Freddie's P.O.V.

Going to bed with a smile on my face wasn't something I was used to, but last night, I had the cheesiest grin. Fighting back giggles once I pulled the duvet up to my face, not being able to do anything but replay the date in my head.

In all honesty, I thought everything was going to go tits up when Charlie turned up here, but it went smoothly, there was no arguing...and I even got a kiss out of it.

Not just a kiss. But the kiss. My first kiss.

Alright, Brian had pecked me on the lips the night my knee got torn to smithereens but that wasn't a proper kiss, not like the one...two...that he gave me last night.

They were perfect. They were not even full blown snogs either, yet they were still blissful. Even though I was still cringing a little knowing I was absolutely pants at kissing him back.

I'd learn if he let me practice on him.

But after all these years of fantasising about kissing those lips I used to obsessively stare at and never think I'd get the chance...I did. It was a tidal wave of realisation that fuckinghell, this was happening and it wasn't just another fixture of my imagination.

That was real.

It was like some kind of film. Especially when the only real thing keeping us apart right now was the wall between our bedrooms. Even right now I was stood trying to see through it.

But in some sense it was back to reality, we had to go into the studio today, I was reluctant, there wasn't much we could do without Roger and John but I'm sure we'd find something. But I was hoping we wouldn't start acting awkward around each other just because we were alone and not on a date, I hoped the atmosphere would be the same as it would be if we were on a date.

Throwing on some jeans and a casual shirt I tamed my hair and ventured down the stairs to get some quick breakfast, getting jittery butterflies in my stomach when I thought about seeing him, but when I walked into the kitchen, he wasn't there, he must not be up yet.

Eyeing up the many empty beer and wine bottles that we had not bothered to clear away last night made me smile, the slightly dirty conversations we had were somewhat exhilarating. We spilt a few naughty secrets.

I gathered up the bottles to take them outside to the recycling bin we had in the back garden, dropping them in one by one. It was actually quite warm out, the sun shining made me realise that the back garden really needed some seeing to, it hadn't really been looked after since we moved in, but I didn't have a fucking clue when it came to gardening. Maybe it was something we all should have a go at.

I walked back in, flicking on the kettle and getting mine and Brians mug out to make tea.

Pouring myself a bowl of cereal and munching on that at the same time.

I switched on the little radio we had in the kitchen, some chart show or other, not being snobby but I really didn't reckon much to what was in the charts at the moment, I was more looking forward to when the songs from our new album will be played.

Although, when one of those terribly overplayed songs came on I couldn't help but hum along whilst I stirred the tea.

"Alright, Tea Maker?" A voice suddenly said and a hand ruffled the back of my hair.

"I think I'm the only one who knows how to bloody make tea around here." I answered sarcastically, sliding over the tea to Brian who was chuckling away to himself, looking in the fridge.

He closed the fridge door and eyed up my cereal, I grabbed it quick, "Hands off. It's mine." I pretended to scowl at him and started to eat the rest of it.

"Well fine, if you don't want to share." He smiled playfully and grabbed his own bowl and spoon and poured his own cereal.

He certainly seemed very chipper today, so far the atmosphere was the same as the date, I sensed no awkwardness and no pretending like it wasn't happening in real, everyday life.

"When are the jolly holidayers back?" I asked, crunching on my cornflakes.

He shrugged, stood opposite me, doing the same, "Roger said he'd phone yesterday to tell us where they are and when they're coming back, but did he phone? Did he fuck." He chuckled, shaking his head.

I sighed, "Wonderful."

"Why? Are you thinking about studio time?" He asked.

"Studio time?! Brian, we have one week until the album needs to be finished. One week until it goes into its final mixing stage. We have so much to do!" I panicked.

"I know, relax. We'll get it done. You know we will." He soothed.

I scowled, "What the fuck made them think going away now would be a marvellous idea. How selfish." I groaned.

"Hey. Don't be like that. You'd only be moaning if they were here and not talking to each other. It'll be fine. Remember with Queen II we had at least a weeks worth of work left to do in just one day, we stayed all the day and all that night and we did it. We don't have half as much left to do for this one and we have a full week left." He looked at me and smiled at my dramatic state.

"I know..." I said quietly, "I just get stressed."

"Really? I never notice." He giggled, being a sarcastic little so and so.

So we were not wasting anymore valuable time we finished our breakfast and put on our shoes ready to go, we stepped outside and I waited for Brian to lock the door, meanwhile, I stared at my car, the car that I had never learned to drive properly and that rarely gets driven because I'm a shit driver. I don't know why I had it. I'd had one driving lesson, stalled the car and got out, I couldn't be bothered with it.

"Brian...do you want my car?" I asked without thinking once he had joined me.

"What?" He asked, astonished.

"Do you want it? My car." I climbed into the passenger seat of his car, the only front seat of a car I should ever be sat in.

He got into the drivers seat, "Do I want your car?" He sounded confused.

"Well I never use it. I can't even fucking drive, I don't know why I have the thing. It's just gathering dust." I shrugged.

"You should try learning again." He set off driving.

