Roger's P.O.V.

"Please, Fred. You can't tell anybody, especially not Roger!" Deaky begged the singer.

Well fuck. You really can hear everything in this house. Besides the fact I had been trying to find Deaky, heard him talking to Fred and heard my name, started listening in and now I know John's darkest secret, one that he doesn't want me to find out. Really should've kept your voice down Deaks.

And double fuck. Fred knew me too well to know what I had been doing last night. How could I face either of them now?

I plodded, disheartened, back into my bedroom. I just stood there, staring around the place.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel as outraged about Deaky going out with a man before as I thought I would be. He didn't know I was listening in, so wouldn't have lied, not to Fred. He did say it was years ago. Only a couple of dates. Still, I think the only thing about this situation was the fact that I was more of the adolescent now. The more innocent and uneducated about being with a man. Which just made me feel even more nervous about dating him.

What if he thought I was pathetic?

After him jumping out at me last night and seeing him in all the glory of just his boxers it rekindled the massive admiration and burn inside of me to make him mine once and for all. I had given myself a pep talk using Fred's advice and had psyched myself up for finally asking him out on a date today.

But now I wasn't so sure.

But either way, by the sounds of things, he still really liked me, so that's a bonus.

"Rog? Can you give me a hand with this amp? I want to put it in my room but I can't lift it on my own." Bri suddenly popped his head round my door to ask me the favour.

"Oh! Yeah, sure..." I scuttled after him and down the stairs, noticing Brian was already dressed.

"How long have you been up?" I asked.

"A couple of hours." He chuckled, "I couldn't really sleep and then when I did, I woke up really early, so just thought bugger it, and got up." He shrugged.

He grabbed one end of the amp and I lifted the other.

I started to take the stairs back up one at a time as I was going backwards, somehow we still managed to have a conversation whilst we did this.

"Yeah I had a shit night too." I smiled, "Are you still going to be working that other job in the evenings Bri?"

"Maybe for a couple more weeks, then I think I might be able to afford to quit. Spend more time with you guys if that is at all possible." He winked.

Freddie would love that, I thought.

"That would be great!"

We finally climbed the stairs and almost made it to Brian's room before we heard a sarcastic voice.

"Oh look at these strong boys! Let me admire whilst you two are at work." Freddie pouted and slanted his dark eyes, leaning against the door frame and watched us, making both me and Brian laugh and weakening our hold on the amp.

"Shut up you fucker!" Bri called as he struggled with the grip of the amp.

Thankfully we had managed to put it on the floor in Brian's room before we dropped it and it broke.

"Marvellous job, boys." Fred joked as he walked past Brian's room and down the stairs.

I began to walk out of his room before he grabbed my arm and span me around, Brian usually doesn't get all up in our private and personal business but seeing as though we're living with each other now I guess our private and personal business was all our business.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Is there...something going off...between, you and John?" He asked.

I was taken aback, I would have never expected a question like this from him. To my knowledge Bri didn't even know yet that John was gay...but I didn't see any point in lying to him. He was going to find out sooner or later.

"Umm n-no...not yet." I smiled shyly.

"Not yet?" He questioned, his head cocked to the side and a smile of interest persistent on his lips.

"I...like him. He likes me. I think...maybe...we might end up umm...dating." I shrugged, trying to act cool.

"Shut the fuck up!" He hissed, his eyes lighting up and he stepped closer. "I fucking knew there was something going on!" He was grinning like a child now.

I loved how happy Brian was for people all the time, sometimes I think one of us could murder something and he'd still be happy for us. But then again maybe that's taking things a bit too far. He was a vegetarian.

"Did Fred tell you?" I asked curiously.

He shook his head, his curls moving all over the place, "No. You're just making it really bloody obvious. You're so awkward to each other but like...I don't know...in a cute way. Like bloody school kids." He giggled.

I could feel my cheeks reddening and I tried to hide my face.

"Now don't get all embarrassed on me, Rog! Have you asked him out yet, is it official?" He asked, shoving the amp to the place he wanted it.

I groaned, "No...and no. I was maybe...thinking about umm, asking him on a date or something today but I'm not so sure." I was burning up.

"Oh do it! It'll be lovely! Take him to that sweet little Italian place in town. That would be so romantic." He gushed.

I raised an eyebrow, Brian was getting into this, I knew he really got involved in the relationships he's had in the past...he was a massive softy! But it was a nice idea, "Yeah. Yes, I'll ask him to go there!" I nodded in appreciation.

"Tonight?" He winked.

"Oh. Umm I don't know about that, I-!"

"Oh come on Roger. You know you want to. Just ask him out tonight and get it over with. The first date is always the worst. You'll feel on top of the world when you've done it."

