Gerard P.O.V

I awaited his arrival at the bar, my hand gripping the neck of a beer bottle. I had to drive home, but the prospect of seeing him again made me grin. The bar was filled to the brim with sketchy-looking folk, all with some longwinded reason for being here in the first place. My reason was solely the fact that I was slightly in love with Frank, it would've been safer to call it a crush. Because I had one of those- and it was a strong one.

The clock ticked by, I drank more and more. I alternated between lukewarm tap water and the best beer that the dingy place could offer. I cracked an ice cube with my teeth, the quiet squeak as the cube broke in half was satisfying. The night grew darker, I watched the door, waiting for him to make an appearance. I wanted to hear him sing, properly. The idea threatened to make me fall in love with him even more- but that was an offer that I couldn't pass up. I smiled again, the thought of being able to love him (and him knowing it) made for a peaceful future. It was a possibility- well, I hoped and prayed to a God that I didn't believe in, that it was. Because I knew that somehow he appreciated me, and I appreciated him. Those few hours last night made me realise that. I'll tell him, I thought to myself, I'll tell him how I really feel.

That confidence vanished as soon as he walked through the door, battered guitar in hand. His hair was messy from the wind that was battering everything that it was coming into contact with outside. It made him look beautiful, more so than usual. I smiled to myself, staring down at my drink, swirling the remaining ice cubes around in the water. I looked up, to accidentally make eye contact with him. I smiled brightly, finally finding my confidence again. He looked down at the floor, smiling himself, clutching his guitar with one hand, the other hand clutching onto a microphone. It was clear to me that the crowd in the room were there for him, as they eagerly turned to face him on the stage. I watched him introduce himself to the crowd, the smile couldn't be wiped from his face- but the smile from mine was instantly.

Three sentences fell from his mouth, three familiar sentences his. My mouth lay ajar, head cocked to the side;

Hair as dark as your own future,
Eyes as bright as your will to live,
If only you could love somebody like me

"Odd." I thought out loud, not loud enough for people to hear me. I could've sworn that I had written those words a night or so ago, and then screwed up the paper and tossed it in the direction of the bin. I also could've sworn that I had written it in that journal I kept at work. I shrugged, deciding on a whim that I would ask him about his lyrics when he had finished performing.

He was well-liked amongst the people in the bar, I could tell. Mostly for his amazing voice, it was beautiful, different. With every word he sang I found myself adoring him more and more. His hair covered his eyes, which was a shame because I wanted to stare into them. The way that they glinted in the light made my stomach feel warm and full of butterflies.
"Thank you." He said, after an hour or so of performing. He had finished, and had left his guitar propped up on the stage. I watched him wander over to the bar, grab a drink, then look around the room. He made eye contact with me.

"Didn't you have work today?" He asked with his head cocked to the side. I nodded with a smile, sipping on my beer. He looked down, grinning, a cute little laugh emanating from his mouth.

"Yeah, but I left because I wanted to get here and watch you perform." I tapped my fingers nervously against the table. He was still looking down, I wanted to look into his eyes.
"Your- uh, your lyrics: Hair as dark as your own futureEyes as bright as your will to live, If only you could love somebody like me, I know them from somewhere." I said, squinting at him. He looked up, pulling a face. I knew that he had taken that little ball of paper from my floor.

"I- I took it from your room the other night. You said you were a writer, but you wouldn't let me read your work. I think it's beautiful- by the way." He said quickly, finding the courage to look at me. I shook my head, admiring his secretive ways.

"Well, you liked it didn't you? It sounds great in your song." I said, trying not to place my hand on top of his. It was a step too far, I knew that. However much I wanted to touch him affectionately, love him unconditionally, be with him forever; I would have to ignore those feelings. It simply wasn't meant to be- due to society's bitterness when it came to the equality and happiness of all. I sighed, looking away from him, a slight depression washing over me.

"What's wrong?" Frank asked with a frown. I had to tell him how I felt.
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Song Of The Chapter- Oceans by Frank Iero And The Patience

A.N
Sorry this chapter is a day late, but I was at my cousins yadda yadda XD also MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!!!!

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