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

Cold Coffee

{Gerard's POV}

I took a sip of lukewarm coffee and watched him sleeping from across the room.

Sighing, I sat at the end of the bed.

Frank was in a deep sleep; cuddling the duvet with his knees brought up to his chest.

It was moments like these that I remembered how much I loved him.

I ran a hand through my hair and looked down at the mug of coffee in my hand.

What was I going to do?

Frank was telling me nothing.

I knew something was going on.

That morning, when he hadn't answered his phone, I was done.

I had to see what was going on.

And if that meant breaking into his house... Then so be it.

I'm still surprised I managed to get that door open.

A month ago, I wouldn't have been able to do that.

I guess there was an upside to being a decent weight and eating properly.

Although, nothing could have prepared me for what I found.

Frank sobbing on the floor.

I almost cried when I saw him.

I knew mental breakdowns all too well.

Seeing someone you love in pain like that kills you inside.

Literally.

It felt like my whole world had just collapsed in front of me.

Frank was the only person keeping me alive and without him...

I don't even want to think about it.

When I found him, I had no idea what to do.

I had never been this side of the situation before.

Lord knows how my Mom had put up with me through mine.

All I knew was that I had to get him out of that house.

So I brought him to mine and here we were.

He was mentally drained so I put him to bed.

He fell asleep more or less straight away.

I told my Mom what had happened before she left for work.

She told me to keep an eye on him but don't push for questions if he doesn't want to answer them.

I wanted to know what had triggered the breakdown but I didn't want to push him away.

That would make things even worse.

"Gerard?"

I looked up.

Frank was sitting up, cradling a pillow.

"Hey," I tried my best to smile.

He looked down at the bed.

"What happened...?"

I got up and placed my mug on my desk.

"You had a breakdown."

I leant against the desk and watched him.

"Oh..."

I nodded, "Yeah."

He didn't say anything else so I spoke instead, "Frank... What's going on?"

His eyes didn't leave the bed.