I grimaced, shaking my head, "I'm quite alright, thank you, darling."

He chuckled, "I have no use for two cars, owning one is expensive enough, I do like it though..." he smirked.

"You have mine and then sell this one!" I shrieked in a eureka moment.

"But I like my car..." he pretended to pout.

I sighed, giggling at him, "Well, I'll ask the other two if they want it and if not I think I'll sell it." I pondered.

He soon pulled into the empty car park of the studio and we got out, I went ahead and unlocked the studio whilst Brian got a few things out of the boot of his car.

I stepped in and switched on the lights, only to be completely stricken with panic as I froze in the middle of a very empty space, I forgot how to breath and my eyes didn't dare look around.

I heard Brian's footsteps behind me, "Brian..." I breathed, very quietly, trying to search my head for an answer to what I was seeing right now, an explanation, something I must've forgotten about, but nothing came to mind, nothing was explaining this.

He'd walked in now, his footsteps slowed and his breathing just as fast and deep as mine, judging by his reaction, I hadn't forgotten anything and this certainly shouldn't have happened.

"Where's...all of our stuff?" He questioned, he came and stood beside me.

Everything. Everything was gone.

Apart from the built in mixing desk controls and the lousy table we sat at...everything was gone. All our instruments, all our notes, music, headphones, speakers, amps, recording equipment...every single fucking thing that could be picked up and moved had gone.

"Have we been burgled?" I squeaked, looking up at his very pale face.

He nodded silently, licking his lips, "I think so..."

I went over to the far corner in a rush and let out a cry, "My piano! It's gone..." I turned to look at Brian who was staring back at me.

Not really knowing how to feel, I was numb. I wanted to cry, lash out, shout, shake, panic. I couldn't believe everything had been taken.

I started to walk around, my piano, John's spare bass and acoustic guitar, Rogers entire drum kit, Brians spare guitars...luckily, he always brought his red special home with him, all of our confidential sheet music and lyrics that had not yet been released.

I dashed into the mixing desk booth, almost throwing up when I saw everything in there was gone too, "Fuck..." I ran back out to Brian, "All the final recordings have been taken too..." I felt sick. We had nothing left.
We had no proof that for the last year we'd been working on this album as the master tapes had been stolen. They had our unreleased new music. And we had no control over it. Without those, we didn't have an album. We had a week left, this couldn't happen, not now, not right now!

"I'm phoning the police." I whispered, rushing past Brian to the phone where he caught my arm and pulled me in front of him.

"Freddie, stop. Think about this. How the fuck would anyone break in other than through the door? I mean, there's only that tiny window, not even big enough to slide an arm through it..." he was getting analytical already.

"Bri, I'm phoning the-"

He dragged me towards the door, "Look. There's not a single sign of forced entry anywhere on the door, not a scratch."

I looked and he was right, there seemed to be no actual evidence that anyone had tried to break in.

"What are you saying?" I swallowed.

He stood up straight and looked at me, "I'm saying I think who ever took all our stuff...had a key." He shifted awkwardly.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "The only people who have a key is me, you, Rog and Deaky. I doubt those two would steal our own stuff." I shook my head at him and then like the dawn of realisation started to drown me I stared coldly into his eyes, speaking through gritted teeth, "Don't you dare tell me you gave him a key." I spat.

He stepped back from me, looking very guilty, he nodded timidly, "I-I gave him one when...when we were together." He wiped his forehead as he had broken out into a nervous sweat.

I turned around and growled loudly, "Well it will be him whose taken everything then! It'll be his pathetic little way of getting his own back for me throwing him out of my house!"

Now the flood of emotions had hit, sadness that my beloved piano had been a stolen along with everything else, but most of all raging fucking anger, how dare he. Take all of our valuable equipment and instruments, let himself into our property when he had nothing to do with any of us anymore.

"Well we need to go over there and get it back." I started to storm out and again, Brian pulled me back.

"I'll go." He warned.

I scoffed, "And I'll go too. It's about time I finally gave him a piece of my mind. Fucking bastard. I hope he leaves the fucking country. And I'm still phoning the police on him when we get there." I was on a wild rampage, storming to Brian's car, I called back at him, "Don't bother locking the door, there's nothing else left to fucking steal!" I yelled across the car park and slammed the car door, punching the glove box.

He finally got in the car too and we set off towards my house that he was still wrongly living in, "You're waiting in the car." He ordered.

"I am not. If I leave you to sort him out you'll either walk away without our shit because you feel sorry for him or you'll end up getting back together, one of the two." I said, regretting it as soon as it left my mouth. I hope he knows I wasn't serious, but I still didn't think Brian could ever just forget about Charlie.

He never said a word back to me until we rolled up outside the house, the new 'To Let' sign in the front garden had been ragged down, probably by him. I was going to make sure I would put that back up before I left.

I jumped out of the car and stormed up the path.

"Freddie! Wait." Brian called after me but I shook my head, chuntering expletives as I neared the door, I didn't knock, it was my house. I had a key.

