Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > It Was Just One Night
Melody's POV
After we left the restaurant Pete had us follow him to the hotel we would be staying at. I gasped as we pulled into the lot. I expected us to stay at a nice hotel but not at a hotel thisexpensive. Once our cars were parked and our luggage was taken care of by an employee Frank and I followed Pete up to the check in desk.
"Good afternoon. Welcome to The Ritz-Carlton...." I tuned out the woman greeting us as I took in my surroundings.
While it's true I have stayed in my fair share of ritzy hotels before I had never stayed in one quite this elegant. Everything about this hotel from the furnishings and decor to the guests was sophisticated. I felt as if I didn't really belong but it was breathtaking nonetheless.
"Mel? Melody?" Frank called, waving a hand in front of my face and ripping me from my thoughts.
"Huh?" Frank laughed.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh, um....y-yeah."
"Come on, let's head up to our room." I nodded, allowing Frank to lead me into a nearby elevator just after Pete.
"I'll be on the twenty-first floor in the Ritz-Carlton Suite with the rest of the band. You guys will be on the twenty-second floor in the Royal Suite. Help yourselves to whatever you want because it's on me."
"Pete, no. We can't do that. I wish you would let me take care of mine and Mel's room. It-" Pete held up a hand, silencing Frank. I snickered at the look on Frank's face.
"No. Everything is already taken care of. I want you two to have the best weekend of your lives. Frank, you better show Melody a good time."
"But-" Frank started.
"Just think of it has a present for the baby or some shit like that."
"How would this benefit the baby?" Frank questioned, raising an eyebrow at Pete.
"Stress free weekend, no school, no job, just relaxation." Frank sighed, nodding his agreement.
"Fine but next time I pay, got it?"
"Deal." Pete grinned.
The elevator came to a stop on the twenty-first floor and Pete stepped out, waving at us.
"I'll see you guys around one-thirty. Go spend some time together." He grinned, winking just before the doors shut. I blushed, fully understanding the reasoning behind his wink. Frank laughed.
"Subtly is definitely not Pete's strong point." I shrugged.
"It's Pete Wentz. I wouldn't expect anything less." Frank laughed as the elevator came to a stop once again.
The doors opened and Frank grasped my hand, leading me toward our room. My body buzzed with excitement. I would be spending two days alone, in an extravagant hotel, with Frank. It was more than I could ever hope to have. Just peace, relaxation, and Frank.
The door to our room swung open and my jaw dropped. It was huge and expensive and beautiful. I had never seen anything like it. I followed Frank into the room, examining my surroundings in awe. The first area we entered was the living room area which was just as big as any living room I had seen. There was a large, black couch, a small, wooden center table, and several matching, black sitting chairs as well as a large plasma screen television hanging on the wall across the room. I blinked several times. I couldn't believe my own eyes.
The next room I came upon was a dining room, an actual dining room with a massive, wooden table and chairs as well as a pantry set off to the side. There was enough room for at least eight people to sit and eat comfortably and the pantry was stocked with food from floor to ceiling. Upon further inspection, I noticed the pantry held all of both mine and Frank's favorite snacks. Frank chuckled from behind me.
"Pete goes all out."
"Yeah." I breathed before turning and leaving the dining area, entering back into the living room and into the bedroom.
The bedroom was better than I could have ever imagined. To my right, as I entered, stood a king size bed with night tables to either side. Elegantly decorated lamps sat upon either night table. Two overstuffed chairs with matching end tables sat on either side of yet another large plasma screen television. A spacious closet stared back at me from across the room and a tall wardrobe stood to my left. It shocked me how spacious and elegant the room was. It was better than most apartments I had seen. Even larger than the apartment I shared with Frank and Mikey.
The bathroom was my last stop and to my utter surprise it was the most extravagant room in the entire hotel room. To my right was an oversized marble tub with beautiful, golden faucets. Just behind the tub was a separate shower, also with marble tiling and a glass enclosure. Straight before me, as you walked into the bathroom, was a set of double sinks. A massive mirror hung above the sink area and the sinks themselves were also intricately decorated in marble and gold. To my left was a door which opened to reveal a separate toilet area.
"Frankie..." I gasped. "It's too much." He wrapped his arms around my middle and rested his chin on my shoulder.
"It's perfect and you deserve it." I sighed in content, resting my head against Frank's shoulder. "Come on, let's rest. Pete will be here soon. Maybe we can look through that book now." I smiled, nodding my agreement and allowed Frank to lead me back to the bedroom.
