Look into my eyes, you will see, what you mean to me. Search your heart, search your soul, and when you find me there, you'll search no more.
Gerard got out of bed and walked out of his room. He was angry that Frank would be so disrespectful to the peace and quiet of the house, but he was also curious. Was this revenge or something? That Gerard said he was going to keep his distance and so Frank was going to force them to talk? Don't tell me it's not worth trying for, you can't tell me it's not worth dying for. Gerard walked towards the sound, listening intently and trying to find Frank. The sound was coming from the kitchen, and Gerard walked there quickly.
Frank was stood in the kitchen, red roses on the floor, slightly more cliche than Frank would like to admit and the radio on the floor. Gerard didn't know what he was meant to do, listen to the music continuing to play, or question why Frank was doing this. You know it's true, everything I do, I do it for you.
Frank leaned down and turned off the radio then, and there was a silence in the room. Nobody quite knew what to do. But Gerard opened his mouth to say something, anything, and Frank shook his head.
"No, you're going to listen to me," Frank said with authority. He had gone to bed last night feeling like he had let Gerard talk at him, rather than with him and he was angry about that. A conversation and decision that big should be shared.
"I love you. I think, I pretty much always have, and when Mikey gets out of whatever crazy fucked up thing he's going through right now, he'll tell you the truth. I've always thought you were beautiful, and I've always wanted to be close to you," Frank smiled, even though he was trying to be stern with what he was saying. "For God's sake Gerard, I gave up my job to help you out!"
"No," Frank interrupted, his head shaking and smile disappearing, "I told you that you're going to listen to me. You talked at me last night, and left before I had the chance to properly tell you how I feel. So how does it feel Gerard? To have me throw my feelings at you and not let you talk?"
"Bad," Gerard mumbled like a child, realizing his mistake. "I'm sorry."
"You also told me reasons why we can't be together," Frank said ignoring the apology, because it didn't really matter any more. "Did you ever think about why we should be together?"
"Not really Frank, I mean I-"
"No, Gerard!" Frank shouted, then composed himself. "I'm sorry, I just-stop. Stop telling me that we can't and let me tell you why we can." Gerard nodded and Frank continued, "I've never met someone like you before. You make me so agitated and so angry yet I still want to be around you. I'm not good at this kind of thing, but the main reason that I would argue is that you're perfect for me. You're everything I want. I don't want anyone else. Do you understand that?"
"Okay," Gerard spoke, the words falling from his mouth in an irrational sort of way, but he was smiling and Frank was confused.
"Okay? What's okay?"
"If you still want to, I'd like to be your boyfriend," Gerard smiled, "But you do need to understand that this could go wrong."
"I do. You've told me enough," Both Gerard and Frank laughed at that, "But things go wrong in normal relationships all the time. Just promise me you'll try."
"Hey, Frank?" Gerard asked as they were sat on the couch, a little distant for a couple, but still comfortable, "Can we, um, cuddle?" Gerard's high pitched voice that was now soothing to Frank was slightly higher because he was more nervous.
"Of course we can, Gee," Frank beamed, happy the more nervous had suggested it, Frank didn't want to push things. "We're boyfriends, you don't have to ask."
Gerard moved closer to Frank, feeling nervous, but maybe that was because he finally had a boyfriend he genuinely felt something for and that felt something for him. Gerard trusted Frank, because while Frank was talking, Gerard thought rationally about what Frank was doing to try and win Gerard. Only someone special would go to such lengths.
Frank had his legs up on the couch, and Gerard fit himself between Frank's legs and the back of the couch, letting his body lay on it's side so that he could lean onto Frank. He'd never been so close to someone for such a long time. Sure they had kissed, but it didn't last that long. This was their bodies, and Gerard's body wasn't exactly covered, pressed against each other. And for the first time in Gerard's life he felt good, and not useless.
"We have to go somewhere tomorrow," Gerard decided, smiling at his plan, "Prepare yourself."
"I'd go anywhere with you Gee," Frank smiled, "You know that."
Yeah, Gerard thought, he knew that now.
A/N: This is maybe my favourite so far, despite being pretty short. It involves a great love song, cuddling and HALLELUJAH THEY ARE BOYFRIENDS! And it's the only nearly totally fluffy(?) chapter in this fic so far.
Opinions always welcome. Xo
P.S I know Gerard has a radio and stuff (Chapter 1) but he listens to rock music on it.. and so he would have never heard this song. Or at least I'm making it that way.