Your pov

I stood alone with my back against the lockers, waiting on my friend to find me. My fellow peers walked through the halls, chatting away. He's late... where is he? I hope he didn't get into another fight...

The halls now became empty with just a few students walking every now and then. I was becoming increasingly worried as the clock over head ticked the seconds away. That's it! I'm looking for him!

Agitated, I stood up, and began walking down the hall towards his last class. I gazed through the open door. The lights were off, keeping the room empty of any teacher or student. With a quiet sigh, I kept walking. Now, I was at the end of the hallway. He's either upstairs... or outside...

Then, I heard it. Sounds of yelling, painful wails, and fists against skin. Please don't be him... please don't be him...

Slowly, I stepped towards the door, then gazed through the window. Before my eyes met him, I knew deep down inside he was going to be there. His black hair fell over his face as he sent a punch to another boy's face. Damnit... why must he do this?

I opened the door, and stepped onto the concrete floor. He hadn't noticed as he was further away on a patch of grass.

"Gerard?" I spoke. He gazed up, looking like a deer in headlights.

"Y/n! I... I thought you had French club."

"It got cancelled..."

"Oh, I-" He then got hit in the face by the boy, "Ow, what the fuck? I'm talking!"

"I don't care." He said. Gerard shoved him to the ground, punching him all over. I held my fingers over my eyes. My eyes shut tight as the sounds of Gerard's fists against the boy's skin played loud. I hate this... why does he do this!? This is awful! Gerard...

"Y/n... Y/n..." I heard Gerard speak, then, he removed my hands, "It's okay..." But my hands went back to my mouth as I saw his beaten up face.

"Oh my god..." Was all I said. He had a cut on his forehead, another one on his lip, while his nose bled and his cheeks were a painful shade of red. He's usually so cute... but now... oh poor Gerard...

"What? I'm fine. C'mon, let's go." He began walking.

"Gerard, you're limping."

"I'll be fine!" He reassured, turning back to me, "C'mon..." I sighed, but did as told, taking a look at him. Even his knuckles held cuts across the skin.

"Geez..." I muttered. He hummed, "You're a mess."

"Yeah, I know. But I threw a good punch."

"Wanna come over? I can help clean you up."

"Even if I said no, you'd still force me to, so, yeah sure."

"I just wanna help! Your face is completely beaten! What if he broke something!? Or, something worse!?" He chuckled.

"You worry too much. I'm fine! I promise."

"How can you be fine!? You're limping Gerard!"

"Well, I am fine. I mean, I'm alive aren't I?" My eyes went wide.

"You could've died!? Gerard! I can't believe you! What if you had died!?"

"Y/n..."

"Gerard, I can't imagine what it'd be like..."

"Sweetheart..."

"I mean, what if-"

"Y/n! I'm fine. Please, you worry way too much," We now stood on my front porch, "I promise..." He smiled.

"Alright," I began, unlocking the door, "But that doesn't mean I'm gonna quit worrying about you." He followed me inside and to the bathroom. I set my bag down beside the door, he did the same.

"That's fine, just, worry less, please. You're gonna hurt yourself worrying all the damn time." He sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I went through the cabinets and drawers, looking for first-aid items.

"How can I not worry all the time?" I asked, setting things on the counter, "You're always getting in fights," I put some peroxide on a cotton ball, "Getting your face beaten in and all. This might hurt a bit." My fingers gently held his face as I pressed the cotton ball onto his cuts. He winced just slightly.

"You'd think I'd get used to this after the dozenth time."

"And, after the dozenth time of telling you not to, you'd quit fighting every day, yet, here we are!" I cried, putting bandages over his face cuts. He rolled his eyes.

"Why do you even care?" He asked as I held up one of his hands. My fingers hovered over his bloody knuckles, not touching them. Immediately, he winced.

"That's why. You're hurt! I don't like seeing you this way. Makes me sad. Gerard, I care about you." I spoke, keeping my focus on his knuckles, quietly wrapping them with bandages.

"Gee," I began again, now working on his other hand, "I know you won't listen to me. I know you're gonna keep fighting, but, please, be careful, for me." I gazed up at him, catching him staring at me. He just kept staring.

"Alright..." Was all he said. I sighed, then kissed the hand in mine, his other hand, his forehead cut, and his nose. I'm not kissing his lips... we're not dating... not anymore... friends...

"I care about you..." I said, he smiled.

"Y'know, I have a cut on my lip too," I rolled my eyes, walking out of the room. He stood up, about to follow me, "C'mon, I-" But then I walked back in and pressed my lips to his for only a second. Damn him and his cuteness!

"That what ya wanted?" I asked. He smirked.

"Uhuh..." He spoke, "Maybe I could get another one...?" I giggled, "What? I'm injured don't I deserve an extra kiss?"

"Fine..." I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed my lips back against his. This time, the kiss lasted longer, becoming more intimate than the last one. I pulled away, he kept his eyes on me. Shit... here we go again... every damn time...

"I dunno about you," He began, "But I'm thinkin', you, me, make out in the bedroom?" Don't do it... you promised yourself you wouldn't... but how can I not? He's adorable...

"Okay..." I said. I'm so pathetic...

"Cool..."

He took my hand as we went into my room. I sat on the bed while he closed the door. Almost immediately, he brought his lips to mine, pushing me down onto the bed. My fingers went through his hair while his just held me close. He feels so nice...

"I promised myself I wouldn't do this again..." I spoke between breaths.

"Yet, here we are!" He chuckled, then went back to kissing me, "You're really pretty..." He murmured.

"You are too..." After about an hour of going back and forth, we found ourselves cuddled together, happily. He kissed the side of my head, holding me close to his chest.

"Babe?" He asked. I hummed, "Y'know, I was kinda thinkin' about, our on and off sorta thing. I dunno, I was just, wondering if you'd be cool with us being like, a thing."

"We're already a thing..."

"No, I mean, instead of being on and off all the time, we could, just, be together all the time," I kept quiet, "Like, I could be your boyfriend. I just, wanna be able to tell you I love you everyday..." I wouldn't mind...

"You love me?" I asked.

"Yeah..." He nervously spoke, "I love you a lot..."

"I love you too, and I'd love you more if you became my boyfriend." He smiled and kissed my face up and down. I giggled. Gerard my love... my sweet thing... my one and only... boyfriend...

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Hi guyssss it's been awhile since I did a Gerard one shot damn. Usually I'm doing a ton of Gerard ones. Not lately ig. Someone requested a Tre Cool one shot so, keep an eye out for that if you're interested. Have a sweet day~peace out cheesebags