My Frank

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{Gerard's POV}

I stroked Frank's hair and pulled him closer to me.

I wasn't sure if he was asleep or not.

All I knew was that he needed a cuddle.

I mean, geez, I definitely needed one.

He had been seeing that therapist for almost three weeks now.

I wasn't sure if it was helping.

He didn't really tell me anything.

I hoped it was.

I kissed the top of Frank's head.

Quietly, I started humming.

I wasn't sure what I was humming but I continued anyway.

It was relaxing me and hopefully it was relaxing him too if he was awake.

"I love you," He suddenly said.

I stopped humming and smiled, "I love you, too."

It was still weird when he said it.

Why would someone as wonderful as him love someone like me?

We were both silent.

I was trying to think of something to say when he caught my attention again.

"Gerard?"

"Mmm?"

"Could you sing for me?"

I smirked, "Sing? Sing what?"

Never in my life had I sang in front of him before.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed singing.

I just wasn't very good.

And it wasn't exactly something that had come up before.

"Anything," He whispered.

I thought for a second.

I liked a lot of music and so did Frank.

What song to go with...

In the end, I went with Asleep by The Smiths.

I liked The Smiths and I knew Frank did too.

Plus, the song was relaxing and I could kind of sing it okay.

"Sing me to sleep... Sing me to sleep... I'm tired and I... I want to go to bed..." I sang softly.

He shifted a little so his head was resting on my chest.

I wrapped my arms around him more.

"Sing me to sleep... Sing me to sleep... And then leave me alone... Don't try to wake me in the morning 'cause I will be gone... Don't feel bad for me... I want you to know..."

I stopped then and hummed the rest of the verse instead.

I didn't really like singing a cappella style.

"You're a really good singer," He yawned.

I laughed quietly, "Not really."

"Yeah, you are," He moved slightly so he could look up at me, "Don't deny it. Keep in mind that I'm pretty good at winning arguments."

"That's true," I nodded.

"Yeah so shut up."

I smirked and kissed him on the forehead.

He sat up a little more and leant up.

I understood what he was trying to do so I pressed my lips onto his.

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