Freddie's P.O.V.

I slumped into the seat next to Brian and let out a loud sigh, staring straight ahead with my mind clouded with many different thoughts.

I felt his hand rest on my thigh and I turned slowly to look at him, "Alright?" He whispered, concerned.

I tried to half smile but failed, nodding falsely at him and turning away quickly as to avoid any other questions. But he grabbed my hand in his and persuaded me to turn in my seat to look at him.

"Sure?" He stared at me with intent.

I couldn't lie to him, I shook my head.
"I'm worried about him..." I admitted.

"John?" Brian questioned with a whisper.

I nodded a little, "He should have told us this years ago, when it was happening. The only reason he's told us now is because Patrick or whatever the knobheads name is, has reappeared and is threatening John again. I can't stand to know he's frightened, which he is, Bri, I can tell." I licked my lips, trying to concentrate on a strategy that may help our bassist.

"It is a pretty serious situation and I agree, he should have told us about it sooner, but it's over now, Fred. It happened years ago and he's still here, right? And now we've left Patrick far behind and we're going to places he can't find us. Nothing's going to happen." He comforted me and his words did reassure me. Although as horrible as the predicament was that John found himself in all those years ago, at least he was still here, with us.

He'd escaped him. At least it wasn't haunting him. And Brian was right, we had left Patrick behind hours ago, I just hope he wasn't psycho enough to have followed us and look up where we are staying in the next city so he can try to get his hands on John...or Roger.

I was a little annoyed at the drummer, of course I felt awful for him when I learnt what John had done, he was quite right to get upset over the fact that John had denied to Patrick that Roger was his boyfriend. I would have gotten upset over that too. But it was the fact that Roger never seemed to want to resolve a problem himself. He always wanted to shy away and get someone else to do his dirty work for him even when he desperately wants the situation to be resolved.

It was either he was too stubborn, thought himself too good to have to be the man and apologise first or talk to John to settle things.
He just had to let things brew and get worse and worse until one of them explodes and makes things even worse. 

It's childish. Just sort it out quickly and forget about it. I can't stand putting up with long running feuds. Just fuck and make up.

Well, either that or, he's just frightened of hearing something that he doesn't want to hear.

But to bribe me with drugs so that I would sit next to John and find out why he said what he did and who the guy was, was so cowardly.

I shouldn't have accepted his offer but in all honesty, I knew John thought way too highly of the blonde to pretend he wasn't his boyfriend, so knew there was something fishy going off and also genuinely wanted to find out for myself what was the matter. Also, free drugs...bonus.

But I was tired of sorting out their love life. I didn't mind so much when I didn't have Brian, I didn't have anyone else to focus on or distract me from my surroundings, I was happy to help. And to some extent, I still am, it's just I don't want to be part of their relationship anymore which I regretfully was, I might aswell have been in the relationship with them they relied so much on me and my expertise.

But now I had Brian, my own boyfriend and my own relationship to focus on. If something went wrong in my relationship I wanted to sort mine out, not theirs.

They really need to grow up and learn to speak to each other like adults. Not scream accusations and then storm off, getting somebody else to settle the differences for them.

So when John told me the truth and I saw how distraught he was...I completely understood that Deaky did this for Roger. Not to spite him or pretend he didn't exist, but to protect him from potential danger.

Fuckinghell, Patrick sounds crazy enough to try and grab Roger out of thin air and beat him silly just because he's John's boyfriend. Of course, Deaky didn't want that to happen to Rog...so lied to keep him safe.

But Rogers big mouth ran away with him and he blurted out to Patrick that he was in fact John's boyfriend and put himself in real danger where he thought he was ten men by telling him the truth.

It made me feel guilty and bad that Roger bribed me with drugs to dig the truth out of John to tell Roger. That's why I threw the drugs back to him and refused to tell Roger John's story. It isn't my place to say. It's a sensitive story and a touchy time in John's life, he obviously had his reasons for not wanting to tell us until he had no choice to. So why should I go and tell Roger his story when it should be John to tell him in his own time. It's not my shit to spread. I respect John so much and wanted him to trust me. If I told Roger, I would betray his trust.

Besides. The drummer should be consoling the bassist and making him feel better, never mind him feeling hurt about what John had told Patrick, but if he got off his high horse and spoke to him, he'd know the truth by now and all would be well.

