I'll Be Your Gerard If You'll Be My Frank

He's My Gerard and I'm His Frank

{Frank's POV}

The stars on Gerard's ceiling shined down at me.

I never got tired of looking at them.

They gave me a sense of security.

I was in Gerard's room.

This was my favourite place on Earth.

It was my safe place, my happy place.

The place I felt at home.

Probably because Gerard was almost always in it.

Maybe any room was safe as long as Gerard was in it.

He brought my happiness along with him.

He was my happiness.

"Frank?" He called over to me.

To be honest, I had forgotten he was there.

I thought he had gone upstairs.

"Yeah?" My eyes didn't leave the ceiling.

He didn't say anything.

That's not how you carry on a conversation, Gerard.

I sat up and looked over to see him standing next to his desk, a cup of coffee in his hands.

He smiled at me.

Why did his smile have to be so amazing?

I was still getting over the first time I had seen it.

"What is it?" I smirked.

"Nothing," He shrugged, "I wanted to talk to you but I couldn't think of anything to say."

I rolled my eyes, "You're stupid."

"I know."

He took a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving my face.

"It's a good thing that I love you, isn't it?" I crossed my legs on the bed.

"I suppose I am pretty lucky," He grinned.

"I'm not going to deny that."

His smile grew a little before he took another gulp of his coffee.

"What time are we going?" I asked.

"Well, the flight's at five so we have a few hours yet," He replied.

I nodded and stretched.

"What time is it now?" My voice came out lower than usual because of the stretch.

"It is," He checked his phone, "Eleven twenty."

He finished off the remains of his coffee and placed the mug on his desk.

Now was my chance for last minute cuddles.

I held out my arms, "Come here."

He looked at me and smirked, "You do know that my Mom is seriously stressing out right now? She kinda needs some help."

"Yeah, but," I lowered my bottom lip, "I want a cuddle."

He shook his head, smiling, before sitting down on the bed next to me.

"You're so needy," He said.

"I know," I pushed him back onto the pillow and pulled his arm around me.

I then wrapped my arms around him and rested my head against his chest.

Neither of us said anything for a minute until he asked, "Are you looking forward to going on holiday?"