He kicked his shoes off and retrieved the book from the living room area, returning a moment later. He stretched out across the bed and pat the space next to himself. I smiled as I kicked my own shoes off and lay down beside him. He opened the book and began scanning through the pages.
"There's so many." He frowned. "I don't even know where to start." I shrugged at him.
"I don't know either but I know I want it to be special, unique. I like names that are different."
"Yeah, me too." We flipped through a few more pages before Frank sighed, shut the book, and placed it on the night table. "My brain hurts." He whined. I ruffled his hair and smiled.
"Poor Frankie."
"Come here." He whined, pulling me close to his chest, burying his face into my neck.
I hummed in content. Even if Frank couldn't have a relationship with me this was nice, too. Every moment spent with Frank was priceless to me. Every touch, every brush of lips, was confusing at times but magical nonetheless. My only fear is that once I have this baby, once our daughter is born this will all be over. The touching, the closeness, everything. What if he only wants to be close to me because of our baby? I know Frank would never abandon her but what if all of this is only because he can't actually hold her in his arms yet?
It hurt to think about but I could not bring myself to be completely upset. As long as he never abandons her I can be happy. I would never be fully happy without Frank but I could learn to live without his touch, the feel of his lips against my neck every night, the soothing patterns he traced over my abdomen.
The sensation of Frank's lips ghosting over the sensitive flesh of my neck startled me from my thoughts. A strangled breath caught in my throat as he inhaled, allowing his breath to tickle my skin, pressing his warm lips just under my jaw. His fingers trailed up my side as his lips traveled further up my jaw to my chin. His hand cupped my face as he pressed his lips to mine in a slow, gentle meshing of lips. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as he kissed me firmer, slightly less innocent. His tongue traced my bottom lip, prodding for entrance. I willingly parted my lips, allowing him to explore my mouth as I explored his.
I could feel his body pressing into mine, our legs entwining, hands tangled through hair, tongues exploring. The bulge in his jeans pressed into the side of my thigh and I moaned. This is what I had wanted for so long. My heart beat so fast in my chest I felt as if it would beat right out of my ribcage. Desire washed over me in waves, intensifying every touch, every groan. I barely registered my hand slithering down to grope at the front of his jeans until he pulled away abruptly, shocking me.
"N-No. We can't." He groaned, sitting up and running his hands over his face.
"Fr-Frankie?"
"I'm sorry. I just can't." He sighed as he stood and left the bedroom.
I whimpered, curling in on myself. He had almost let me in and I had ruined it. I am not sure how but I knew I had. I knew this was all my fault. I could hear him cursing to himself in the next room, probably blaming himself for what had happened between us. I could feel the salty, silent tears trailing down my cheeks, dripping off of my chin. Frank reentered the room and sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me.
"Melody, I am so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have let it get that far. I shouldn't have done that to you in the first place." The sadness in his voice was enough to make my chest tighten.
"I-I...." I trailed off as words seemed to be failing me.
"Melody, don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry."
I tried to respond but the only thing that came out was a whimper. Luckily, a knock on the door stopped Frank from saying anything further. He sighed as he made his way out of the room to answer the door. Pete's excited voice drifted to my ears and I sighed. I didn't want to ruin this night for anyone else so I slid from the bed and crouched down by our suitcase. I grabbed a pair of black jeans, Mikey's Anthrax tee, new undergarments, one of Frank's hoodies and my black Vans then made my way into the bathroom to change.
I changed quickly, folding my dirty laundry and setting it to the side before standing before the mirror. Red, puffy eyes stared back at me. Pink splotches dotted my face and tears stained my cheeks. I looked like hell. I washed my face and brushed my teeth before applying a thin layer of makeup to cover any evidence of my crying. I ran a brush through my hair, glancing over my reflection one last time. Sighing, I left the bathroom and joined Frank in the living room area. His head snapped up as I entered the room and he shot me a sad smile.
"Mel, I'm sorry-" I cut him off.
"Let's just forget about it, okay? I want us to have a good night and that won't be possible unless we forget about what happened."
"But-"
"Frankie, please." I pleaded. He sighed, nodding in defeat.
"Okay. Pete is waiting for us downstairs." I nodded, making my way to the door. Frank followed closely behind me, securing the door behind us. I jumped a little when he slid an arm around my waist and joined our right hands. "You look beautiful."
