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 19! Okay, so in advance. This is two years later. I know we haven't included any therapy, but right now, just the subject of it is kind of a senstive subject for me. So...please forgive that? So to fill in the gap, assume that Liam talked to Brian/snapped out of it. Whichever you want to believe. Sorrrrrryyyy.
P.S (For anyone reading Shakin' Hands) I'm going to be doing some writing tonight (probably) so hopefully number 3 will be up over the weekend =D
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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 Chapter 15c Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18Part1 Chapter 18Part2


 

Chapter 19 - Run To The Hills

Liam's P.O.V

2 years later

 "Well, this is my house. And this is my room."

 "This is the living room." My first girlfriend. I feel so grown up. I may only be 13 but I can rock it like any older man.

 "Yeah, it's a one-bedroom apartment; I sleep in the living room."

 "Didn't your parents ever think about getting a bigger apartment?"

 "Yeah, they contemplated it, but then my dad got a Lexus instead. I was unexpected."

 "So instead of accomodating a kid, he bought a car? What did your mum think of that?" Oh shit. I haven't got around to telling her that my parents are gay yet. It's been 3 hours and it just hasn't come up in conversation.

 "Urm, no comment. Both my parents are pretty laid back." Lies. I'm such a liar. They'd freak if they knew I had a girl here. I grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto the sofa. I've never done this before so I did what they do in the movies. I leant in and I was inches away from her face...

 "Who is she?" Fuck! I froze and turned my head in slow motion. Also like they do in the movies. Busted!

 "Hey dad. This is Leah."

 "Why is she here?" I must not get the answer to this question wrong. Not if I like my freedom.

 "I don't really wanna tell you to be honest." I'm so screwed.

 "Who said you could have a girl over? Or a girlfriend at all?" Really, really screwed.

 "Fra-."

 "Don't even say Frank. He won't take the flack for you this time." I caught a funny look from Leah in the corner of my eye. She must be thinking who Frank is. Damn it.

 "But, but, how old were you when you had your first girlfriend?"

 "16. You have three whole years my friend." Damn my father for being antisocial.

 "First boyfriend?" Another funny look. If she didn't know my dad was gay, she does now.

 "18."

 "Damn it! This is such bull! Frank, what about you?" Considering he's just walked through the door. He gets easily confused when he hasn't got his bearings. When he stared at me, it was obvious he was going to be no help at all.

 "Don't look at me dude. No girlfriends and my first boyfriend was when I was 20." I was right - no help at all.

 "Damn it, you're both frigid!" 

 "LIAM!" Oh shit, when they shout in unison like that, it's never a good sign.

 "What? Leah, where are you going?" Well, I think we can chalk my first relationship as being a disaster. She suddenly spun around and stared at me.

 "Why didn't you tell me your parents were gay?" Well that's a random question.

 "What are you, a homophobe? Why does it matter?" Maybe it's a good thing I get out og this relationship early.

 "It just does okay?"

 "You're such a bitch." She walked away, not even looking back. Then the dreaded call came from the open door.

 "Liam Aiden Iero, get your butt back in here, now!"

  I ran.

20 minutes later

 "Brian! Brian let me in damn it!" Let me in before I change my mind.

 "Jesus Christ Liam okay!"

 "You're only wearing a towel. I've interrupted something haven't I?"

 "Yes, you have damn you. What do you want?"

 "A tattoo."

 "You got me out of sex play for that? Come on dude!"

 "You've got nothing to say about how I'm a 13 year old boy who wants a tattoo?"

 "Oh yeah, it's not happening." I gave him the puppy eyes. "Liam, seriously. Where are you gonna get a tattoo underage?"

 "Brian. You live with a tattoo artist. Do the math. Why else would I be here?" At this point, Jimmy came walking out also only wearing a towel. 

 "I heard someone wanted a tattoo." 

 "Yeah, I do."

 "Get in here then."

 "Jimmy!" Brian shouted. "He's 13, you're not tattooing him!" 

 "Shut up Brian. Where should I go?"

 "Living room. I guess I need my pants."

10 minutes later

  Fuck this hurts. Why did I have to choose behind my ear? It's like the worst place, not that Jimmy told me that or anything. Until after he started it. And Brian's just sat there, watching me squirm, that annoying little smirk on his face. No one said rebellion was so painful.

 "And you're done. Take a look in the mirror and tell me if it's worth it."

 "Oh dude, that's awesome." At this point, Brian chipped in. "Why a one anyway?"

 "Same reason you got a one on your thumb."

 "Your parents are gonna flip when they find out." Yeah, they really are. Damn, I didn't think this through. But, Frank can't be a hypocrite, 'cause he got some done underage.

 "That's precisely why you're not gonna tell them. Right?"

 "Hmm."

 "I'm going to be positive and take that as a yes."