Oneshots

Photograph//Frerard

Loving can hurt
But it's the only thing that I know
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

Gerard stared blankly around him. This was a scene he knew all too well, and the twisting of his gut that he had learned to embrace was as prominent as ever. Today was the day Frank would come back from a six month deployment in Afghanistan- his longest deployment yet- and while Gerard was excited, he still worried. It was irrational, he knew, he would be told if something happened to Frank. The thought of something happening to Frank sent a chill down his spine.

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still

Gerard smiled down at a little reel of pictures in his hand. He and Frank had spent their last night together on the town and had stopped to take the pictures in a shopping mall. He always had the pictures with him, no matter where he was.

Wait for me to come home

Gerard and the people surrounding him suddenly perked up at the announcement of the landing plane.

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know
I swear it will get easier
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

They had done this more than a few times before, but Frank coming home was as much of a hassle as it was beautiful. The two crowds merged in a bedlam of happiness. Mothers reuniting with sons, husbands seeing their wives and children for the first time in months.

And there was Gerard.

Lost in a sea of people, he turned and searched frantically for the face of the man he had loved for years.

"Gerard!"

"Frank!"

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Gerard ran faster than he ever had into the arms of Frank, his Frank.

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
Times forever frozen still

Either man would be lying if they said they weren't crying. Like everyone around them, neither spoke, just holding each other for the first time in what felt like centuries.

Breaking apart for a moment, each took in the other's appearance. Gerard's disheveled hair and sleepless eyes, and Frank's perfectly cut hair and smile that seemed to outshine every star in the universe.

You won't ever be alone

"I love you so much." Gerard said, placing his lips onto the smaller man's.

And if you hurt me
That's okay, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

Gerard's hand suddenly brushed fabric that didn't feel like the rest of Frank's uniform. He pulled away again and found that Frank's arm was bandaged halfway down from his shoulder to his elbow. 

"What happened?" It came out as barely a whisper, as Gerard's mouth had gone completely dry from seeing the bandage.

"It's fine." Frank said, taking Gerard's face in his hands. "There was an explosion and I got hit by shrapnel. I'm okay, I promise."

Wait for me to come home

Gerard knew it could be worse. He knew that Frank could have had something worse than shrapnel hit him, but it didn't change the fact that Gerard's fear was seeming to play out. He pulled Frank back in for another hug.

"Don't fucking do that to me. To you." Gerard whispered.

And you can keep me
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

Frank had forgotten what Gerard's hugs were like when they were across the world from each other. They stayed in each other's embrace for a few minutes, paying little mind to the people around them who were doing the same.

"I love you, Gerard."

"I love you, too, Frank."

When I'm away
I remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."