"Thanks, Frankie."
Frank lead us to the elevator and we rode down to the lobby where Pete was waiting for us. Pete enveloped me in a hug and I hugged him back.
"Mel, you look beautiful."
"Thanks, Pete."
"Come on, Patrick will kill me if I'm late."
Before either Frank or I could blink Pete grasped our hands and tugged us out of the lobby and to his car. I climbed into the backseat as Frank took the passenger's side and Pete the driver's. The ride to the venue was short and soon we found ourselves being herded into the empty venue. The only other people present were us, the band, the crew, and a few security guards. Pete introduced me to the rest of the band. They were all so friendly. Cassie and her younger sister, Leanna, joined us just after our arrival.
"Hi, Cassie, it's nice to see you again." Pete greeted, wrapping her in a hug. "Is this Leanna?"
Leanna was beautiful but terribly shy. She had short, black hair and startling green eyes, standing just an inch or two shorter than myself.
"Yep." Cassie grinned. Leanna blushed as Pete wrapped her in a hug as well.
"It's nice to meet you, Leanna. I'm Pete, this is Patrick, Joe, and Andy." Pete introduced, pointing at each named person in turn. "And that is our good friend, Frank Iero of My Chemical Romance, and his girlfriend, Melody." Leanna blushed, shaking each of our hands.
"Thank you, Mr. Iero, for giving us tickets for tonight. This means a lot to me and getting to meet all of you is more than I could have ever asked for." She smiled shyly. "This is just so....crazy. Two of my favorite bands or well, one of my favorite bands and Frank Iero."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Leanna. I'm glad you could join us tonight." Frank smiled, offering her a hug. She smiled, tentatively hugging him back.
"Um...would it be okay if...I could get your autographs?" She questioned, her eyes meeting her shoes.
"Of course, sweetheart." Pete grinned. Each of them signed an autograph with a cute message for her. It was adorable seeing how excited she was. "Well, I hate to run off but we've got sound check. You want to help us out, Frankie?"
"Sure, Pete." He nodded before turning to me. "I'll just be right up here if you need me, okay?" I nodded. He rubbed my stomach and planted a kiss to my forehead before making his way to the stage.
Cassie, Leanna, and I made our way to a few seats several rows away from the stage.
"So, how long have you and Frank been together, Melody?" Cassie questioned.
"Oh, um....not long. We...just recently, I suppose."
"Really? You two are so cute together." Cassie gushed. "Don't take this the wrong way but is the baby his?" I smiled fondly, placing a protective hand over my stomach.
"Yes, she is his. Frank and I haven't always been on the best of terms but we're okay now."
"I'm glad to hear that. You two really are quite adorable."
"Please don't take this to offense but why haven't you guys revealed your pregnancy to the public?" Leanna questioned barely above a whisper.
"No, it's okay. Well, Frank was worried about my safety. He was afraid we wouldn't have any privacy and that the paparazzi would constantly bother us and my doctor said she wanted me to be stress free. That would be nearly impossible with reporters and cameras around at all times."
"That's understandable. Don't worry, we won't tell anyone." Leanna smiled.
"Thank you. That really means a lot to me."
Cassie, Leanna, and I sat around chatting and watching the guys check their instruments and get the stage set up until they were done. I learned so much about both girls in the span of a couple of hours. Both girls had had hard lives. I found out that when Cassie was just nineteen years old and Leanna was only ten their parents were killed in a car wreck, leaving Cassie to care for her younger sibling. They had both taken their parents deaths hard, obviously, but Leanna had only been a child. She had to deal with so much at the age of ten that it broke my heart. It was the love and care of her sister and the music of her favorite bands that had helped her through it all. They had both had to grow up in such a short amount of time. It was truly a heartbreaking story.
Once they guys finished up with their sound check Frank joined us, beckoning us to follow him to the band's dressing room. As we walked to the back of the venue Frank wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He shrugged.
"You seem kind of sad." I frowned. Frank obviously knew me far too well.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just learned some really sad things about Cassie and Leanna. It seems they have had a hard life." Frank frowned.
"That's horrible." I nodded.
Once we reached the dressing room Pete immediately snagged us and lead us to a table full of food which I was more than grateful for since my stomach wouldn't seem to stop growling. Frank insisted on fixing my plate for me, making me sit at a table and wait. I laughed at the pile of food he brought back with him.
"Frankie, I'm hungry but not that hungry." He chuckled.
