A favour...?

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A favour...?

Could you guys maybe read my fanfic, and tell me what to do next? Stuck for ideas. I would really appreaceate it killjoys. (can't spell) Here's the last entry, and if you like it you'll have to read the others cuz this probably won't make sense. Thanks dudes!

Franks pov
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I arrived back in my apartment in a bit of a rush. I was a bit sick of being asked if I had wet my pants. Seriously, can't people tell the difference between coffee stains and piss? I would have thought it was kinda obvious.
Laura was in the kitchen, making a mug of coffee. Ugh. Bit sick of coffee. But then she turned around, and I noticed her eyes were welling up. She went and sat on the couch. I slowly edged my way over.
"Whats up?" I asked. She sighed.
" You went to the hospital, and didn't even call to say? What the hell Frank, I've been going out of my mind!" Her voice got louder as that sentence went on. I can't believe I forgot to call her!
"I just get a phone call from Gerard saying, 'Laura why aren't you at the hospital?' and I say 'what for?' only to find out you've been rushed there! I've been going crazy!"
She couldn't hold it in any longer, her eyes spilled. I didn't know what to say, but I managed to stutter,
"Laura... I, I.... I dunno... I had a lot on my mind..."
"Oh stop making excuses Frank, you always have a lot on your mind. Except me." She choked a sob, and wiped her eyes.
That was when I realised her suitcase in the corner. I was stunned.
"Are you going somewhere?" I asked.
"Yeah," she paused. "Frank, I need to be on my own..." She took a deep breath, "We're not working out." I blinked, processing that.
"What?"
"I'm leaving Frank. I'm gonna live with my parents for a while. You seem to be... prioritised with other things right now." My mind went blank.
"What?" I repeated. She sighed, a tear edging down her face. She went and got her suitcase, fixing her eyes and getting her gloves and coat from the table. Just before she opened the door she turned and trying to hold her head high, said,
"I don't love you.... like I did yesterday." Then with a choke, and a whip of her hair, she was gone.
I sat for about an hour, before saying to the closed door,
"I'd never make you try and stay."
How dramatic.
That was when I went to my pad on the dining room table. I scawled down lyrics, before picking up my phone and putting it on speed dial. A comforting voice answered,
"Hey Frank. Its a bit late to be calling me, but whats up?"
"I've got a new song for the album. I've wrote the lyrics." Even on the phone, I could almost hear him grining.
"Whats it called?"
"I Don't Love You". He paused.
"God, Frank thats a bit harsh, what did I do?" he laughed. I laughed back sarcastically.
"Oh, ha ha... very funny...."
"Okay, well I look forward to hearing it." I hung up.
Then to pass time, I trashed my apartment, then continued reading Harry Potter.