Gerard P.O.V

I hated being away from him, even if it would only be for a few moments. I sighed, heading over to the bathroom. I had speckles of dirt up the backs of my legs, and on my face. I stared in the mirror, looking at each little fleck of mud. It probably didn't need a shower, but I needed one to feel fully awake. I threw my clothes on the ground, the warm water welcoming me into its path. I sighed, a happy sigh, as the soothing water washed over me. I spat water out of my mouth, whilst pushing my sopping wet hair out of my face. The water went into my eyes, but somehow it helped to wash away my tired feelings. I scrubbed the dirt off my body, feeling slightly satisfied when every little speck had disappeared. I smiled into the stream of water, my hair saturated with water again.

I stepped out of the warmth, into the cold of the bathroom. My body shivered as I reached for a towel to wrap around my waist. I looked back into the mirror again, struggling to see my features as my fringe was covering my face. I felt like there was more life in my face, more happiness. More colour and more satisfaction. I had my man, and he had me. I smiled, looking away from the mirror, everything about my life reminding me of how happy I was. And how happy I would always be with him.

After drying my body, I towel-dried my hair. It looked messy, and was a little wavy, but that was something that I couldn't fix. It would straighten out in an hour or so, hopefully before Frank came back. I laid down on my bed, damp and still quite naked. My mind couldn't help but wander to the future. Our future. I wanted to be with him forever, I never wanted to be apart from him. We would have a house, we would have a family- I'd be a full-time writer, him a full-time musician. He'd sing to our babies, I'd write them stories. I even imagined Mikey with one of them on his shoulders- but that image immediately disappeared. Mikey, I thought. I needed to talk to him. To make him see that I wasn't diseased, that my sexuality wasn't a disease. I sighed, covering my eyes.

I wanted to show Frank off to my parents, to show them how proud I was of myself, him, and my new-found happiness. I tried to imagine the scene; how everything would pan out. I didn't think that my dad would've been disappointed, with Mikey being the typical boy- cars and football were his passions. My mom would've been proud of me; her always knowing that I was different, and I was able to take control of my life. I smiled, energetic from my happiness. I was growing impatient from being apart from Frank, even if it had been for twenty minutes or so. I sighed, throwing on my suit. I always felt comfortable in a suit, it was regular clothing to me. I wasn't one for showing off my wealth, but I liked to look presentable. I lived for my job, and my job was my personality- as abstract as that sounded. I was and will always be the typical hardworking, quiet businessman that takes everybody's shit.

There was a knock on my door, it made me jump. I almost ran to it, trying to calm myself down. It had already feel like a lifetime since he had been in the same room as me, I opened the door with a bright smile.

"Gerard, I have a problem." Frank said quietly, he looked ghostly-white. I frowned, grabbing his arm, pulling him into the room. He was panicking, I knew that, but it was inside his head. The outside was completely in shock- but at what, I didn't know.

"What's wrong?" I asked, holding his arms, sinking to his level so that I could look him in the eyes. His face was a pale grey- a colour that wasn't well-suited to him. He stared at me blankly, he looked as though he was about to faint.

"My f- my best friend M-Mary. Her waters have broken and she's alone. I-I don't know what to do Gerard. I don't know what to do." He repeated the last sentence over and over again like a broken record. I shushed him, cupping his cheek.

"Where is she? I'll drive you there so that she's not alone. Then we'll call for an ambulance, okay?" I said calmly, he nodded lucidly. I kissed his forehead, holding my coat out to him. He stared at it, I tutted, draping it over his shoulders. I guided him out of my motel room, closing and locking the door behind us. He was still slightly shocked, and looked a little green as we got nearer to my car. Looking at his reflection in the body of the car I knew that he wasn't coping very well. "It's okay Frankie, we'll get there. Don't worry." I said, as I got into the driver's seat. He looked down at his shoes, looking slightly frozen. I clicked my fingers, his head snapped in my direction.

"She's at her house. I-I'm scared Gerard. I don't want her dad to be anywhere near her." He said, his bottom lip trembling.

"It's okay Frankie. Calm down, stay strong for her, okay? Just tell me where I need to go and I'll get us there as quickly as I can." I said calmly, he nodded his head quickly, wiping a tear out of his eye. I hadn't seen him cry before, and I didn't like it. He didn't suit being sad; it quite honestly made me sad.

"Head downtown." He began, putting his seatbelt on. I threw the car into drive, speeding out of the motel parking lot.
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