"I know but I didn't know what you would want so I got a little of everything."
"Thanks, Frankie."
"No problem. So, care to tell me what you girls talked about?" I shrugged, relaying the information I had learned to him. He, too, frowned, noting how sad their situation seemed.
I nodded my agreement, shifting my gaze across the room where Leanna and Cassie sat conversing with Pete and Patrick. The smiles on their faces hid the pain of their past well. I realized then that was most likely why Leanna seemed so shy and reserved.
"Mel?"
"Hmm?" I hummed, turning my gaze back to Frank.
"I'm sorry." He murmured. I sighed heavily.
"Frankie, please don't do this. Not here, not now. I just want to enjoy this night. We can sort out our fucked up lives when we get back to the hotel."
He cupped my right cheek in his hand and planted a gentle kiss to my left cheek making my heart flutter in my chest. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered to me.
"I do love you, Mel. I hope you know that." I nodded, a single tear trailing from my left eye. Frank used the pad his thumb to wipe it away.
"I love you, too, Frankie. More than you will ever know." He sighed.
"Come here, baby." He murmured, pulling me close. "Forget about everything for one night and enjoy yourself, okay?" I nodded. "It's almost time for the show. Are you excited?" I smiled weakly up at him.
"Yeah."
"What is your favorite Fall Out Boy song?"
"Oh, that's easy. It's The Carpal Tunnel of Love." He grinned.
"I like that one, too."
Pete bounced over to us, grinning widely.
"It's almost time! Are you excited, Mel?"
"Yes." I grinned. "I can't wait to see you guys on stage. You better go crazy on stage for me." He grinned, winking at me.
"Oh, you know it, doll and I have a surprise for you." I quirked an eyebrow up at him.
"And just what is that, Pete Wentz?" He waggled his eyebrows at me.
"You'll just have to wait and see." I chuckled, remembering Frank's comparison of Pete and brick walls.
"Fine, fine but it better be good."
"Oh, it will be. Now, let's go. We have a show to get to."
Frank and I laughed as we rejoined Cassie and Leanna, following Pete and the rest of the band toward the stage. A security guard lead Cassie and Leanna to their seats while another set up a spot at the side of the stage for Frank and myself.
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After we left the restaurant Pete had us follow him to the hotel we would be staying at. I gasped as we pulled into the lot. I expected us to stay at a nice hotel but not at a hotel thisexpensive. Once our cars were parked and our luggage was taken care of by an employee Frank and I followed Pete up to the check in desk.
"Good afternoon. Welcome to The Ritz-Carlton...." I tuned out the woman greeting us as I took in my surroundings.
While it's true I have stayed in my fair share of ritzy hotels before I had never stayed in one quite this elegant. Everything about this hotel from the furnishings and decor to the guests was sophisticated. I felt as if I didn't really belong but it was breathtaking nonetheless.
"Mel? Melody?" Frank called, waving a hand in front of my face and ripping me from my thoughts.
"Huh?" Frank laughed.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh, um....y-yeah."
"Come on, let's head up to our room." I nodded, allowing Frank to lead me into a nearby elevator just after Pete.
"I'll be on the twenty-first floor in the Ritz-Carlton Suite with the rest of the band. You guys will be on the twenty-second floor in the Royal Suite. Help yourselves to whatever you want because it's on me."
"Pete, no. We can't do that. I wish you would let me take care of mine and Mel's room. It-" Pete held up a hand, silencing Frank. I snickered at the look on Frank's face.
"No. Everything is already taken care of. I want you two to have the best weekend of your lives. Frank, you better show Melody a good time."
"But-" Frank started.
"Just think of it has a present for the baby or some shit like that."
"How would this benefit the baby?" Frank questioned, raising an eyebrow at Pete.
"Stress free weekend, no school, no job, just relaxation." Frank sighed, nodding his agreement.
"Fine but next time I pay, got it?"
"Deal." Pete grinned.
The elevator came to a stop on the twenty-first floor and Pete stepped out, waving at us.
"I'll see you guys around one-thirty. Go spend some time together." He grinned, winking just before the doors shut. I blushed, fully understanding the reasoning behind his wink. Frank laughed.
"Subtly is definitely not Pete's strong point." I shrugged.
"It's Pete Wentz. I wouldn't expect anything less." Frank laughed as the elevator came to a stop once again.
