Freddie's P.O.V.

Last nights sleep was troubled once again. But instead of my thoughts being plagued by the fact that I needed to stop having one night stands it was instead consumed by the innocent, pretty looking, blonde hair, blue eyed drummer.

I felt for him, a part of me was so outraged that John acted in such a manner I wanted to argue with him. But another part was so confused as to why he walked out made me want to question him. But I was full of understanding. I knew exactly what Roger was going through. I'd had friends whom I thought I would be close with until old age walk out of my life in a split second, never to be heard from again when I told them my sexuality. I remember not being able to sleep the night before I planned to tell Roger, John and Brian. I was pacing my bedroom at 4am rehearsing what I was going to say. Worrying myself that they'd either kick me out of the band or be disgusted with me. I remember saying in our lunch break, 'Boys, there's something I need to say.' Even that took some balls, no matter how many shots of vodka I downed beforehand, nothing calmed my nerves. That moment when they all shut up and waited for me to start talking was the most terrifying part. All their eyes were on me and it was the first time I had ever wanted to run away from a situation. To even begin to try and force out the first words from my mouth almost made my vomit.
I stumbled over my words and lost my breath, eyes jittering about the place as they all stared at me.
It was then that all my rehearsing went into the bin and I did it completely differently.
'Mary and I...we've...broken up.' Was something I never intended to say but it happened. Then all the boys were showing their sympathy and I struggled to get anything else out after that but I had started, I knew I had to carry on even if I didn't want to.
'Because...I...' I trailed off at that point and again, everyone was in silence waiting for me which made the pressure almost crush my bones but I made myself fight it and carry on.
'I...I like...men.' As soon as those words were out of my mouth, I felt a tonne lighter.
But it was waiting for a reaction which was the most excruciating. But I needn't have worried.
Brian was the first to react with, 'Oh Freddie!' He jumped up and hugged me immediately and said, 'you shouldn't have been so frightened, I'm very proud of you.'
Next was Roger who almost rugby tackled me and got me in head lock rubbing my head, he joked, 'Does this mean I can take the girls you pull off you?'
And finally, John. He too hugged me tightly, he actually got a little emotional as he saw that a tear had escaped my eyes from all the love I felt from the boys that day, after I had announced it I remember locking myself in the studio toilet and crying. So relieved that I had nothing to hide anymore and feeling so happy and so blessed that my best friends still wanted me. It was a truly memorable day.

Today would also be memorable for Roger. But for all the wrong reasons.

How John could have acted so sincerely and kindly towards me when I came out was no excuse for how he acted with Roger earlier. It took me by surprise. I had expected Deaky to be very proud of Roger considering that they are close. But this? This was weird.

I awoke to the shrill sound of Rogers phone ringing throughout the house. I groaned angrily as I sat up, waiting a few seconds to see if Taylor was going to answer it. Alas, he did not.

I jumped out of bed and legged it downstairs in nothing but the boxers that I had slept in and raced to the landline and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" I answered, my voice thick with tiredness.

"Freddie?"

I woke up instantly at the sound of a beautiful voice, "Brian?!" I replied.

"What are you doing at Roger's house?" He asked with suspicion.

"Ugh I stayed over...what's the matter?" I replied, rubbing my eyes and ignoring that smirk I could hear in his voice.

Bloodyhell, don't tell me Brian thinks we fucking slept together.

"Oh yeah?" He answered suggestively, giggling, "Anyways, where the fuck are you? It's 11 o'clock, you two were suppose to be at the studio two hours ago? Me and John have been sat around like lemons!"

I groaned, "Oh fuck. We didn't set an alarm. We'll be there in an hour..." I answered.

"An hour?!"

"Yes Brian, an hour, see you later, okay bye bye bye!" I put the phone down and ignored his chuntering that he was saying over me.

I sighed and banged my head pathetically against the wall.

"Fred?" Another tired voice spoke up from behind me.

I turned to see the freshly awoken but not quite fully awake drummer stood at the bottom of the stairs.

