Roger's P.O.V.

"Yes. Yes of course, where are you?" I rushed, getting worried at his weak tone of voice.

"Umm...j-just outside Brighton...in a cafe. Sunny's, I think it's called..." his voice shook.

"Stay there. I'm coming. Please stay there." I begged.

"Okay..." He whispered, and then he hung up.

I put the phone down, peering at Brian who had been standing in the doorway looking equally as worried as I.

"What's wrong? Where is he?" He asked.

"Near Brighton. He wants me to meet him." I started towards the stairs.

"Do you want me to come with you?" He offered.

"No. Thanks but...it's probably best if I go alone." I faked a smile and ran up the stairs, throwing on some clothes and packing up a bag, fresh clothes for both me and John. And our toothbrushes.

If he was already near Brighton...then we might as well stay out there for a few days.

I had to physically shake my head to rid it of the thoughts of not getting to ask Freddie about the date but for crying out loud...I can ask him when we get back.

I sprinted back downstairs where I hurriedly put on some shoes and grabbed my car keys.

"What's the bag for?" Brian asked, suspiciously.

"We have some shit to sort out, Brian. I'm going to take him away for a few days, okay? I just..." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair, "I've fucked up. See you soon." I opened the door and he rushed over to me but I escaped down the garden path before he could grab me.

"Roger. At least phone when you find him. Tell us where you're staying...and when you're coming back." He gave me somewhat of a parental glance and I nodded at him.

"I will." I opened the car door and slammed it shut, speeding off down the road.

On one hand I felt guilty for rushing out like this, for leaving them. I don't know how long we'll be in Brighton for but we probably won't be back before Monday...they'll be able to work on something in the studio without us. I know we're needed for Somebody To Love but it will have to wait a few days.

Anyway, giving those two time alone together could be beneficial. And perhaps not if Fred is wanting to do things properly...

But this was important. As much as I loved living with all of the boys, myself and John didn't actually get much time alone together. We sort of got suffocated and I could tell it was taking its toll. Everyone's business was literally everyone else's business...nothing could be kept secret and nothing was confidential.

I think a little privacy was what we needed for us. It's not like things had been rocky, it had been going perfectly...well, so I thought.

After 45 minutes or so I finally found the cafe that John said he was in, a pokey, old place that looked a bit dodgy, it's sign hanging off partially.

I left the travel bag in the car.

Pushing open the heavy old door I stepped in and glanced around, it appeared to be empty, until right at the back, hidden in the corner was a stooped over Deaky.

I gasped, rushing over to him, "Deaks...?" I whispered.

His head turned and he looked up at me with hazy eyes.

He stood up and I stepped towards him cautiously.

He smiled a little smile at me before reaching out and throwing his arms around me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.

Instantaneously, my arms held him back as I breathed in and out heavily at the sheer joy this single hug gave me.

I took his hand, "Come on."

I lead him out of the cafe and to my car where he hesitated.

"I've umm...I've got my car..." He stuttered.

I'd forgotten about him having his car as well, "Well...can you follow me? I want to take you somewhere." I smiled.

He looked down and nodded his head slowly, "Sure..." he span and walked across the street where his car was parked and he got in.

I sat back in the drivers seat, although the hug he gave me was a sigh of relief, I didn't yet feel that we had completely made up. He still seemed pissed off with me, as if he didn't really want to talk to me.

I peered in my rear view mirror as I set off to make sure he was following me. We drove for another 30 minutes or so until I found a suitable place, to talk. Not to stay.

I pulled up, there was a high wall on the passenger side of the car in which over it, was the beach.

It wasn't yet summer, mid Spring, which meant the sea air was still icy on the skin and the waves were still rather rough.

I climbed out and he had parked behind me, I glanced at him and I watched him look around curiously.

I held out my hand and this seemed to persuade him to get out of the car, he walked over, taking my hand where I lead him to the promenade, a wall lined with railings and a front row seat of the beach...there wasn't much left of it as the tide was completely in and sea mist was spraying onto the path when the waves crashed into the wall below.

I sat on the railing and invited him to sit next to me.

We sat, looking out across the sea and listening to the waves, our hair blowing in all sorts of directions from the viscous salty wind. We were silent for a while as we both just sat and thought.

Until I could take the silence no more, "I'm sorry. I...I never meant to ignore you or anything. I know I get too caught up in other people's lives...and that's shit of me to do. I don't want Freddie...I never have. Never will. He's my best friend and was there for me even before you was. I'm bound to be involved with anything he's doing. And he's involved with anything I do somehow. But I'm going to back off a bit, and I'm going to tell him to back off with us, too. A relationship is between two people...not three and...you're the one I want to focus on." I jumped off the railing and stood in front of him, standing in between his legs, "You'll always have my undivided attention." I smiled a little and he smiled back at me.

"I know...I'm sorry, too. I overreacted. I was just...just really jealous.  They were getting your attention and I wasn't. I suppose I just want you all to myself all the time, but I have to keep reminding myself there are other people in your life and not just me. Don't tell him to back off, Rog. He's my best friend too and we do owe him credit. Just...don't talk about him as much? It's starting to make me think you'd like a three way with him." He giggled at me.

His statement made me laugh and I clasped his cheeks in my hands, the cold sea air still biting at our cheeks, "I won't tell him...but I also won't tell him things that he doesn't need to know. He's a nosy cunt and somethings should be kept between the two of us. And I'm sorry for telling him everything..."

"Just keep this shut sometimes, alright?" He smiled, putting a finger on my lips.

I nodded, reaching up with my hands still on his cheeks, kissing him and then resting my forehead on his.

"We're not going home tonight. Or tomorrow night...maybe not even the next night if you don't want to." I said quietly.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I'm taking you away for a few days. If you want to, of course. Just me and you. No Brian. No Freddie. We're not to talk about them. We're to act as if they're not in our lives at all."

He started to grin, "I'd like that." He nodded eagerly, "I'd like that a lot, Rog."

I held his hands as he jumped off the railing, "I've brought us both some clothes and our toothbrush. Nothing glamorous, I don't know if the clothes I've picked out will even go together...lets just veg out and watch films in bed and eat a shit tonne of junk food."

We had started walking back to our cars, hand in hand and both grinning at the prospect of this relaxed little break away.

"I have no idea where we can stay but the town is only 20 minutes away."

He reached and planted a kiss on my cheek, "I'll follow you in my car." He smiled, a bounce in his step as he walked away.

I climbed back into my car, not realising just how cold it was outside until I didn't have the wind on my face anymore.

But I didn't care because he was smiling again. I was terribly excited to have him all to myself for a few days.

And to not have to worry about getting walked in on by Bri or Fred whenever we try to get intimate. It was also an excuse to prove to him that I didn't think the sex was shit.

((A/N - hello everyone, so here's the thing...I don't know if anybody knows this but Wattpad has a limit of 200 parts per story (stupid, right?) so in order to squeeze in everything I want to write in the next 52 parts I would like (need) to start writing longer parts. But this would mean bigger gaps between updates, 3 days at the max, maybe less though if I'm in the zone. Is this okay? And don't worry...I already have a sequel planned out so...it won't actually be over in 52 parts time...wink wink))