The doors opened and Frank grasped my hand, leading me toward our room. My body buzzed with excitement. I would be spending two days alone, in an extravagant hotel, with Frank. It was more than I could ever hope to have. Just peace, relaxation, and Frank.
The door to our room swung open and my jaw dropped. It was huge and expensive and beautiful. I had never seen anything like it. I followed Frank into the room, examining my surroundings in awe. The first area we entered was the living room area which was just as big as any living room I had seen. There was a large, black couch, a small, wooden center table, and several matching, black sitting chairs as well as a large plasma screen television hanging on the wall across the room. I blinked several times. I couldn't believe my own eyes.
The next room I came upon was a dining room, an actual dining room with a massive, wooden table and chairs as well as a pantry set off to the side. There was enough room for at least eight people to sit and eat comfortably and the pantry was stocked with food from floor to ceiling. Upon further inspection, I noticed the pantry held all of both mine and Frank's favorite snacks. Frank chuckled from behind me.
"Pete goes all out."
"Yeah." I breathed before turning and leaving the dining area, entering back into the living room and into the bedroom.
The bedroom was better than I could have ever imagined. To my right, as I entered, stood a king size bed with night tables to either side. Elegantly decorated lamps sat upon either night table. Two overstuffed chairs with matching end tables sat on either side of yet another large plasma screen television. A spacious closet stared back at me from across the room and a tall wardrobe stood to my left. It shocked me how spacious and elegant the room was. It was better than most apartments I had seen. Even larger than the apartment I shared with Frank and Mikey.
The bathroom was my last stop and to my utter surprise it was the most extravagant room in the entire hotel room. To my right was an oversized marble tub with beautiful, golden faucets. Just behind the tub was a separate shower, also with marble tiling and a glass enclosure. Straight before me, as you walked into the bathroom, was a set of double sinks. A massive mirror hung above the sink area and the sinks themselves were also intricately decorated in marble and gold. To my left was a door which opened to reveal a separate toilet area.
"Frankie..." I gasped. "It's too much." He wrapped his arms around my middle and rested his chin on my shoulder.
"It's perfect and you deserve it." I sighed in content, resting my head against Frank's shoulder. "Come on, let's rest. Pete will be here soon. Maybe we can look through that book now." I smiled, nodding my agreement and allowed Frank to lead me back to the bedroom.
He kicked his shoes off and retrieved the book from the living room area, returning a moment later. He stretched out across the bed and pat the space next to himself. I smiled as I kicked my own shoes off and lay down beside him. He opened the book and began scanning through the pages.
"There's so many." He frowned. "I don't even know where to start." I shrugged at him.
"I don't know either but I know I want it to be special, unique. I like names that are different."
"Yeah, me too." We flipped through a few more pages before Frank sighed, shut the book, and placed it on the night table. "My brain hurts." He whined. I ruffled his hair and smiled.
"Poor Frankie."
"Come here." He whined, pulling me close to his chest, burying his face into my neck.
I hummed in content. Even if Frank couldn't have a relationship with me this was nice, too. Every moment spent with Frank was priceless to me. Every touch, every brush of lips, was confusing at times but magical nonetheless. My only fear is that once I have this baby, once our daughter is born this will all be over. The touching, the closeness, everything. What if he only wants to be close to me because of our baby? I know Frank would never abandon her but what if all of this is only because he can't actually hold her in his arms yet?
It hurt to think about but I could not bring myself to be completely upset. As long as he never abandons her I can be happy. I would never be fully happy without Frank but I could learn to live without his touch, the feel of his lips against my neck every night, the soothing patterns he traced over my abdomen.
The sensation of Frank's lips ghosting over the sensitive flesh of my neck startled me from my thoughts. A strangled breath caught in my throat as he inhaled, allowing his breath to tickle my skin, pressing his warm lips just under my jaw. His fingers trailed up my side as his lips traveled further up my jaw to my chin. His hand cupped my face as he pressed his lips to mine in a slow, gentle meshing of lips. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as he kissed me firmer, slightly less innocent. His tongue traced my bottom lip, prodding for entrance. I willingly parted my lips, allowing him to explore my mouth as I explored his.
I could feel his body pressing into mine, our legs entwining, hands tangled through hair, tongues exploring. The bulge in his jeans pressed into the side of my thigh and I moaned. This is what I had wanted for so long. My heart beat so fast in my chest I felt as if it would beat right out of my ribcage. Desire washed over me in waves, intensifying every touch, every groan. I barely registered my hand slithering down to grope at the front of his jeans until he pulled away abruptly, shocking me.
