonde bimbo.

I nervously looked up into his hazel eyes and muttered “Sorry,” before trying to sidestep around him. He grabbed my arm roughly and placed me back in front of him.
“What the fuck Gerard?” I spat, already despising the feeling to be so near him.

“That’s a nice way to greet your friend.” He said, his voice thick with sarcasm, I hated him.

“And who in hell said you were my friend?!” I snorted, refusing to believe he’d just considered himself my friend.

“Well, seeing as we’ve known each other since we wore nappies, I think it’s safe to call us friends.”

“Oh really? So friends completely ignore each other all day and when they do actually acknowledge you’re there, they make it so damn unpleasant to be near them.” I emphasized every word to make sure he got the message. And then I saw the fucking grin spread on his stupid face, I wanted to smack it right off.

“Ah shit, you are so damn cute when you’re pissed at me.” He looked down at me seeming entirely amused; obviously my spiteful words had not reached him. I sighed deeply, truly fed up with him, and stepped past him.

“You know Char; you really have no right to let people backstage.” He stopped me in my tracks and I slowly turned around to him again. He was seriously not doing this, was he?

“Well gee I’m so sorry Gerard,” I sighed rolling my eyes, “So, what? That was just some random girl who was willing to put up with your lips for a while?” I flung my arms in the air, clearly losing my temper, but by now I had no control over whatever I did. I was too annoyed at him to care about my actions anymore.

“I didn’t say that, I was just stating a fact that you let someone backstage without any proof they were here to see me. That could’ve been anyone-”

“Oh please, save it for someone who cares.” I cut him off, not wanting to hear the lecture he was about to give me.

I felt his warm breath on my neck suddenly and it made me jump, “But you do care, why else would you have been crying?”

My eyes went wide and I bit on my bottom lip nervously. I guess my face was still pretty fucked up from crying earlier. I felt the stinging in my eyes again as the image of the two of them completely lip-locked behind the curtain filled my mind. I tried so hard to shove it away, I didn’t want to see it, it would only cause the tears filling in my eyes to spill out. I didn’t want to cry in front of him, it would only show him weakness.

Before I even had time to react he pulled me to him and cradled me in his arms. My head leaned gently on his chest and finally the tears escaped and landed like raindrops on his shirt. His lips brushed the top of my head as he whispered comforts to me. Why he was doing this I did not know, just a few minutes ago he’d been taking the piss, and now I was trapped in his strong arms pouring my heart out.

“Don’t cry sugar, it was all an act.”

I looked up at him confused, “An act?” I whimpered. I didn’t get which parts he’d been acting and which ones he hadn’t been.

“Everything… Except from me being slightly pissed off this morning.” He rocked us back and forth slightly and lightly stroked my hair.

“Remind me again why you were pissed off at me?” I asked backing away from him a little so I could see his face. He inhaled slowly and pursed his lips.

“Well, you did reject me last night. And darlin’, I hate to get rejected.”

I grinned and lowered my eyes from him. “Hey,” He tilted my chin upwards and stared at me deeply, “We are friends right?” He laughed at my obvious reaction.

“Yeah Gee, Best friends til’ the end.” I said leaning into him again and feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. It sent tingles coursing through me and I shivered from the sensation. “So, who was that girl?” I asked after the tingles had settled down a bit.

“She’s a girl I met in LA; she came to our concert and well… Nothing really happened, she just insisted I took her number and I didn’t intend on seeing her again.”

“So why was she here tonight?”

He paused briefly and looked into my eyes again, “I actually just wanted her here to make you jealous, you know… I figured if you saw me with her you’d maybe not reject me.” I saw the blood rush to his cheeks then and I smiled taking his words in.

“You wanted to make me jealous?” I raised my eyebrow and he gave a slight nod.

“I just wanted to see how you’d react, to see if you still had feelings for me… The way I do for you.” He whispered leaning closer to me and brushing a few loose strands of hair away with his fingertips.

“And what are those feelings?” I urged him on and copied his actions leaning forward until our noses touched.

He opened his mouth to say something but I shook my head and captured his lips quickly. And no, I did not have a clue what I was doing, my whole body was just screaming at me to kiss him, so I did. I stiffened when I felt the sensation course through my body, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was like the tingles when we touched, but much stronger. He nervously flicked his tongue against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth without hesitation, I wanted to feel more of the sensation. When our tongues touched, hell, I nearly freakin’ screamed at the feeling. I let a soft whimper escape and I felt him grin against my mouth.

Suddenly my lips felt cold and alone, I opened my eyes to realise he’d pulled away. Then I started to panic, had I done something wrong? Was I crap at kissing? I studied the expression on his face, and for the first time, I couldn’t tell what he was feeling. He looked confused, but also angry, and then I spotted a hint of surprise, damn this guy was confusing.

“What?” I asked quietly after a few moments.

He shook his head and sighed, “That was… weird.” He whispered the last word. WEIRD?! Okay what the fuck, I know I’m not the best kisser in the world but seriously, he found it weird?!

He looked into my eyes and obviously noticed the confusion, “I don’t mean weird in a bad way, I mean…” He paused and stared at the ground. Now I was really confused, how can weird not mean bad? I lifted my shaking hand and lightly touched it with his. His head shot up and stared right into my eyes again.

“I mean I’ve never felt anything like it before, just this… I don’t know how to explain it.” He shook his head again and I smiled, he’d felt the sensation too.

“Gerard, I know what you mean,” I whispered, “I felt weird too.” I giggled slightly and made him smile, oh hell I nearly melted when I seen that smile.

“I remember our first kiss,” He said and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, “In the golden field behind your house. I remember I turned around and we both fell, laughing our heads off. And then, I remember looking into your eyes, and I couldn’t help but smile.” He smiled then and my heart ached.

I couldn’t help but cry again, though these were not tears of sadness, but tears of happiness. I don’t think I’ve ever cried when I’m happy, probably because I’ve never been so happy before. Just listening to him recreate that memory brought fresh tears to my eyes.

He took both of my hands and entwined them with his, “I couldn’t help but smile because, when I looked into your eyes I felt a feeling I never wanted to let go. And it was the same feeling I just felt there when you kissed me.” He leaned closer to me so when he spoke his lips brushed against mine.

This moment felt perfect, and I know people say ‘nothing is perfect’, but I can tell you truthfully, that moment was perfect. I could feel his heartbeat quicken against my chest, and his whole body trembled.

“Charlotte… I love you.” He whispered into my ear, his lips grazing my skin softly. I felt like my heart was about to burst. I hadn’t heard those words in a long time, and they were music to my ears.

“I love you too.” I whispered back as a tear trickled down my cheek and he wiped it away. It felt amazing to say those three words and mean it. Jason had always made me say it to him every day, but i never once meant it. I couldn't love something that had damaged me so much.

Gerard tugged on my t-shirt lightly, braking me from my thoughts, and his smile grew wider, “Let’s go somewhere.” He said and I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Where?” I asked, slightly confused by this random suggestion.

He paused briefly before leaning down to my ear again. His tongue darted out to my earlobe and he spoke gently, “Anywhere.”







R&R xo