Roger's P.O.V.

"Wakey wakey, Sleepyhead." I felt soft strokes on my hair as I began to come around from my slumber, flickering my eyes open and being greeted by the softly smiling face of Deaky.

There was no better sight to wake up to.

I smiled sleepily, rolling over and throwing an arm around him, wanting five more minutes and a cuddle.

"Hey, come on. We have to go." He giggled softly and peeled my arm off him, I looked properly now to see him already dressed.

I rubbed my eyes, "Why...?"

"Because we're going home." He held up the weekend bag I had packed for us a couple of days ago, he'd also packed everything up ready and left a pile of clothes out for me to wear now.

"What's the hurry?" I sat up now, raking my fingers through my hair.

"It's too early for anyone to be on the reception. You heard what I said to Becky yesterday, we're not bloody paying for our stay." He shook his head stubbornly.

I raised my eyebrows, "Don't be silly, we can't just leave without paying." I got out of bed reluctantly and pulled on the clothes.

"Yes we can. And we're going to. Nobody will know." He shrugged, an evil smile on his face.

"Becky will. She'll tell her boss." I answered matter of factly.

He shrugged again, "And if she does what then? They don't know our address or our phone number."

"Yes but they know who we are. It's not rocket science to track us down." Was he insane?

"Oh come on, Roger. Live a little."

"Live a little?" I repeated, amused.

This was a crazy idea but Becky had made our stay here rather awful. Why should we pay? And he looked genuinely excited about it, who was I to fade his sparkle?

I sighed, "Fine. You better have a good plan."

We immediately grabbed the overnight bag, not wanting to waste one valuable second, it sounded easy, we just walk out, right? Nobody will suspect a thing.

Once we had reached the bottom floor and the exit was in sight, I grabbed John's hand as we peered around the corner to see if anybody was working on the desk yet, the atmosphere was deadly silent, there seemed to be nobody about.

"So, what's your plan?" I whispered to him.

"Just fucking run for it." He replied, "Go!"

He started to drag me and we ran straight for the door, pushing it open and out into the streets, he was right, it was too early for anyone to be working yet, we had escaped without paying for our stay and it felt really fucking good.

We jogged to our cars and I pressed him up against his car, "That was very rebellious, John Deacon." I purred.

He bit his lip, grinning, "It was a bit, wasn't it. It was easy though." He said, his hands on my arse.

"Almost too easy." I kissed his lovely lips and smacked his bum before walking to my car, I wished we could be in the same car but as we both had ours, we couldn't just leave one here. "I'll follow you?"

"Yeah, okay." He smiled, winking at me before he got into the drivers seat and I did the same.

We began to drive off, giving that ghastly hotel one last glance before it faded into the distance. What a weird couple of days away this had been, I really didn't think that our argument would be resolved what with having issues with Becky. But it turned out to all work out for the better and things couldn't be more perfect.

The drive home was an hour or so but we stopped off for some breakfast in a little cafe, "I'll be right back." I gave him a peck on the cheek once I saw a newsagents across the road, I'd forgotten about this whole newspaper hullabaloo and once I saw the shop and remembered about it, I just had to go in and check to see if we were anywhere on the papers.

"Grab us a pack of chewing gum will you?" Deaks called after me, just finishing his breakfast.

"Sure!" I called back and jogged across the street.

Once again, walking straight to the newspapers and magazines, I saw that today's papers were already out, I studied the front covers and none of us were anywhere to be seen, quickly flicking through each one as fast as I could whilst sill skimming over the words, five minutes later, I was confident that Becky was all mouth and had never contacted the press in the first place. She probably didn't even have the brains to know how to work that bloody telephone.

Relieved, I backed away and bought a packet of chewing gum for John and a chocolate bar for me.

When I exited the shop, Deaky was already waiting for me, leaning against the bonnet of his car, looking like some fine piece of arse.

"Hey." I tossed him the chewing gum and we both got back into our cars.

Soon enough we both pulled up outside our house, I smiled, it was good to be home. I was looking forward to catching up with Bri and Fred.

Although, I found it strange to see Brian's car parked outside, I was sure that they would be at the studio.

I followed Deaky into the house and we dropped what we were carrying in the hallway for the time being.

We both walked into the living room towards the kitchen, gagging for a cup of tea when low and behold, Brian was in. He wasn't at the studio.

"Ahh, you're back..." he half smiled, clutching a cup of tea as he sat at the breakfast bar.

I grinned at him, ruffling his hair as I passed, "Yeah, sorry I forgot to phone, bet you haven't missed us too much though." I giggled, flicking on the kettle whilst John got out our mugs and two tea bags.

"Nice stay?" He mumbled.

"It was nice. Bit awkward though, had some weird encounters didn't we." John chuckled.

"Yeah..." I agreed, eyeing up Brian suspiciously. "Why aren't you at the studio?" I asked, they should be there, we're running out of time for the album.

"Umm...n-not a lot to do. Wanted to wait until you two were back." He was hiding something.

"I told you Freddie will be whittling." Deaks nudged me in the ribs.

"Where's Fred? Is he at the studio?"

Both me and Deaks were watching him suspiciously now, he was sat with his back to us and he sounded so monotone and worried, something had to be wrong. Deaky had cottoned on now too, he was also giving me a weird look as if to say, what's up with him?

"No..." Bri almost whispered.

"Well, is he upstairs?" I pushed.

"No."

"Don't lie to me, Bri. He has to be!" I chuckled, wanting to lighten the mood. I jogged over the the bottom of the stairs, "Freddie?! We're home!" I called.

"Roger. He's not home." Bri said, through gritted teeth.

I went back in and stared at him, "Then...where is he?"