"N-No. We can't." He groaned, sitting up and running his hands over his face.
"Fr-Frankie?"
"I'm sorry. I just can't." He sighed as he stood and left the bedroom.
I whimpered, curling in on myself. He had almost let me in and I had ruined it. I am not sure how but I knew I had. I knew this was all my fault. I could hear him cursing to himself in the next room, probably blaming himself for what had happened between us. I could feel the salty, silent tears trailing down my cheeks, dripping off of my chin. Frank reentered the room and sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me.
"Melody, I am so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have let it get that far. I shouldn't have done that to you in the first place." The sadness in his voice was enough to make my chest tighten.
"I-I...." I trailed off as words seemed to be failing me.
"Melody, don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry."
I tried to respond but the only thing that came out was a whimper. Luckily, a knock on the door stopped Frank from saying anything further. He sighed as he made his way out of the room to answer the door. Pete's excited voice drifted to my ears and I sighed. I didn't want to ruin this night for anyone else so I slid from the bed and crouched down by our suitcase. I grabbed a pair of black jeans, Mikey's Anthrax tee, new undergarments, one of Frank's hoodies and my black Vans then made my way into the bathroom to change.
I changed quickly, folding my dirty laundry and setting it to the side before standing before the mirror. Red, puffy eyes stared back at me. Pink splotches dotted my face and tears stained my cheeks. I looked like hell. I washed my face and brushed my teeth before applying a thin layer of makeup to cover any evidence of my crying. I ran a brush through my hair, glancing over my reflection one last time. Sighing, I left the bathroom and joined Frank in the living room area. His head snapped up as I entered the room and he shot me a sad smile.
"Mel, I'm sorry-" I cut him off.
"Let's just forget about it, okay? I want us to have a good night and that won't be possible unless we forget about what happened."
"But-"
"Frankie, please." I pleaded. He sighed, nodding in defeat.
"Okay. Pete is waiting for us downstairs." I nodded, making my way to the door. Frank followed closely behind me, securing the door behind us. I jumped a little when he slid an arm around my waist and joined our right hands. "You look beautiful."
"Thanks, Frankie."
Frank lead us to the elevator and we rode down to the lobby where Pete was waiting for us. Pete enveloped me in a hug and I hugged him back.
"Mel, you look beautiful."
"Thanks, Pete."
"Come on, Patrick will kill me if I'm late."
Before either Frank or I could blink Pete grasped our hands and tugged us out of the lobby and to his car. I climbed into the backseat as Frank took the passenger's side and Pete the driver's. The ride to the venue was short and soon we found ourselves being herded into the empty venue. The only other people present were us, the band, the crew, and a few security guards. Pete introduced me to the rest of the band. They were all so friendly. Cassie and her younger sister, Leanna, joined us just after our arrival.
"Hi, Cassie, it's nice to see you again." Pete greeted, wrapping her in a hug. "Is this Leanna?"
Leanna was beautiful but terribly shy. She had short, black hair and startling green eyes, standing just an inch or two shorter than myself.
"Yep." Cassie grinned. Leanna blushed as Pete wrapped her in a hug as well.
"It's nice to meet you, Leanna. I'm Pete, this is Patrick, Joe, and Andy." Pete introduced, pointing at each named person in turn. "And that is our good friend, Frank Iero of My Chemical Romance, and his girlfriend, Melody." Leanna blushed, shaking each of our hands.
"Thank you, Mr. Iero, for giving us tickets for tonight. This means a lot to me and getting to meet all of you is more than I could have ever asked for." She smiled shyly. "This is just so....crazy. Two of my favorite bands or well, one of my favorite bands and Frank Iero."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Leanna. I'm glad you could join us tonight." Frank smiled, offering her a hug. She smiled, tentatively hugging him back.
"Um...would it be okay if...I could get your autographs?" She questioned, her eyes meeting her shoes.
"Of course, sweetheart." Pete grinned. Each of them signed an autograph with a cute message for her. It was adorable seeing how excited she was. "Well, I hate to run off but we've got sound check. You want to help us out, Frankie?"
"Sure, Pete." He nodded before turning to me. "I'll just be right up here if you need me, okay?" I nodded. He rubbed my stomach and planted a kiss to my forehead before making his way to the stage.
Cassie, Leanna, and I made our way to a few seats several rows away from the stage.
"So, how long have you and Frank been together, Melody?" Cassie questioned.