He yawned, his blonde locks sticking up all over the place which made me smile a little. "What's going on?" He asked.

"It's bloody 11 o'clock Rog, it was Brian wanting to know where we were. I told him that we'd be there in an hour, is that okay?"

I stared at him waiting for a response.
I caught him staring at me, his eyes moving over my partially naked body.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched him, a little confused by his actions and feeling ever so slightly uncomfortable.

"R-Roger?" I asked awkwardly.

His eyes snapped up into mine, finally making eye contact.

"Hmm...?" He grunted weakly, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks.

I cleared my throat, a little dumbstruck, I raised my eyebrows at him, shaking my head slightly in disbelief, "Get dressed..." I answered quietly as I rushed past him, back up the stairs and into the room I had spent the night in.

I pulled on the clothes that I had worn last night and tamed my hair. I was feeling a little on edge after Roger stared at me like that.

I thought I must be being silly, he was obviously just tired and wasn't intentionally staring at me like that.

But he did seem embarrassed when I caught him doing it.

Christ. Don't tell me he's going to try it on with me now that he stupidly thinks John doesn't want anything to do with him. Because I'm going to sort Deacon out.

Maybe I was being big headed. I was prone to thinking that people constantly checked me out even if they gave me no more than a glance.

Of course Roger wasn't staring at me lustfully. He wants John and he knows I want Brian. He wouldn't complicate that for the both of us.

I shoved those thoughts to the back of my mind as I shrugged on my leather jacket and grabbed my aviators, wandering over to Roger's room and knocking.

"You decent?!" I called.

"Yeah!" He yelled back.

I pushed open his door, "Do you have any cologne I can pinch a few sprays of?" I asked.

"Umm...y-yeah sure, on my...my dresser."

I eyed him over suspiciously as he was bent sorting out his hair in the mirror.
He seemed nervous. Stuttering over his words and whatnot.

I glided over to his dresser, picking up the bottles to see which one I liked best.

"You have shit taste in scent." I grimaced as I sniffed them.

I settled on one and gave myself a once over with the spray.

"Fuck off! If orgasms had a smell this is what they would smell like." He smirked picking up a different bottle from what I had chosen.

"You must be having some awful orgasms then Roger." I wafted the air trying to free myself of the cologne he had just sprayed and retreated out of the room.

Strolling into the kitchen I rummaged about in the cupboards trying to find something to devour for breakfast. Not having any luck in finding anything other than bread I spied the toaster on the work surface and popped a couple of slices in.

Finally Rog shuffled into the kitchen, he was finally dressed and ready.

"Where do you keep your butter?" I asked.

"Umm...fridge."

"Where?" I answered back with my head in the fridge.

"There." He pointed behind me.

"Where?!"

He nudged me out of the way.
"There." He put a container on the surface.

"What the fuck is this?! This isn't butter, it's fucking margarine! Oh my god...you can't be serious." I stared at it in disgust.

"What's the difference?!" He looked at me as though I was some kind of alien creature.

"What's the difference?! Margarine is butter for peasants, darling!"

The toaster popped up with my hot toast ready to be slathered in anything but margarine. "What the hell am I supposed to do with these now?" I jabbed at the toast.

"Eat them?" Roger was still looking at me as if I was off my rocker.

"With margarine?! I'd rather deepthroat a cactus."

"Freddie! You're making a fuss out of nothing!"

"You eat them then." I slid them in his direction.

"I'm not hungry." He mumbled.

"Well fine. I'll just have to go without. Come on, are you ready? Captain Curls and Cheese Boy will be getting mardy we're taking so long." I opened his door and was ready to make my way over to his car when I realised he wasn't following. I walked back up the few steps I had jumped down and leaned against his door frame where he was stood, looking deathly pale.

"You don't have to tell Brian today. And you certainly don't have to worry about Deacon. It's going to be fucking awkward there's nothing more I can say about that but you two will get over this...with a little help from Mr Mercury." I chuckled and smiled at him, "You have nothing to worry about. I promise."
He delivered me a weak smile before nodding discreetly and locking the door behind him.