How he loved you.

So reclusive, afraid of rejection and broken by the world. You really didn't trust anyone. Not to touch you, not to stay by your side. No one got the privilege of so much as grazing your skin before you would flinch and retract.

Yet, you were a Rockstar. Seemingly untouchable by humanity.

Gerard had fallen hard for the Pianist of My Chemical Romance. It was during the bands stay at the Haunted Paramour Mansion that he realized this, as he leaned against the doorway, watching your hands fly across the ancient ivory keys with a skilled precision he couldn't understand. But it wasn't your music that made him fall in love. No, it was simply you. The way you composed yourself like no one could scathe you, never speaking a word of your life before joining the band. He knew bits and peices, that you had been trained to become a strapsist for a circus in Italy, but as for why you allowed Frank to coarse you to join was something that had eluded him. Sometimes he would silently watch you practice your old tricks, the way you hid tones muscles beneath baggy clothes of a Rockstar. He could watch you for hours, if he was being honest with himself.

He would catch your eyes lingering on him on stage, and soon enough, the fans caught on. Rumors speculated, and you dropped your eyes under the cover of light to silence them.

Oh, how he wanted to be closer. It wasn't a feeling of lust, no, lust didn't push him to draw you endless times in his sketchbook well into the night.

One night, during the Project Revolution Tour, he decided to attempt to start something between you two. Gerard made his way into your hotel room, closing the door behind him, having used a spare key that Frank had given him in the move of a wingman.

"Hey you. You up for a smoke? I got a new pack of Marlboros, you might like them." He hummed, opening the window of the hotel room. Even if you weren't going to smoke, he was still going to try and get you to hang out with him. "And... maybe we could do something. Watch a movie, draw, something like that. I know your insomnia has been kicking you lately, and to be honest, mine has too." He sighed, praying he wasn't being awkward.