"Oh, um....not long. We...just recently, I suppose."
"Really? You two are so cute together." Cassie gushed. "Don't take this the wrong way but is the baby his?" I smiled fondly, placing a protective hand over my stomach.
"Yes, she is his. Frank and I haven't always been on the best of terms but we're okay now."
"I'm glad to hear that. You two really are quite adorable."
"Please don't take this to offense but why haven't you guys revealed your pregnancy to the public?" Leanna questioned barely above a whisper.
"No, it's okay. Well, Frank was worried about my safety. He was afraid we wouldn't have any privacy and that the paparazzi would constantly bother us and my doctor said she wanted me to be stress free. That would be nearly impossible with reporters and cameras around at all times."
"That's understandable. Don't worry, we won't tell anyone." Leanna smiled.
"Thank you. That really means a lot to me."
Cassie, Leanna, and I sat around chatting and watching the guys check their instruments and get the stage set up until they were done. I learned so much about both girls in the span of a couple of hours. Both girls had had hard lives. I found out that when Cassie was just nineteen years old and Leanna was only ten their parents were killed in a car wreck, leaving Cassie to care for her younger sibling. They had both taken their parents deaths hard, obviously, but Leanna had only been a child. She had to deal with so much at the age of ten that it broke my heart. It was the love and care of her sister and the music of her favorite bands that had helped her through it all. They had both had to grow up in such a short amount of time. It was truly a heartbreaking story.
Once they guys finished up with their sound check Frank joined us, beckoning us to follow him to the band's dressing room. As we walked to the back of the venue Frank wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He shrugged.
"You seem kind of sad." I frowned. Frank obviously knew me far too well.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just learned some really sad things about Cassie and Leanna. It seems they have had a hard life." Frank frowned.
"That's horrible." I nodded.
Once we reached the dressing room Pete immediately snagged us and lead us to a table full of food which I was more than grateful for since my stomach wouldn't seem to stop growling. Frank insisted on fixing my plate for me, making me sit at a table and wait. I laughed at the pile of food he brought back with him.
"Frankie, I'm hungry but not that hungry." He chuckled.
"I know but I didn't know what you would want so I got a little of everything."
"Thanks, Frankie."
"No problem. So, care to tell me what you girls talked about?" I shrugged, relaying the information I had learned to him. He, too, frowned, noting how sad their situation seemed.
I nodded my agreement, shifting my gaze across the room where Leanna and Cassie sat conversing with Pete and Patrick. The smiles on their faces hid the pain of their past well. I realized then that was most likely why Leanna seemed so shy and reserved.
"Mel?"
"Hmm?" I hummed, turning my gaze back to Frank.
"I'm sorry." He murmured. I sighed heavily.
"Frankie, please don't do this. Not here, not now. I just want to enjoy this night. We can sort out our fucked up lives when we get back to the hotel."
He cupped my right cheek in his hand and planted a gentle kiss to my left cheek making my heart flutter in my chest. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered to me.
"I do love you, Mel. I hope you know that." I nodded, a single tear trailing from my left eye. Frank used the pad his thumb to wipe it away.
"I love you, too, Frankie. More than you will ever know." He sighed.
"Come here, baby." He murmured, pulling me close. "Forget about everything for one night and enjoy yourself, okay?" I nodded. "It's almost time for the show. Are you excited?" I smiled weakly up at him.
"Yeah."
"What is your favorite Fall Out Boy song?"
"Oh, that's easy. It's The Carpal Tunnel of Love." He grinned.
"I like that one, too."
Pete bounced over to us, grinning widely.
"It's almost time! Are you excited, Mel?"
"Yes." I grinned. "I can't wait to see you guys on stage. You better go crazy on stage for me." He grinned, winking at me.
"Oh, you know it, doll and I have a surprise for you." I quirked an eyebrow up at him.
"And just what is that, Pete Wentz?" He waggled his eyebrows at me.
"You'll just have to wait and see." I chuckled, remembering Frank's comparison of Pete and brick walls.
"Fine, fine but it better be good."
"Oh, it will be. Now, let's go. We have a show to get to."
Frank and I laughed as we rejoined Cassie and Leanna, following Pete and the rest of the band toward the stage. A security guard lead Cassie and Leanna to their seats while another set up a spot at the side of the stage for Frank and myself.
Thanks to everyone that reads this story. You guys are amazing. I am serious, every one of you. :D
xo britt
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