But no. Roger can be a little stubborn cunt at times and because he didn't want to speak to John because he wanted to be the victim, everything was still tits up and awkward and to be frank, I wanted to jump out of the fucking bus window whilst it was still moving.

"Relax...let them sort it out between themselves." Brian whispered in my ear, making me shiver. It was as if he had been listening to my thoughts.

"They won't though, will they. They'll rely on me to make things hunkydory for them again." I spat, rolling my eyes.

"Then just don't get involved. You think you have to because you've done it so many times for them...but just leave them to it." Brian had his fingers in my hair, massaging the back of my scalp, de-stressing and relaxing me as my eyes drifted close.

I groaned in response, I knew he was right, if I simply refused to help them they would have no choice but to speak to each other.

I already thought it was terribly brave of John to want to tell Roger the truth when we arrive at our new hotel. He didn't have to tell him yet by any means, but he wanted to sort things out quickly, he hates the arguments they had, and they do have a lot. Sometimes I don't think it's healthy...it worries me.

"Brian, darling, can you throw me a mic?" I asked.

We'd arrived at tomorrow's venue and were having a rehearsal, setting things up ahead of time as to save stress and rushing, two things that, given the current situation, we really did not need.

Although trying to rehearse or do anything with any kind of substance was proving to be absolutely pathetic, like pulling teeth. John was somber, playing but not to his full ability and Roger, he was just hitting any kind of random drum, not wanting to be here at all and making everything a thousand times harder than it should.

But I was trying not to loose my temper, that would only make things worse, I was trying my very hardest to plaster on a smile and dish out the laughs in order to try and lighten their spirits. I was grateful Brian was happy, if he wasn't, I wouldn't be able to cope.

After an hour long slog of trying to get them both to do something worthwhile I'd had enough, "Right, let's just bugger off to the hotel because I can tell nobody actually wants to fucking be here." I snapped, unintentionally and walked off to the dressing room.

I regretted that little outburst instantly.
I stood in the middle of the dressing room with my eyes closed, breathing heavily to keep myself calm when I felt a soft tap on my shoulder and heard a little mousey whisper.

"Fred...?"

I span around, only to be greeted by the little innocent face of John Deacon.

"I'm sorry...is it me?" He asked in a very quiet and saddened voice.

I immediately softened and put a hand on his shoulder, "Of course not, dear. I'm just a little hot headed, that's all. You should know this by now." I smiled and winked at him to ease him, but inside I was screaming, I was angry, I understood why the both of them didn't want to play this afternoon, but we were on tour to perform and practice is crucial. We were not on some kind of leisurely road trip. This is work and how our bills get paid. I swear the lot of them forget that point sometimes and take it all for granted.

We packed up and with the atmosphere a little awkward between us all, made our way to the hotel that was nearby, Jim accompanied us to the rehearsal and now also to the hotel, he never really left our side.

"What's gone off? You're all a bit sour." He whispered to me as we walked into the lobby.

I groaned, rolling my eyes, "You don't want to know, Jim. Seriously." I shook my head and we followed him to the reception desk where our rooms were sorted and the keys were placed in our hands.

There were a few fans ready and waiting to see us which was nice, I didn't always want to hang around but their appreciation for us lifted my mood and I signed a few T-shirts before Brian dragged me away with him.

I smiled at the guitarist, not so long ago we were arguing about having to share a room together, never mind sleep in the same bed. But now, although it's only been a short time, I couldn't imagine not sharing a room with Brian. Granted, I had only just let myself cave and share the bed with him, but it was originally to stop my temptations. I though I had matured beyond my years and I didn't want sex anymore simply because I had been so long without it...but now, since Brian chatted to me about it and expressed what he was feeling about the topic...I couldn't look at him without wanting to strip him naked and pounce. My libido had well and truly returned and it was a slow burning flame. But still, I didn't want him to think I was rushing into anything just because of our talk yesterday...I wanted to wait a little while longer.

As always, mine and Brians room was next to Rogers and John's, when we got to our floor, which was always the top one for privacy, we all paused outside our doors, ready to let ourselves in, Brian was unlocking our door when I turned to the other two and whistled at them, they both looked at me, "Don't you two fucking murder each other. Sort it out." I said sternly, feeling like their fucking parent. They both looked at me shocked but I meant it. They were the only ones who could help them. I could tell John just wanted to put everything behind them and move on, but Roger loved holding grudges and could tell he wanted nothing to do with the bassist right now. It wouldn't surprise me if he either tried to take refuge in our room, which if he tried, he would be turned right around and refused entry, or he'd just bugger off to the bar to get drunk, his coping mechanism.

