Freddie's P.O.V.

John was stood in the doorway, red faced and seething, he grabbed a hold of Rogers arm and helped the intoxicated drummer into the house, glaring at me.

"Out..." I swallowed, feeling really ill, following them in and closing the door.

"Out?! Why didn't you tell us? You said you'd bring him home safe and sound." He growled, peeling Rogers jacket off him and making him sit on the stairs whilst he pulled Rogers shoes off.

"Shhh, Deaks. I had a fucking great time." The blonde giggled, hardly making sense.

"That's nice, Rog, but we need to get you to bed." John grumbled.

"I don't...want to go to bed." Rog pouted, furrowing his eyebrows at his boyfriend.

"Well you're going." Deaks replied, sternly.

"I'm fucking not. Stop treating me like a child! I'm hungry..." he got up after a few failed attempts and staggered into the kitchen.

Deaky span around and marched up to me, "He's a fucking state, Freddie."

"Small price to pay..." I mumbled, trying to breath slowly, whatever John and Brian had cooked whilst we had been out still lingered in the air and the aroma of food was making me feel very queasy indeed.

"For what?"

"A good time." I shrugged.

He scoffed and started to walk towards the kitchen, "What, so he can only have a good time when he's with you, can he?" He said, disappearing in a strop.

I groaned and started to go after them, I couldn't be arsed with an argument, not at this hour and not when I feel like shit, what was his problem anyway, it was just a few drinks.

"What the fucks got up your arse? We were just having a catch up..." I slurred, loosing my balance and nearly head-butting the fridge, "Woah..." I reacted, pushing myself away from it.

I looked over at Roger who had a box of cereal under his arm, taking handfuls and shoving it into his mouth, I chuckled at him, not knowing how the hell he could stomach food.

"Because as far as I was aware, you were going to bring him straight home. I've been going mad all night thinking you were still out there trying to find him, not having a knees up down town!" He was furious.

"I found him, didn't I?" I defended myself.

"Guys, your giving me a headache." Roger said, still munching on dry cereal.

I was bent over with my elbows on the work surface, I could feel my stomach churning and my mouth getting watery, a sign I was most likely about to throw up.

"Finally back, I see." I heard Brian come into the room, my mood lifted a little bit but I still didn't look up at him.

I felt him pass me and squeeze my shoulder, "Good night?" He laughed.

"You knew they were going out?" Deaks asked Brian in frustration.

"No, I just knew they would. They're the terrible two, they always end up smashed whatever's happening."

"See. Brians not mad at us." Roger said babyishly.

A wave of nausea gripped me and I stood up, staggering to the sink, Brian looked at me and knew straight away what was going to happen.

"Ohhhhh shit..." he mumbled and reached over, taking the washing up bowl out of the sink ready for me.

"Where did you find him?!" Deaky suddenly lunged at me, gripping my shirt in his fist.

I shook my head furiously, covering my mouth, trying to bat him away but he continued to block my path.

"John, move!" Brian tried to tell him but he wouldn't budge.

"Freddie, where?!" He shouted.

Gagging whilst my hand still covered my mouth I knew if he didn't move in the next second he would be showered with vomit.

And then the seal broke and my guts were being violently emptied, but to my relief, not all over Deaky. Somehow Brian had managed to shove him out of the way and hold the washing up bowl under my chin where I filled it generously.

"For fuck sake..." John hissed angrily but I ignored him.

Coughing and gasping, being slightly soothed by Brians quiet "Shhhhh..." and his hand stroking my hair, shielding me from the other two so they couldn't see my mess.

Although my throat burned and sick was coming out of my nose, I already felt calmer just being around him.

"Done?" He whispered, a caring smile on his face as he still held the bowl for me.

I nodded, "I think so..." I croaked, wiping my watering eyes.

He took the bowl and discarded of its nasty contents, I cleared my throat.

"Freddie, you're always sick after a night out." Roger mentioned absent mindedly.

"Yeah. Thanks for that, Rog." I looked at him then at Deaks who was still glaring at me, waiting for an answer.
"My old house..." I swallowed.

"What?" He asked as if he didn't believe me for a second.

"I found him at my old house." I said quietly.

"Why was he there?" He asked, frantically.

"Why are you asking me? Ask him!" I replied, getting annoyed, pointing at Roger who was now rummaging about in the fridge, popping grapes into his mouth. "Why am I the one getting all the stick?! It's him who ran off, I'm the one that found him, you should be thankful!" I tried to yell but my throat wouldn't allow me to.

Luckily, Roger was blissfully unaware of any argument that was going down what with how drunk he was, probably for the best.

"Guys! Let's not shout at each other. It's bloody almost 3am. John, these two are in no way, shape or form ready to be answering any questions tonight. I don't see what the problem is. Let them sleep and then talk about it properly in the morning." Brian chipped in, being the sensible one and seeing the true situation. He was stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders.

