~Yet another time skip to Friday afternoon~
((TW: Cliche, but needed. Self harm. this might get emotional, get some fuckin popcorn))
I unlock my front door, and Frank runs to the couch right away. "Man, ever since Monday we've been through all 7 classes. What propaganda bullshit is this?" I crash down next to him. "Not to mention Gerard only got into ONE fight this week.. so boring." He turns on Netflix.
Gerard sits next to me, and he has a sad look on his face, but a small smile. Didn't know that was... possible.
"You look sad. Whats wrong?" I ask, in the tone you speak to a dog. "I'm just tired, I guess." He doesn't change his expression. "Take a nap then, dumbass." Frank chimes in. (Don't make a panic reference, I see you running to the comments..) "Thanks Frank, gonna go do that." He stands up, and walks upstairs. "Okay, that was weird. He wasn't his usual sass queen self." I look back at Frank. "Go check on him in 10 minutes, make sure he's not like.. killing himself." He sounds like he's joking, but he has a point. I did leave him an emotional wreck when I got with Mikey.
10 Minutes pass, and I only know that because I set a timer on my watch.
~BEEP, BEEP~
I click the button to shut it up, and step up the stairs. Slowly, with each creak of my step, I feel more worried as to what he's doing.
I knock on his door, and no response. "Gerard?" I knock again, and to my avail.. nothing. "Gerard, i'm coming in." I slowly open the door, and he yells "Don't!"
Too late.
He's in the corner of the room, hugging his knees to his chest, with something behind his back. "Hey Gerard.. what're you doing?" I slowly walk towards him, and sit down next to him. "n-nothing." He has a startled tone to his voice. "Let. Me. See." I reach for his arm, and he quickly retracts it. "I think I know what you're doing, Gerard." I point to the blade that he dropped on the ground, and he quickly picks it up and sets it on his dresser. I reach for his sleeve, and he doesn't hesitate.
Slowly rolling his sleeve up, I see the signs of an emotionally injured person.
"I-I'm sorry, y/n."
"Im so sorry." A tear drops down, and he cries into my chest.
"Why apologize to me? I know exactly what you're going through." I roll my sleeve up, and reveal 10 years of emotional, and physical abuse. "Just another thing we have in common, i guess." He smirks a bit, but the atmosphere stays sad.
...
"Did I ever tell you why I moved from Washington to Jersey?" I lean back against the wall, but turn my head to him. He shakes his head no.
"Well, my mom divorced my dad after 13 years, but 10 years of abuse. The particular accident that set her over the line was when he smashed a glass beer bottle over my head in hopes of murdering me." I laugh a little and show him the scar, mostly at the memory of him saying he'd never hurt me for the world. That was a fucking lie.
Gerard had a stunned look on his face, and brushes the scar with his thumb. It didn't hurt, since it had been like.. 3 months? Who knows. "Well, i'm glad it didn't work." We both give a forced small laugh, and he kisses my forehead. "Thank you, y/n."
"For what?" I keep my voice close to silent.
"For.. this. For saving me."
"Hey, without you here i'd be a lonely bastard."
Wait, saving him? Was he going to.. OH MY GOD- I'm not ruining the moment by asking him about it.
We sit there for what feels like hours, when I feel myself fall asleep in his arms.
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FRANKS POV
What the hell are they doing up there? I haven't heard from y/n or Gerard in like, 30 minutes.
I reach his door, and slowly open it, not stepping inside. I see that they're in the corner, and both asleep. Y/N is in his arms. How fucking adorable!!!
"Ray! Ray!" I whisper-shout to him, and he's across the hall. "What?"
"Come look at these motherfuckers!" I motion for him to come look.
"Okay, we should probably move them onto the bed, definitely more comfortable." He slowly tip toes in, and I follow.
Gently picking y/n up and placing her on the bed, Ray sets Gerard right next to her. We quickly run out and back downstairs.
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~Next Morning~
Y/N's POV
When I wake up, my body aches of frustration. I remember falling asleep around 5PM last night, and I check my watch to see its 6AM. 13 hours? Damn. Wait, didn't we fall asleep in the corner? How the hell-
Oh, Frank and Ray. Goooooot it.
I sigh, and get up to change into clothes for today. I'm just stealing his skinny jeans and a hoodie.
I quickly throw on the hoodie, with the Black Sabbath logo on it. No surprise, it is Gerard after all.
As i'm buttoning my- HIS skinny jeans, I see a paper with lyrics. Okay, a sneak peak wouldn't hurt, right?
'And if you stay, I would even wait all night
Or until my heart explodes'
How long?
'Til we find our way in the dark and out of harm
You can run away with me anytime you want
Wait, is this about me?
"Is that my hoodie?" A sleepy Gerard says, slowly sitting up. "Uh, yeah." I try to hide the fact that I have the lyrics in my hand. I quickly put it back on the vanity, but he notices. He walks up, and picks up the paper, opening it. "I see you found my lyrics?" He skims the paper. "Yes, yes i did."
"What are they about?" When I ask that, he quietly sets the paper down. "You." He keeps his eyes on the paper. "You, they're about you y/n. You've helped me through so much, and I needed a way to express both my creativity, my gratefulness, and my love for you." He turns to me, and has a small smile on his face. "Do you have any more songs?"
He gets out a notebook, and sits down on the edge of his bed, and I follow.
Flipping through it, I stop when I see something that caught my eye.
Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you'd change from just one bite
I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight
I swept it under the rug, and continued to look through it.
So hold on tight and don't look back
We don't care about the message or the rules they make
I'll find you when the sun goes black
It was the roar of the crowd
That gave me heartache to sing
It was a lie when they smiled
And said, you won't feel a thing
If I could be with you tonight
I would sing you to sleep
Never let them take the light behind your eyes
One day I'll lose this fight
As we fade in the dark
Just remember you will always burn as bright
I will not kiss you
'Cause the hardest part of this
Is leaving you
Well after all, we'll lie another day
And through it all, we'll find some other way
To carry on through cartilage and fluid
And did you come to stare or wash away the blood?
I shut the notebook, and set it on his lap. "Are these all about me?"
"Yes, they are. Y/N you have no fucking idea how much you mean to me, I know, I know I was a dick before, and you don't need to forgive me for that, but just know you mean the world to me." I feel tears swell in my eyes at his words. I quickly pull him into one of the most heartfelt, tight hugs of my life.
"I love you." I whisper, and a tear falls down my cheek.