Hands shaking from anger I managed to unlock the door just before Brian snatched it away from me, I booted it open and low and behold, lining both sides of the hallway were the guitars that were ours. That he had stolen from us.

"Ho, Ho fucking, Ho. Santa Claus is here to take back his shit that you stole!" I bellowed through the house, every breath I took sounding more like a growl.

Brian walked into the house and laid eyes on our stuff, "Ugh, I knew it..." I heard him whisper under his breath.

I listened but heard silence, I turned back to Brian, "Well start putting things in the car!" I urged, I felt guilty for shouting at him and for saying that about him and Charlie, but you couldn't expect me to behave as if I was on top of the world when our belongings had been stolen by vermin.

He nodded and starting to grab the guitars, running to the car.

"Get your fucking arse down here you coward!" I shouted. I didn't for one second think he wasn't home, I knew he was here, he just didn't want to face us.

I waited whilst Brian came back and took more stuff to the car, finally, staring at the top of the stairs I saw I figure start to emerge, slinking his way down the stairs as if he was some kind of royalty with a dressing gown on, looking as smug as ever.

My hands had curled into fists as I stared at him, it took all of my energy and self control not to lunge at him.

"Santa? You're a little early. Or is that I've been a terribly good boy?" He giggled.

I ignored his slimy voice and the way he was posing on the stair case, "Would you like to explain yourself to me before you have to do it to the police?"

He shrugged, motioning to all of our things strewn all over his house and filling every room that I could see, "Well seeing as though I need to pay my rent I needed to make some more money. I thought I'd help myself, sell some stuff along, surely you don't need all of this." He sipped on a drink he had in his hand.

I pulled a disgusted face, Brian was stood in the doorway watching all of this unfurl, he didn't have the guts to say anything to Charlie, he didn't really hate him as much as he made out. "Are you alright up here?!" I tapped my head, "Who the fuck do you think you are?! Letting yourself into our studio and taking our things, everything. You have nothing to do with us, Charlie. Just because you were some kind of slut who just so happened to sleep with Brian it does not mean you are in any way associated with any of us anymore. You're a fucking thief. You dirty...little...prick."
He raised his eyebrows and pretend to sweep his hair out of his eyes, sucking his cheeks in, "If you don't mind, we'll be taking all of this back with us. I don't want your fucking rent, get out. You lay your greasy little cum stained fingers on anything and I'll fucking break them." I snarled.

He sighed dramatically, leaning against a wall now, "Oh fine, Freddie you take everything back. I don't need the rest of it anyway. I made more than enough money selling your...piano." He raised one eyebrow at me.

I lunged at him. Gripping his dressing gowns neck and pinning him against a wall, he dropped whatever he was drinking out of his hand, I heard it smash on the floor, the smug smile had vanished now, instead, he looked deliciously petrified.

Every sentence I spoke I banged his body against the wall, my grip tightening, I could have easily strangled him and enjoyed it.

I could hear Brian in the background, "Yes, hello. Police, please." He'd finally found something useful to do.

"You better go running to get my piano back then haven't you. That instrument means more to me than being fucked up the arse means to you. And that must mean an awful fucking lot if it drove you to cheat on him." I pointed to Brian. "You need to leave this house today, Charlie. Get out, leave the town and don't you dare bother any of us again. Leave Brian alone, he doesn't and never did love you."

Even in his discomfort as I was still pinning him against the wall with the scruff of his neck he began to cackle arrogantly, "He's obsessed with me. He can't get enough. He was only screaming out my name in ecstasy three nights ago."

I threw him. Taking his dressing gown, launching him across the hallway, he slid over the floor and tried to scramble away but I put a foot on his ankle and bent down to him.

"He wouldn't touch you. You're absolutely disgusting. To get to him you have to go through me." I hissed in his face, jabbing him in the chest.

"Why? Are...are you two seeing each other?!" He cackled.

"We just might be. Not that it's any of your business." I wanted to rub it in.

He started to laugh hysterically, "That'll never work out! Brian told me he would never date you because your too much like hard work. You're nothing but a rebound for him!"

"Get...the fuck...out." I seethed, picking him up by his dressing gown once more and dragging him out of the house, pushing him so he fell on to the grass outside.

Just as I followed him out, I heard police sirens, relieved that he was going to be taken away so I wouldn't have to battle with him anymore. I watched as blue flashing lights got closer and screeched to a stop outside the house.

Two police cars, each having two policemen pile out of them.

"Here, keep him." I yelled, pointing to the  pile of Charlie on the floor, I started to back away, loving the sight of him being put into handcuffs and dragged away, I turned around, ready to start piling more of our stuff into Bri's car.

I suddenly felt a pair of hands pin my arms behind my back.

"Woah, hey?!" I tried to fight back.

I felt cold things around my wrists, "Freddie Mercury, I'm arresting you for assault." A deep, gruff voice said down my neck, dragging me away to the other police car.

"What?!" I panicked.

I looked over to the doorway of the house to see Brian mouthing "Sorry..." at me.

I gasped, "Brian?!" I yelled before being shoved into the back of the police car.