I looked at Deaky confused, I didn't quite understand why he was so angry with me. Wasn't it supposed to be Roger he was mad at?

For lying to us about where Deaky had actually gone and then for running off? I found him, I brought him home as I promised...all that happened in between was a good catch up that got a little too alcohol friendly...I didn't get it.

"Yeah. Fine, whatever. Night." He mumbled grumpily and then left the kitchen.

I stood there motionless and still very fragile and drunk, feeling as though I could vomit again and my legs wouldn't be able to carry me up the stairs.

"Before you ask...I have no idea why John's being like that. He's been fine all night." Brian said quietly, clearly he was also quite shocked about his outburst.

"Where's the cheese gone...?" I heard Roger mutter, his head stuck in the fridge as he still looked for things to devour, he on the other hand was right as rain, still pissed, but at least he was happy.

I sighed heavily, leaning back against Brian's chest as his back was against a cupboard, he reached a hand round and slyly took my hand in his, I closed my eyes, sighing again, but this time in satisfaction.

I was so happy that I had listened to my better self at the club and didn't go on the hunt for a fuck, although not properly mine yet, I was starting to realise just how nice it was to have somebody to come home to...who actually stays too, rather than runs off after a one night stand. This was so much more appealing.

"Aww. You two are cute." Roger spouted, a small smile on his lips whilst he munched on some cheese.

Although slightly embarrassed the both of us giggled a little, I couldn't see Brian's face but mine was definitely red as I tried to hide a goofy grin from Roger who was grinning along with me.

"Are you a thing yet? Boyfriends?" He asked, still more interested in his food.

I gasped a little, cringing with wide eyes, I could feel the vibrations of Brian laughing.

"Roger! Bed." Suddenly Deaks appeared in the doorway, a face like thunder and a voice to match, Rog looked like he had just been told off by one of his parents.

Slowly, he laid down the block of cheese he had been nibbling on and glanced at both me and Bri with an oh shit look on his face, "Sorry boys...I'm being summoned..." he said quietly as he backed away and towards the impatient looking John, leaving me and Bri alone together.

Brian gave the hand he was holding a tiny squeeze, "Are we?" He asked cheekily.

Thinking I had gotten out of answering Rogers question, I froze a little, my heart hammering a little harder, slowly and clumsily I turned around to face him, he had a cute side smile on his face as he looked down at my probably shocked and worried expression.

"Ask me in the morning..." I said quietly. I wasn't ready to answer that question. Of course I wanted to scream YES WE ARE from the rooftops but like he said, I was in no way, shape or form ready to answer any questions right now. Besides, with the state I was in, it was likely I wouldn't even remember this conversation in the morning. It was a question I would like to remember answering.

He chuckled, "Alright...probably for the best." Although I then felt guilty as there was an obvious amount of disappointment in his eye, I knew he agreed with me, he knew asking me right now was a bad idea. "Shall we get you to bed?" He asked, chuckling a little at how spaced out I looked.

I nodded and grabbed his hand, for physical support and just because I liked holding it, he climbed the stairs behind me in case I fell backwards and we ventured to the end of the hallway to the bathroom I shared with John.

"I'll wait out here..." he whispered.

Leaving the door slightly open I stared at myself in the mirror and almost threw up at the sight. My hair was sticking up left, right and centre, eyeliner smudged across my face, I was pale as fuck from feeling ill and had the most terrible dark circles under my eyes...with the largest of dilated pupils.
Running my fingers through my hair to calm it, loading my toothbrush with toothpaste to rid my mouth of this rancid taste of vomit and then washing my face afterwards, I looked better...but still like death.

Dragging myself out of the bathroom and collapsing against its doorframe to have a breather, Bri stepped in and reached down for the bin, "Think you better have this by your bedside tonight." He winked.

I playfully slapped him on the back when I followed him into my bedroom.

"Why was he like that? You understand..." I grumbled, unbuttoning my shirt.

"I don't know...slight overreaction on his behalf. As if he didn't expect you two to go out." He shook his head, giggling.

I shrugged, sitting on my bed, my shirt hanging open as I tried to untie my shoes, "Yeah well. He can ask me nicely if he wants to know anything. He's fucking scary when he's angry. Besides...I'm sworn to secrecy." I shrugged, giving up with my shoes.

Bri bent down and started to untie my shoes for me, "You found out what's been making Rog so angry then?" He asked.

I nodded, kicking off a shoe he had undone.

"Was it what we expected?"

I nodded again, not realising that even though I'd promised Roger I wouldn't tell Brian, by not even opening my mouth, I just did.

"Tell me in the morning, yeah?" He asked calmly.

