No-One Has To Know (boyxboy) (on hiatus)

Chapter Eight~

A/N: I found a way to write whilst here in Spain! It isn't letting me change to bold or italics, so I'll edit that part when I get back, but all the same, here it is now - Enjoy it, my beautiful readers - and you know the drill, vote, fan, comment, add to your libraries.. It's up to you:) Of course, if you don't have time or don't want to, then don't, but I would appreciate it of you could<3 (Of course, I'll love you even if you don't, just for reading c:)

This chapter's stupidly short, and I am not pleased with how it turned out, so I apologise for that.

~Lauren <3 xo

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Gerard awoke the next morning with Frank's arms around him. Frank was snoring loudly, and Gerard smiled before de-tangling himself from his boyfriend's arms and walking over to the kitchen. The cupboards were empty. Gerard sighed before pulling on his shoes (he had fallen asleep in his clothes last night, again) and quickly walked down to the corner shop.

Picking up several ingredients, Gerard paid the cashier and left.

"Ge-" Frank yawned,"Gerard? What're you-"

"FRANK!" Gerard yelled, running to him. "LOOK! I MADE PANCAKES!" thrusting the plate of burnt pancakes into his boyfriends face, Gerard gave a massive grin.

Frank ate the pancakes, making an effort to smile throughout, despite how terrible they tasted, because Gerard had made them especially. "Mm, Gee, these are delicious!" Frank tried to say, although with his mouth stuffed full of pancakes it came out more like "Mmph, Gee, mmph mmph, delicious!"

"No, Frankie." Gerard scolded. "Close your mouth when you're eating!"

"Or what?" Frank teased, laughing.

"Or I'm gonna have to tickle you!" Gerard screamed dramatically, lunging at Frank, attacking him with tickles. The pancakes were forgotten, the plate lying upturned on the table, and eventually, Frank managed to promise he would shut his mouth when eating, through his uncontrollable laughter.

"Good." Gerard smiled.

They lay on the couch for another hour or so, before the doorbell went.

"Wh-" Frank began, smiling, but stopped upon realising who was at the door. The smile fell from his face, and Frank just stood there as eggs were thrown at both him and his house from each direction.

"F*ck you." He muttered, upset but determined not to give them the satisfaction of showing it.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, you fag?" Wyatt laughed. "Sorry, though, not interested."It hurt Frank, seeing Wyatt and the ten or so jocks laughing and throwing eggs at him, it hurt him that people were so cruel.

"We should take your faggy-ass boyfriend to Anthony.. who knows what they'd get up to.." A jock Frank recognised as Toby Hall.

Toby and a few other people knew about Anthony. He had been arrested under suspicion of rape, although no actual proof was supplied. He had admitted to the crime, despite the lack of evidence, but had sworn vengeance on Frank.

"Nice try, but Anthony's in prison." Frank replied, unfazed.

"I would't be so sure.. I heard he was released a few days back.." Grinned Toby. Meaning you and your p*ssy of a boyfriend are in trouble."

Frank turned and went back into his house, wiping the egg yolk from his hair, face and clothes with a paper towel. The house could be hosed off later.

"What happened?!?" A concerned Gerard ran up to Frank, fussing about him. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Who d-"

"Gerard. Be quiet. I can handle this, I've had worse." Frank replied.

"No, it's not fair, you shouldn't have to put up wi-" Gerard sadly told him.

"Dude. Shut it. I can't be bothered to put up with you right now."

Reluctantly, Gerard didn't question him further, and left to buy more food for the cupboards.

"Oi!" Gerard turned to see Wyatt standing behind him, two people at his side. "Why didn't you let Frank," He spat the name as if Frank were Satan himself,"Die? We'd all have been so much happier. That loser deserved to die. All of you gay freaks do."

Usually, Gerard would have ignored the taunts, but not today. He already wasn't feeling his best from Frank acting as he had earlier, and he had a slight suspicion that Wyatt and his jock posse were the ones who had egged Frank.

"Sticks and stones, bitch." He hissed at Wyatt, a look of pure hatred taking over his normally calm facial features.

"Oh, the loser can stick up for himself? Is that what mommy told you to do, last time you went crying to her? Oh, boo-hoo, f*ggot. Nobody cares. Kill yourself."

"Kill yourself! Kill yourself!" Wyatt and his two followers chanted, high-fiving.

Something in Gerard snapped. He pulled back his fist, and sent it flying towards the face of the man who had tormented him for years. A sickening crunching sound was heard, and blood began trickling out of Wyatt's nose.

"Oh, you've done it now, you f*cking homo.." Wyatt growled, as he and his two followers charged at Gerard. "John? You can have his legs, Alex, you can have his fat-ass belly, and I get his face. I want to see the pain in his eyes."

John darted forwards and grabbed Gerard's legs from under him, and he toppled to the ground. He put one hand on his knee and one on his ankle, and started twisting Gerard's leg around. Gerard gasped, but tried not to let them see how much it hurt.

Alex began kicking him in the stomach, and several times Gerard had to choke back vomit which was threatening to escape his mouth.

And then it was Wyatt's turn. He punched Gerard's face continually, until a last his lip was bleeding, and a black eye was forming. Then he lifted Gerard's head and slammed it to the floor. He felt an excruciating amount of pain, and then everything went black.

Frank began to get worried when Gerard didn't return. He was only supposed to be getting a few things from the corner shop, and it didn't even stock much, so what was taking him so long Frank had no clue.

He began to walk over to the shop.

Gerard wasn't inside, or around the front. Frank walked around to the back of the shop and gagged on the bile rising in his throat. Gerard was lying on the ground, blood pooling around his head.