(NGL, this is loosely based on a dream I had)

You’d been split up from Gerard for about a year now, and the two of you decided a breakup was best because he was becoming a raging alcoholic. However, since then, he’s gotten sober.

It's a Saturday night and you’ve decided to throw a party, so you clean up your apartment and order some pizzas.

People start getting there around nine-ish and a couple of drinks later, you remember something you need to grab from your bedroom. You have a unique apartment, your bedroom is upstairs. Your apartment doesn't have an upstairs but you do have to go up a staircase to get to it. So you open the door to the staircase and head into your room.

Your breath hitches when you see Gerard in your room. Why is he here?!

Gerard notices you and bites his lip, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh… hey {{user}}...” he mumbled. “I… I’m sorry I was just- I was looking for a bathroom that didn't have people throwing up in it.” he added with a chuckle.