21. When You Go...

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(I know the GIF isnt Hesitant Alien, but I'm running out and dont feel like looking anymore)

The first year passes, and I almost forget that Gerard was a psychopath that killed my only friends and his own brother. That is, until G/N's first birthday approaches, we had a small little thing with Amy, I took lots of pictures so G/N could have the memories. Deep down though, I know the pictures weren't just for her... honestly, I was afraid for Gerard.

When I had gotten out of the hospital, people had started searching for Frank and Andy, they never found them or their bodies... I know that when he turns himself in for not only that but the murder of Mikey, he'll more than likely be put to death.

The night after her party was a long one. After putting G/N to bed and Gerard telling her a crazy made up story until she fell asleep, we lay in bed, unable to sleep.

I sigh and turn over on my side to face him "Gee?" I ask and he turns to face me as well, "yeah sugar?" He breathes and I smile at the nickname, "I love you..." I say quietly and he smiles "I love you too Y/N..." I move closer to him, pressing my lips to his gently, a sad smile crosses his lips, even through the kiss. Eventually he pulls away, carefully climbing over me, before pressing his lips back to mine.

This kiss was slow and gentle, yet still passionate and with a hidden fire behind it. He carefully pulls away, gently grabbing at the hem of the oversized shirt I wore to bed, and looking up at me for permission. I smile and nod, he carefully pulls the shirt over my head, before running his hands across my skin, memorizing every inch, knowing this is the last time he'll have the chance to do so. He leans down, his lips making contact with my neck, where he leaves gentle open-mouthed kisses. He trails down my neck and across my collar bone, down over my bare chest and stomache.

I reach down, grabbing at his shirt, he smiles and takes it off for me, allowing me to admire him one last time. I smile, moving my hands across his chest, before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his lips back down to mine. "We dont have to do this Y/N..." he trails off against my lips. I pull away carefully, resting my forehead against his "I want to..." I whisper and a smile crosses his face, as I reach down toward the hem of his pants. "If it's what you want doll..." he breathes and I nod quickly.

That night wasn't fueled by lust or an instinct, it was love that fueled the passionate fires that night... (I genuinely hate that, but I was half asleep whilst writing this and I can think of literally no other way I could write it XD)

The next morning when I woke our legs were tangled together and his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. I carefully roll over as to not wake him, examining his sleeping face. I reach up, brushing a strand of hair from his face. His beautiful hazel eyes flutter open, and he smiles, before it drops and he gently rests his hand on my cheek. "Why are ya crying sugar?" I didn't realize I was... "sorry," I sigh "for what doll?" He asks gently, holding my jaw in his palm. I lean into his touch and sigh "we could've b-been a normal couple... Andy, Frank, hell even Mikey would still be here right now.. if I wouldnt of just been so stubborn." I breathe out.

He smiles lightly "none of this is your fault Y/N..." he trails off, pressing his lips to my cheek "I was an ass," he cracks a small smile and I giggle, "there you go, I just want you and G/N to be as happy as possible..." he says gently "and that's not gonna happen as long as I'm here... I'm a constant reminder of that pain..." he trails off and I pull him to me, gently meeting his lips for a moment, before pulling away. "So... you're leaving then..?" I ask quietly and he nods, "I have to... for her sake..." he's referring to the sleeping one year old in the room down the hall.

My phone beeps and I reach for it, unlocking it to see a message from Amy.

Ames: Hey, want me to come get G/N so you guys can spend the day together?

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