Heavy

We both lie in my bed, sheets pulled over us. Gerard laid on his side, my head was turned to look at him. We were both smiling like idiots, and I'm chewing at my bottom lip.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks.

His hand moves to trail up my arm, "Not really."

"How was it?"

I bit at my lip, "It was wonderful."

Gerard grins, "Wonderful? I must've put in work."

I can't help but to keep my lip captured between my teeth. I can't even answer him. I'm reduced to grinning and giggling like a moron. 

A true blond.

"I can't even speak." I say to him.

"Wow, I did put in work!" He jokes.

I laugh with him, "Yeah, you did."

Gerard leans over, almost on top of me again, and kisses me. My heart is just fine because everything about it feels natural. Our kiss ends up deeper and deeper until we're ready to practically have sex for the third time. 

Gerard finally pulls away, moving his hand to brush my cheek, "You're the most beautiful girl in the world."

Flattery goes a long way.

"Now what am I suppose to say to that?" I mumble.

"Nothing, babe." He pecked my lips.

"You make me feel good, Gee." I confessed to him.

His hand moves over my neck, "I do? How good?"

I place my hand on his hip, "Real good. I'll never, ever touch a razor to my wrist ever again."

His smile is real big, "I'm more than happy to make you feel good enough for that."

I had to think this over as we're in this close proximity; I didn't want to be hurt. I didn't want him to leave, either. I needed a promise.

"Gerard, can you promise me something?" I speak quietly.

"Yeah, October, anything." He looks concerned.

"Can you promise me that you won't hurt me?"

Gerard furrowed his brows, "I'll never hurt you intentionally, I promise you."

I felt so much better. His words had comforted me, more than he'll ever know. 

I brought my lips up and kiss him.

I can't even put into words how much I feel over the moon. I love being with Gerard. I love having him in my bed. 

I pulled Gerard close to me, wrap my arms around him and fell asleep.


Elsa never found out about what Gerard and I had done. The both of us were dressed and watching a movie when she had come back. The only ones that knew were me and Gerard; it was nice having a secret like this.

He had grabbed his candy, after Elsa went to put away her shopping bags, and sat back with me. He pulled out the ring pop, and turns to me, "Marry me, sweetness."

I look at him, fighting the urge to laugh, "Excuse me?"

"Marry me." He put the candy ring on my finger.

"Oh, yeah, sure." I chuckled.

"Cut me in pieces, Sugar." He put his hand over his heart.

I pecked his lips, "If it were a real ring, I would."

He smiled, "Don't tempt me."

"I'll tempt you all I want." I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.

"Yes you can."

To be honest, back then, if Gerard had said lets go get married, I would have. In a heart beat. He's the only man I had ever imagine marrying.

It didn't matter if anyone did or didn't approve. I just want Gerard. That's it and that's all; only him. He does things that no other guy can do.


For the next couple of weeks, Gerard and I had kept our relationship on a steady pace. We had spent a lot of time together, nothing really changed. Though, we did spend a lot of time at his place.

As the weeks had continued to pass, my parents had phoned Elsa about coming home. I hadn't ever cared that they were coming back, I wanted to be with Gerard. Elsa had been sweet and appreciative of letting me spend the night with him. She hadn't suspected we would have sex, but she had the mind to leave me condoms without confronting me about it. I had grown embarrassed, but quickly got over it after giving them to Gerard.

When I had told him that my parents were coming home, he had given me a raised brow, "Do they know about me yet?" He had asked.

I shrugged, "Elsa may've told them."

"Do you not want me to meet them?" He wondered.

I had tugged at my lip, "I don't know...do you want to meet them?"

Gerard shrugged, "Do you want me to?"

I smiled at him, "Yeah."

"Well, then I do, October."

I gave a slight sigh, "Alright. I'll call Elsa about them coming home."

I wasn't sure if it would be good or bad. But lord knows that after, I wanted to be with Gerard more than I ever thought possible.