Title: Give 'Em Hell Kid - Sequel to My Way Home Is Through You!!
Rating: NC-17 overall.
P.O.V: Liam's
Disclaimer: Not real. I have them locked up in my closet. Of course I do. Not!
Dedications: Rachael for writing this with me. Melody because she's my wifey.
Summary: Frank and Gerard are happily married, or, they were until Gerard turned up on the doorstep with a baby. Will they cope, or will their marriage suffer? This is the story of how they cope.
Author's Notes: Hey! Here's chapter 15c. Right, so. This is the last of these made up stories. And we've just finished writing 16 which is majorly long and is in need of being typed up. I won't post that for a while, but I think most of you will be happy
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15a Chapter 15b

15c
Liam's P.O.V
 
 "You look happy today Zacky." Kind of freakily happy.
 
 "That's because I am. I." Pause. "Have a boyfriend." He did a strange little squeak noise at the end of that sentence. I worry about him.
 
 "So, what's he like?"
 
 "Oh Liam. He's perfect. Play me stairway to heaven." Oh great, I hate playing this song.
 
 "How did you meet? And what's his name?"
 
 "Don't forget to bend your strings when you come out of the middle eight. And his name's Brian Haner Jnr, and we met in a coffee shop." A coffee shop? My dad and Frank has their first date in a coffee shop.
 
 "What's he look like?"
 
 "Well, he's really tall - taller than me.  He's got black spiky hair, chocolate brown eyes and his face looks like one those Roman marble statues. And he has the most amazing...Liam, that is not the chord progression we use when we come out of the chorus." I always get that wrong!
 
 "I know, it's DCD, not DDC. And the most amazing what?" He looked momentarily confused.
 
 "Oh! Tattoos." Oh wow, I love tattoos.
 
 "What does he do?"
 
 "He's a studio musician. Okay, play Whiskey In The Jar." Oh my God. How many times and I gonna play this song?
 
 "A studio musician who plays what?"
 
 "Guitar and piano mostly. He's jazz trained. Liam, you always mess that fingering up!" Well, I'm not perfect. He's moving my fingers again. It's moved past creepy; now it's just annoying.
 
 "Okay, I got it. What's your favourite thing about him?"
 
 "His face when he's just about to org-anyway, I need the loo. Play Sweet Child O'mine and I'll be back." Well that was awkward. He was getting worked up over this guy. I may be only 10, but I can tell. I live with two gay parents for God's sake - I can tell. I think I'm just gonna leave...