Roger's P.O.V.

I sighed heavily and turned around away from the door in which John had just stormed out of. I would've gone after him, but after experience, I knew that would only make him worse. I know he just needed to cool off a bit. He'll come back.

"Care to explain?" A voice from the top of the stairs startled me.

Shit.

Brian was stood looking down at me with an unamused expression on his face.

I shook my head, "No, not really." I walked back into the kitchen, panicking. Please for the love of god tell me he'd not heard everything. The last thing I wanted was for Brian to find out about my pathetic little guilty crush for Freddie which wasn't even a serious thing! It was the equivalent to having a bit of a crush on a TV presenter or something. It was nothing. But of course, living in this house with these people, nothing was ever just nothing.

And Jesus Christ, I don't want to be the cause of an argument between Brian and Fred, especially not after they finally went on a date. It's not like I was envious, I was really happy for them but I just know things would get blown out of context. I just need to forget about him and focus on my own boyfriend.

I heard him run down the stairs and into the kitchen behind me, "No. Come on, Rog. I'm not going to get rudely awakened by the door slamming shut! He's not stormed out like that just to get milk from the shop has he." He eyed me up, knowing full well he was right as he slipped on to a stool at the breakfast bar.

I glared at him, although I had to hide my relief, the door slam had woken him up, not our arguing, he'd not heard a thing. But now I had to curveball and either lie about what we had been arguing about or tell him he had in fact gone to the shop.

I couldn't tell him the truth, because of Freddie and because of John arguing with me about talking about him behind his back.

I was stuck, I had to lie. To keep the peace.

"Just a disagreement." I shrugged.

"About?" He pushed, ruffling his bed headed curls.

"I don't know..." I lied.

"You don't know? You must know what you were arguing about for him to rush out like that." His eyebrows furrowed.

Brian wasn't usually the nosy type. He let people get on with their lives without any questions, he'd ask the odd one but he wasn't one of those people who wanted to know everything about everyone. So I knew he only meant well and was only trying to help with him trying to get it out of me.

"He...he doesn't think I'm paying enough attention to him..." I whispered.

There. Not entirely a curveball. Almost the truth.

"Not enough attention?! Is he mad?" Bri chuckled.

Of course, from the outside looking in on mine and Deaky's relationship, Bri would think that John has all of my attention. Because we are together constantly. He just doesn't know about the cheeky glances I give our frontman once in a while.

But realistically. My attention was all on Deaky.

"I know but...I feel awful. I don't know what else I can do. We went out last night and we had a good time. It was just us two..." I leaned against the work surface in a sulk.

"I'd try talk to him when he comes back, see what it is that he wants from you. Y'know, you can always tell me and Fred to piss off if you think we're interfering too much." He smiled, he still looked sleepy.

I know exactly what he wants from me, Bri...

I chuckled at his last statement, "You're only trying to help most of the time. Anyway, how did it go last night?" I waggled my eyebrows at him, hastily trying to change the topic.

He broke into a cheesy grin and his cheeks turned pink, "It was amazing. It honestly couldn't have gone any better. Thank you...for shoving him in the taxi..." he giggled.

I beamed at him and rushed to sit opposite him, "He wanted to go really. I think he would've gone even if we didn't make him. Oh, Bri, I'm so excited for you!" I grinned.

"We did this thing...it was Freddie really but it was genius...he...he introduced himself to me as if we'd never met before and we carried that on. As if we'd not known each other for years. It worked brilliantly, Rog, we were talking about things we'd never ever talked about before. It was lovely. Actually like we were strangers."

My eyes widened at their strange tactic but thinking about it, it did sound genius, especially for those two, "That's so clever..." I marvelled.

"I feel like I should take him to The Ritz again, be worth it just to see him in a tux for a second time." He bit his lip, smiling naughtily.

"Brian you devil! You liked what you saw then?" I giggled.

He nodded furiously, "He looked..." he words failed him and he just nodded in approval again.

"Are you going out again?" I asked excitedly.

"I think so. Nothing is planned yet. I said I'd phone him...considering he wants to do things properly, I feel like I should actually phone him...as if I don't live here...just to keep playing along with his plan." He smiled thoughtfully.

"That's such a cute idea! You have to, he'll die." I laughed, imagining Freddie's reddening face once he realises what's going on when Brian phones him from elsewhere.

He nodded, "Alright. I'll see what I can do."

I sighed happily, "Oh, I'm so happy for you both. I never thought anything would actually materialise when you consider all the drama that's happened."

"Tell me about it, Rog. Neither did I. I never thought I would admit to liking him in the first place. I tried to ignore him because I didn't think we'd ever work out giving me and him always argued and could never get along. We still might not work out...but I'm actually willing to give it a solid go and not completely disregard him now." He said, bashfully.

"Brian you sickly git. He's making you all soppy!" I pretended to gag but we both laughed together.

"I can't help it! He's just...different to how he normally is." He shrugged.

"How so?" I stared at him like a little girl getting to know all the hot gossip.

He smiled, "He was quiet and...shy. It was...cute. So much different to how he usually is."

"That, Brian, is the real Freddie." I nodded at him slowly.

After being so close with Fred for such a long time and having him round at my house all the time before we all lived together, we spent a lot of time with it being just the two of us, I got to know the real Freddie, the shy, quiet and very intellectual being. It was different to how the rest of the world saw him. That part of him was just like his makeup, at the end of the day, he just washed it off.

He looked at me as if he wasn't sure if he should believe me or not, "So...did you smooch?" I winked and watched his cheeks turn crimson.

He hid his face, shaking his head, "No. He gave me prior warning that there would be absolutely no kissing on the first date. But he would consider holding hands." He grinned.

"Did you hold hands?!" I leaned forward.

"For all of three measly seconds. Yes." He shrugged, turning redder by the second.

I squealed, slapping the table, "I can't believe this is happening!"

After casual conversation, Brian made himself some breakfast whilst I went upstairs to get changed, a small smile seemed to be stuck on my face when I thought about Freddie and Brian...but as soon as I remembered the argument that happened with John this morning...I felt an immense amount of guilt.

He was right. All the time I had been talking to Brian about their date I had...totally forgotten about John.

I was such a shit boyfriend.

I needed to make it up to him. I needed to prove to him somehow that he was the centre of my attention and that...I didn't think the sex was shit.

I sat on the bed, groaning with my face in my hands. How do I get out of this?
Maybe I should take him away for a couple of days, just the two of us? To really show him.

That idea made me start thinking of possible places we could go, the beach would be nice...I couldn't afford to take us both abroad but somewhere nearby I could probably handle. The ideas where whizzing around my head that I completely ignored the phone ringing downstairs.

Besides, Brian answered it.

I could take him to Brighton? It was nice there, it's not too far away either...only an hour or so outside of London.

"Roger?!" Brian shouted from downstairs.

I jumped, "Yeah?!" I shouted back.

"Phone!"

I ran to the top of the stairs, "Who is it? I mouthed.

"It's John...he sounds...distressed." He stammered, holding the phone out to me.

I ran down the stairs, already panicking I answered, "John? John, are you alright?" I rushed.

There was a pause, "Rog...c-can you meet me?"