But for both of their sakes, I hoped that John would be brave enough to tell Roger everything he had told me.
Surely, that would sort everything out and the drummer would understand. I knew Deaky didn't like speaking about it...but he really had to do it.

"Which side of the bed do you want?" A mischievous voice disturbed me from my thoughts and made me crack into a giggle.

I looked over to the bed and sauntered towards it, "I want all the sides." I shrugged, cheekily, laying down on it, "You can sleep in the bath." I teased, referencing the time in Scotland where he almost made me sleep in the bath as be didn't want to share the bed.

He looked at me with a sarcastic look on his face, knowing full well what I was talking about.
"That's not funny..." he warned jokingly, waggling his finger at me whilst creeping over to me whilst I giggled at him.

He crawled onto the bed and looked down at me with intent, he leaned down, kissing my lips with a little force, I was no longer a beginner at kissing, in fact, I would go as far to say that I was even better than Brian now. But I would say that.

I tangled my fingers in his wild curls, I still got a little breathless whenever we kissed as I'd dreamed of doing it for so long and now that I could, I wanted to make the most of it.

Our kiss ended but Brians face remained close above mine as his eyes darted about, he sighed lightly, "You are rather beautiful, do you know that..." He breathed, making a tingle go down my spine.

"Yes." I whispered back as a joke, staring into his eyes and we both started to laugh.

Myself and Brian had a lovely evening doing nothing except for a spot of canoodling and watching an old fifties film on the telly...with an occasional snogging session thrown in too. Every time we kissed I felt myself getting more and more impatient for him. I'm dying to make a move soon.

It was when we were in the middle of a particularly heated snog and I'd almost forgotten that any drama had gone off at all that a desperate and rampant round of bangs on our door made us jump.

I groaned angrily, expecting it to be one of the other two.

"I'll get it." I huffed, getting up off the bed and trying to hide the semi hard on that I was currently sporting.

I flung open the door ready to rant and rage until I was silenced by the distraught face of Deaky. He wasn't crying as such, but his eyes were watery and his bottom lip trembled slightly.

He didn't look up at me but kept his eyes fixated on the floor.

"Deaks...?" I whispered, worried.

"He doesn't believe me." He said, hushed.

"What do you mean?" I stepped closer to him and placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Roger doesn't believe me, Freddie. I told him everything...and he turned around and told me it was all bullshit...that I was lying." There was a definite streak of anger in John's voice and rightly so. He probably just poured his heart out to Roger, told him things he never wanted him to find out...and got told he was lying. When he clearly wasn't.

Now I was even more disappointed with the drummer. He had convinced himself that John was cheating on him and wouldn't settle for anything else. Wouldn't settle for the truth. It was almost as if he wanted John to tell him he was cheating on him just so he could be right.

I didn't want to get involved, but I knew Roger would listen to me. "Let me go and talk to him." I rushed, setting off to their room, only to be dragged back by Deaky.

"He's not there. He's gone, stormed off somewhere." He shrugged, looking exhausted and pained.

"Well I'm going to bloody well find him." I growled under my breath, ushering Deaks into mine and Brian's room, "Bri...look after John for a few minutes. I have business to take care of." I snarled.

"Freddie..." John tried to stop me but I turned around as I walked away from him backwards.

"Leave him to me, darling." I nodded at him and walked off.

I was bubbling inside, seething. How fucking dare Roger not believe John's heartbreaking story. How could he not believe him?! Does he think he'd make something like that up?! What the fuck was wrong with him.

I knew exactly where the weak bastard would be, sat sulking in the bar with a whiskey in his grasp. Well he can pull himself together and get a grip, listen to John properly otherwise nothing is going to be resolved.

I made my way to the hotels bar which was crowded with people, the last thing I wanted was to be recognised and cause a fuss when I just wanted to find Roger and leave.

But I couldn't find him for a while as the place was so busy, but finally, my eyes settled on the blonde hair of the drummer and I got closer...only to realise he was smiling and laughing whilst sat across from somebody whom I didn't recognise.

It wasn't till I got closer...did I realise he was smiling and laughing, sat across from Patrick.