Run Away (Frank William Abagnale Jr. One-Shot)

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You knew Frank William Abagnale Jr. ever since you were children, you were a friend of the family. You basically never left each other's sides. You had happy memories of dancing with him in his parents' living room, or just talking together. Your most prominent memory of him was about a year ago, you were both sixteen and he told you he loved you.

Currently, Frank's parents were getting a divorce. You had looked everywhere to find him, with no luck. You picked up your phone and called just in case he had made it back home. It rang for ages before you gave up and decided to leave a message "Hey Frank, it's me (Y/N). Listen, I heard what happened and that's a tough thing to go through alone. I'm here for you, you just say the word. Okay, bye." You tried to sound cheerful on the phone, but you were getting really worried about him.

Weeks passed and Frank hadn't come home yet. You visited his father's house every day in hopes of seeing him. He let you read the letters he received from Frank. You heard his voice as you read them, making you miss him more, but it was nice to know how he was.

The weeks turned into months, but you still visited Frank's father. There was a knock at the door, and Mr Abagnale told you to get it. It was the police. Mr Abagnale was sure that they were there for him, but they wanted to talk about Frank. "Could we have some privacy, Mr Abagnale?"

"No, anything you have to say, you can say in front of (Y/N). She's a friend."

Forgery. Impersonation. Bank robbery. It had never even crossed your mind. Even though he had told you about the time that people thought he was a substitute teacher, you thought it was all for fun. Maybe that's all this was to him. Fun.

Mr Abagnale got very sick. He told you "(Y/N), you need to find him. If you can't stop him, at least go with him. He shouldn't have been alone this long." That was sort of his dying wish.

You promised Mr Abagnale that you would go after Frank. You packed a suitcase with some clothes and all of Frank's letters and went to the airport.

One pilot, surrounded by his crew entered the airport. They were attracting a lot of attention. You just rolled your eyes before grabbing your luggage and moving. But the group didn't stop, and they collided into you. They were unscathed, but gave you some dirty looks. "Hey!" You yelled after them. When they didn't stop, you went after them. You reached out for the pilot. "Excuse me, but I don't think you're representing Pan Am airlines very well." The pilot turned around and stopped dead in his tracks. "(Y/N)?" You were about to say something before he took his sunglasses off.

You began to sob as you looked into the face of Frank William Abagnale Jr. He apologised to the crew before grabbing your arm and dragging you to the women's bathroom. He locked you both in a cubicle before speaking again. "What are you doing here?!" You stood, still shocked for a few more moments before hugging him tightly. When you realised he wasn't going to hug back, you let go and began to speak. "I don't care about the forgery, impersonation or bank robbery. I don't even care that you left for months, without saying goodbye. I just want you to now, be the man that told me he loved me when we were 16." Frank stood silent while tears streamed down your face. You wiped at your eyes with the heels of your hands. "But if that is too much. All I ask is that you come with me now and go to your father's funeral. After that, you can leave again, and I won't bother you anymore." He looked you in the eyes. "My father's dead?" You gave a small nod and it was Frank's turn to cry. Now, he hugged you, and you hugged back.

You both got on a plane back to New Rochelle. You hadn't talked much since you guys were in the bathroom. Frank had discarded his uniform and you had both got tickets for the flight home. You were sat next to each other and Frank leaned close to you and talked softly in your ear. "About what you said before, I have never stopped loving you (Y/N). Even when I had a different name, I was still the same guy. I can't stay in one place anymore, but I'd like to take you with me wherever I go." You smiled without looking at him, before kissing him on the cheek.

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