Promises

Chapter 7

I gotten woken up the next morning, not by Patrick's annoying ass, cheerful voice but by a pair of arms squeezing themselves slightly around me. I opened my eyes and was greeted with somebody's chest. I looked up and smiled to myself as I realized that it was Gerard that had hugged me in his sleep. I buried my face in his chest and closed my eyes, relishing in the blissful moment of just me and Gerard.

Unfortunately, the moment was ruined by the aforementioned voice yelling through the door some shit about breakfast. I groaned and pulled away slightly from Gerard, prepared for a repeat of yesterday morning, when I jumped at the sound of a voice.

"Good morning." Gerard yawned, pulling me back into his arms.

"Good morning." I laughed, squeezing him back. "We have to get up, it's time for breakfast and I'm starving."

"I don't wanna!" Gerard whined, burying his face in the space between my neck and the pillow.

"Me neither, but we have to, now get up you lazy shit!" I laughed, tickling his sides a little.

"Okay, okay, I surrender!" He laughed, sitting up and tickling me back.

"Hey, stop it!" I tried pushing his hands off of me, but to no avail. Finally he stopped and stood up, offering me his hand.

"Come on, we're going to be late for breakfast." I took his hand and he pulled me up. We let go of each other's hands before walking to breakfast,much to my disappointment.

"Oh like you even have a chance with that guy! I mean, you can keep dreaming because it'll make my job of crushing you even easier, but some word of advice, just stop trying and end it all." I could hear her smirk as I felt her presence leave me, even if it was just for a little while, it was a relief.

I shook my head as I grabbed my cereal and made my way to our table.

"...so I really liked how it ended. I thought it tied everything together nicely. What do you think?" Gerard looked at me expectantly. Shit, I wasn't listening. I was too busy being harassed by Luna.

"I'm sorry, what did you like the ending of?" I asked, trying my hardest not to blush.

"Were you even listening to me at all, Frank?" He asked, looking disappointed. Dammit, I didn't want to hurt his feelings! Now he will never like me! I mean, he wouldn't anyways, but now it's even less likely! He probably hates me now and will never want to talk to me and laugh at me during my panic attacks and will sit down next to me and watch and then spit on me and then retreat to his side of the room after telling me to kill myself and...

"Frank! Are you okay?" Gerard asked me, concern dripping from his voice.

"Wh-what?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"You looked like you were about to cry or pass out or both." He said, reaching across the table. I flinched, thinking that he was going to hit me for being such a nuisance, but he just grabbed my hand gently. "Do you want to go to the room? I can ask Patrick if we can skip group therapy because you weren't feeling well if you want?" I nodded quickly and watched as Gerard let go of my hand to go and talk to Patrick. Patrick looked over at me, then back at Gerard before nodding.

Gerard walked back to me and grabbed my hand again, "He said we could, so let's go." I nodded and stood up and let Gerard lead me to our room.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, looking down.

"What for? You have nothing to be sorry about." Gerard smiled reassuringly at me. The rest of the walk was spent in silence.

Gerard opened the door to our room and sat me down on my bed before closing the door. He walked back to me and enveloped me in his arms. I buried my face in his chest and wrapped my arms around his torso. We just hugged for a couple of minutes before Gerard pulled away, moving my face so that I was forced to look him in the eyes.

"Are you ready to talk about what happened?" He asked softly.

"Uh...I actually have no fucking idea if I'm ever going to be ready." I chuckled, looking down to try and hide my blush.

"Yeah because you're a little bitch that's too much of a coward to do or say anything to him about how you feel!"

"Shut up! I can prove you wrong, you know!"

"Go ahead, see if I care! Either way, you lose. If you don't tell him, you'll live with regret for as long as you live, wondering about all of the 'what if's. If you do tell him, you'll only be heartbroken. Even if he dates you, he'll break up with you eventually, and then what are you going to do? Finally off yourself? Either way, I win and you lose. So go ahead, prove me wrong! You'll actually be doing a favor."

I was physically shaking, thinking about all of the bad things that could happen. You know what? Fuck it. I'm going to tell him.

"Frankie?"

"Gerard, I like you. A whole fucking lot." I blurt out before I could change my mind.

"I like you to, Frank." Gerard said cautiously.

"No, like, I like like you. I-I think that I might actually love you and I know that sounds weird especially since we've only known each other for like a week but it-it's kind of like love at first sight, ya know? And-and I've only ever been in love once before and that turned into shit, but this feels different, like it feels right whereas the other one felt like something that I did on an instinct and I just-I just don't even know anything anymore except that I can't live without you and you're the first person to ever help me through a panic attack and have actually had an impact on helping me and-" I was suddenly interrupted by a soft pair of lips pressing themselves hesitantly against mine.

After a moment's hesitation, I carefully pushed my lips against his, relishing at the bliss that I felt. The lips pressed harder against mine, and I returned it. Soon I was getting pushed back onto the bed as the kiss turned into something more passionate, something more heated. After a couple of moments of the passionate kiss, the person pulled away slightly, resting their forehead on mine.

"I love you too." The person panted.

"What?" I asked, opening my eyes and looking up, seeing Gerard over me. Holy shit. I just fucking made out with Gerard.

"I love you too. I love you so much and I promise that I will always love you, no matter what happens. I promise to be there when you need me and to always make sure that I can calm you down and hug you when you need a hug and just generally make sure that you know that you are loved." He rushed out, kissing my face with every promise that he made.

"And I promise to always love you, no matter what shit happened in you're past and that I will always be here for you when you need me and I promise to protect you and make sure that you never get hurt too seriously." I kissed him with every promise that I made.

"You promise?" He smiled.

"I promise." I kissed him again. "You promise?"

"I promise."

A/N: Hello there my lovelies! Look, another update after over a month! Sorry I am the worst procrastinater. Anyways, hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter!

Till next time,
Zowie
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