It really did sound like he was speaking from experience. He probably was, Brian was never short on dates, honestly. Always popping out to meet someone or take them out for dinner. They never turned into anything serious though.

I was very thankful of Brian's little encouragement speech and he had drilled in a hell of a lot more confidence into me, I wanted to ask Deaky out now. On a date. Tonight.

I nodded at him and flung my arms around him in a quick hug, "Thanks, Bri." I said sincerely.

He nodded at me, grinning, "Go get him, Tiger. Oh, Rog? I won't tell John I know about him being gay until he feels it's right to tell me." He smiled.

"Thanks Bri. You're a legend." I smiled back skipping out of his room.

"I know!" He called back.

There was nothing stopping me now, I had the strongest urge to find John and ask him out. I wished I'd felt this amount of confidence weeks ago.

I ran down the stairs and entered the living room where I slowed to halt and my heart sank a little. I don't know why, not that what I saw meant anything.

Fred and Deaky were sat together on the sofa, just watching the news on the telly, John was sat awfully closely to Freddie, their legs touching. Fred's arm was laid on the back of the sofa, as if it was around John.

"You two look cosy." I spat almost venomously as the two of them turned their heads towards me, John instantly shifted a little further away from Freddie. Like that doesn't make it look any more suspicious.

I sighed angrily, all that desire and excitement I had about asking John out on a date had disappeared and now I was just left feeling really narked off and like I didn't want to ask him at all.

I sighed angrily and loudly, hoping they would hear and figure I was mad, I stomped into the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal and milk and began to eat it, not that I really wanted it.

The kitchen was joined on to the living room so as I leaned against the breakfast bar the back of the sofa and their heads close together was all I could see. Enough to make me loose my appetite.

"Make me a cuppa while you're in their Rog!" John suddenly called which just heightened my irritancy levels until I walked off muttering, "Make one your bloody self."

I was seeing red and I didn't want to. I knew there was nothing going off between those two. I was just...just...

"Roger?!" I rolled my eyes at the outraged and slightly hurt voice that had called me when I was about halfway up the stairs.

I turned, not bothering to be smiley or even approachable...it didn't deter him.
He climbed the stairs and stopped one below me, he smelt good and I wanted to push him up against the wall and kiss his face. But I had a point to prove so I just stared at him with a tight jaw.

"Hey...what's the matter with you?" Deaky asked, a puppy dog expression on his face.

Fuck. How could I resist that?!

"Nothing." I said flatly. It seemed no matter how much I cared about him I loved to be a dick towards him too...unintentionally.

"Liar." He replied cockily.

"No." I said, meeting his cockiness.

He stepped upwards onto the stair that I was standing on and faced me, our faces closer than they'd ever been before...my cold stare broke and my eyes travelled from his dreamy eyes down to those lips...I sighed heavily whilst marvelling him.

"Tell me." He said in almost a whisper, his breath tickled my cheeks which were no doubt starting to blush.

It was like he hypnotised me, my eyes couldn't stray from his lips that I so dearly wanted to feel on mine...I began to talk without even realising it, "Just...didn't appreciate how close you were sat to...Freddie. Especially when...I was about to ask you...something."

Those lips curled into a smile and a giggle escaped him. "Why. Are you jealous?" His head tilted to the side and his smile widened yet my eyes continued to travel along those fucking lips of his.

"I guess so..." I whispered.

The smile grew and revealed his teeth, I clenched my fists in an attempt to keep myself under control.

"What were you going to ask me?" He asked, a strong flirtatious streak in that smug voice of his.

"It doesn't matter." I managed to tear my eyes away and turn quickly, continuing the climb up the stairs.

"Yes it does." He taunted, still stood on the stair that we had shared.

"It doesn't." I argued.

"Hmm. Fine." I could hear that smirk on his voice as he began to go back downstairs.

I halted midway down the hall and hesitated before turning right back around. I rushed to the top of the stairs again, beginning to get hot and panicky, "John?!" I called, just as he was about to enter back into the living room.

He slowly walked back to the bottom of the stairs, "What?"

I was battling with myself but knew I wanted to do it, "A-are you...busy tonight?" I mumbled, seeing his eyes immediately light up.

"No. Why?" He asked, suspicion in his voice as a smile started to grow on his face again.

I avoided his eye contact, "Umm...can I, can I take you out? For...a meal?" I stuttered pathetically.

I glanced at him, he was looking down at the floor grinning like crazy.

"What, as like a-a...date?" He asked shyly, looking up at me stood on the top of the stairs.

I broke out into a smile now at the sound of those words, I nodded, "Yes. A date."

He held back a nervous giggle, "I would love that, Rog."