"Yeah..." I smirked, kicking off my other shoe, I reached out and gently grabbed the neck of the T-shirt he was wearing, quickly realising just how chilled out Brian was compared to Deaky...I was glad he wasn't like that. I pulled him up and he was soon knelt in front of me, his hands on my thighs, staring up at me.

I cracked into a grin.

"What?" He asked, chuckling.

I shook my head, "Nothing..."

I bent lower until our lips met, kissing him whilst still smiling our teeth clashed together and we broke apart, laughing at my clumsiness.

"They get in the way, sorry..." I giggled, rubbing my front teeth.

"Don't be silly..." he grinned, rising to his feet but staying bent down to my level, "You've just got to go slower..." he said in a whisper and slowly leaned forward until our lips once again met, with no banging together of teeth, he slowly started kissing me, making me inhale sharply and exhale slowly and shakily, whether it was the drugs that had heightened my senses or the drink that was already making the room spin... my head was spinning more and it felt so good. I started to kiss him back, still not too confident about my skills but I was slowly getting better.

I broke away momentarily, "Mm...maybe you should stay in here tonight..." I slurred, taking myself by surprise.

Oh dear.

His eyes widened in amused shock.

"In case I don't choke." I added.

Fuck.

His mouth dropped open a little as his eyes widened even further.

"If I'm sick again..." I tried to rescue myself out of the hole I'd just dug myself into, "What on earth were you thinking of?" I tapped him on the nose.

I knew what had made me suggest such a thing, I knew I was easily turned on 24/7 but when I was pissed, one touch and I wanted a fuck. His kiss was dangerous to me.

He shook his head, laughing, his lips soon on mine again, possibly to shut me up but he was only turning me on more.

I tried to copy one of his little tricks, lightly biting on his bottom lip which, may I say, seemed to succeed in delighting him when he squeezed my thighs a little.

My heart along with my cock were starting to throb when I sneakily fell onto the bed on my back, trying to pull him with me.

Sober? I wouldn't have dared. But my confidence was through the fucking roof right now.

He broke away once he was hovering over me, his feet still on the floor but his hands either side of my head, he laughed quietly, "You know this isn't a good idea." He gave me another peck on the lips before standing back up.

I sighed, still laying down, "Probably right...I struggle to get it up when I'm pissed anyway..." I groaned, propping myself up on my elbows to see him covering his face, laughing.

"What?" I giggled.

"You." He grinned, he nodded towards the window, "It's starting to get light..." he hinted, "I think you've forgotten we have to go into the studio tomorrow."

I fell back again and turned around onto my stomach in a tantrum, "But it's Saturday!" I groaned, punching the pillow.

"It'll be over before we know it. Now give me that bloody shirt." He held his hand out.

I stroppily stood up and shrugged out of it, passing it to him where he folded it up and popped it on a chair.

"And those." He pointed to my jeans.

I raised my eyebrows at him and made sure I held his eye contact whilst I popped open the button and undid the zip. Playfully swaying my hips as I pulled them down, very quietly singing a few drunken lines from 'Big Spender'.

He had his eyes closed and was trying to hold back a laugh, "Freddie." He warned, mischievously.

I threw him my jeans and jumped into bed, "You'll enjoy that one day." I winked at him, cackling.

"I'm not denying." He said quietly, "Get some sleep..." he ruffled my hair and gave me another kiss on the lips.

I watched him with a permanent smirk on my face as he walked towards my door, he gave me a little smile and a wink before flicking off my light and leaving my room.

I did wish he would stay in here with me but like he said, it probably wasn't a good idea, and again, I'd like the first time that happens to be when I'm sober.

Although events of the evening had turned sour what with how angry Deaky was at me, I had really enjoyed my night out with Roger, I wanted another one depending on if he tried to flirt with me again. And Brian had almost made me forget Deakys outburst...I was infatuated.

The next morning I woke up with the worlds worst hangover, I wouldn't have been bothered if we didn't have to work but we had to go into the studio today to start planning for our tour.

I sat in my bed for a few seconds before getting up with my duvet still wrapped around me, I could hear Bri in his room so decided to seek sympathy.

Bundling myself into his room still wrapped up I groaned in greet and collapsed onto his bed.

"Feeling rough?" He chuckled, he was still sat in bed, reading. He patted the space next to him and I shuffled there, resting my head on his shoulder.

We were silent for a long while, myself nearly nodding back off to sleep when his voice stirred me.

"So...are we?"

(A/N - hello lovelies I hope you're all well, thank you so much for all the reads on this story, you're honestly the BEST <3 I won't be able to update for a few nights, possibly not until Monday as I'm going out for the next three nights (all pray that I survive this with my dignity still in tact, oh god) so that's why this update has been published so much earlier on than I usually post it! I apologise! <3)