The New Kid (Frerard Fanfic)

Gramps

I woke up. Gerard lay next to me sound asleep.

Last night was great.

Wow.

We didn't have sex just the playful stuff.

I think we went to sleep around 01:00am in the end.

I got up out of bed trying not to wake Gerard.

I dragged my feet to the stairs and slowly walked down them.

My steps were so heavy I didn't realise I was making so much noise.

When I got to the bottom, that's when I realised. I stood still hoping that I didn't wake up Gerard. I didn't hear anything so I carried on into the front room.

I slumped down onto the sofa. I felt around for the controller, turned the TV on and started to flick through channels.

Nothing was on. It was just shit, shit and more shit.

The home phone rang. I ran too it hoping to pick it up before it woke up Gee.

It was dad. He said,

"I'm coming home"

He sounded really down and upset.

"Why? What's happened dad"

My tone got really serious, something was up.

He sounded even more depressed now,

"I will explain when I get home"

He hung up and I put the phone down. I was in a bit of shock. What had happened?

Is dad ok? Is gramps ok? Is mum ok?

I sat there. As that was the first time I had thought about my mum since I left. I have to admit I did miss her, a bit.

I heard a thump. It was Gerard coming down the last step of the stairs.

He looked tired. I got up of the arm of the chair.

He could see it in my face, that something was bothering me.

He said,

"What's wrong?"

He looked even more worried than I.

I said,

"I-I don't know. Dad phoned he- he's coming home"

A tear came to my eye.

When I get worried I usually panic and cry.

Gerard pulled me in for a hug. I cried into his shoulder, I sobbed out the words,

"I just don't know Gee, I'm really worried. Dad would never come home early"

I cried and cried he soothed me, stroking my head and shushing me.

He pushed me off and looked at my face. Some of my hair was stuck to my wet cheek. He pulled it off and tucked it behind my ear.

"Every thing is going to be ok"

He said in the most soothing, comforting voice I've ever heard.

A few hours went by.

The sound of a key fitting into a lock filled up the house. The door opened.

It was dad.

I stood up. So did Gerard.

Gramps wasn't there.

Dad said trying to hold in his tears,

"He's dead"

That was it dad was in a flood of tears he dropped his bags and fell to his knees.

Tears fell down my face. But sobs did not come out of my mouth.

I fell to my dads side and pulled him in for a hug. He didn't want it but I refused. He was crying into my shoulder.

I was crying. But trying not to make a sound as I didn't want to make my dad anymore upset that he already was.

Gerard stood there. He didn't know what to do. I saw a tear roll down his cheek.

Him and my gramps were close. He didn't have any grandparents.

He was like Gerard's gramps as well as mine.

They always got on so well. They always played cards.

My gramps favourite thing to do.

Gerard came over and joined in with the hug he started to cry more.

Us three on the floor of our living room crying.

30th October. Gramps died.