Brian looked down and stared at the table, "He's...he's in custody."

Deaky started to laugh, "Shut up, Brian!"

But from where John was stood, he couldn't see Brian's face like I could, he was very pale, anxious.

He wasn't lying.

"Custody?" I whispered.

John's smile fell once he heard my tone of voice.

I rushed over to the breakfast bar and sat opposite him, "What for? What the fucks happened?!"

Brian sighed shakily and shook his head, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Brian! Tell us." I ordered, John now sat beside him.

"It's my fault. I've fucked everything up. He stole everything and...he was mad at Freddie and Freddie was mad at him and they started to fight...only a bit but, I-I called the police, told them we had a burglar and...I wanted to protect Freddie...I thought the police could protect him...but..." he was panicking and had to pause, "...but I told the police they were fighting and then...then Freddie got arrested...for assault. He's been there since yesterday morning..." he swallowed hard.

I found it so hard to process his jumbled up words, he wasn't making any sense, Freddie wouldn't fight anyone, surely.

"Who stole what? Whose he?" Deaky asked soothingly, he was so much better at keeping his cool than I was, I felt on the verge of exploding right now.

He whimpered, "Charlie."

My heart fell into my stomach, now it was beginning to make more sense, especially since Freddie despised him and one word would have tipped him over the edge, even the sound of his name made my hackles rise, "Start from the beginning, Brian." I growled, knowing this was as bad as it all seemed.

He sighed nervously, pushing his hair out of his face, "The first night you two were away we decided to have another date...just dinner here. And then half way through Charlie knocks on the door, Freddie had given him only a few weeks to get out of his house as he's not paid his rent for three months and that meant he could throw him out, so Charlie comes around here to beg for another chance, Freddie of course says no, he pounced on me and tried to get me to help but I got rid of him. I really thought that was the last I'd see of him. I was so happy Freddie had kicked him out..."

That little legend. I knew the day would come when Freddie would make Charlie leave.

Brian carried on, "Everything was fine until we got to the studio yesterday morning. We walked in...everything was gone. I mean everything. Your drum kit, your bass, Deaks. It was just an empty room."

My eyes had widened and my breathing quicker, we had actually been burgled?!

"I figured it out...there was no sign anywhere of forced entry so the only explanation was that somebody with a key to the studio had let themselves in..."

"You'd given him a key." Deaky said matter of factly, disappointment in his voice.

He nodded sheepishly.

I stood up, "Idiot! That was his own back for Freddie kicking him out?!" I yelled.

Again, Brian nodded.

"Motherfucker!"

"So at this point, Freddie is absolutely furious, he was scaring me he was that mad. W-We drove over to Charlie's place and Freddie lets himself in, all of our stuff is piled high in his house, everything."

"What the fuck does he want with our stuff?!" John cursed.

"Nothing. Just to get back at us...so Freddie shouts through the house whilst I start loading the car and then Charlie appears and it all kicks off, Freddie is saying some awful things to him."

"So he should do. He's fucking scum." I snarled.

"And then it all turns worse when Charlie says he took our stuff so he could make some money for his rent...he said he'd already sold Freddie's piano. He just cracked and threw Charlie to the ground, dragged him outside...and then the police arrived."

I was pacing the room, absolutely seething, none of this was Freddie's fault, he reacted like anybody would after having their shit stolen.

"Wait. So Freddie and Charlie didn't actually have a fight? Freddie just dragged him outside?" Deaks questioned, speaking what I was thinking.

"But the police just so happened to show up when he was dragging him out so to them, i-it looked like assault." Bri whimpered.

"Why didn't you stop them from taking him away?! Why didn't you help him, Brian?!" I shouted.

"Because when I was on the phone I'd already said they were fighting...I panicked."

"You told them?! You lied!" Deaks suddenly said in outrage.

"We got all our stuff back..." Bri stuttered.

"Yes. Everything apart from Freddie!" I spat.

"That...and Charlie has actually sold Freddie's piano..." Brian had his face buried in his hands.

"Fuckinghell. That was his favourite thing in the world." Deaky cringed.

"Well then you better fucking get him a new one then, haven't you! It's your fault he's in custody, Brian! Who the fuck were you actually protecting? Freddie? Or Charlie? Because to me if you wanted to protect somebody you wouldn't tell the fucking police a lie about something THEY DIDN'T DO." I bellowed through the house, shaking with anger.

"I know, I've ruined everything." His bottom lip was trembling.

I was in no mood for sugar coating his feelings, "Yes you have. And you might as well wave bye bye to ever going on another date with him."

"Roger." Deaks gave me a stern voice.

"What? I wouldn't want to carry on dating somebody who threw me in prison." I shrugged smugly.

"So what's happening now?" Deaky asked, he was the sensible one for asking questions right now.

"I don't know..." Brian whispered.

"Well, what did they say when you went down to the police station?" He pushed.

"I...I haven't been." Brian dared not look at either of us.

Now blood boiled over, "You haven't been? You mean you haven't been to see him down at the police station?! He's been down there on his own since yesterday morning?! AND YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TO SEE HIM?!"

"That's fucking ridiculous, Brian." Deaky shook his head.

"I'm scared. He'll hate me!" He looked agonised.

"Yeah. Damn fucking right he will." I spat.

"He's probably a lot more scared than you, Brian. Being held in a cell all night on his own, he was probably expecting you to go get him out, not just stay away because you're scared." Deaky said, standing up.

I grabbed my coat.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked, on the verge of tears.

"I'm going to go bale out my best friend, Brian. Something you should've done 10 minutes after he got thrown in there. You can come if you like and explain yourself to him." I shot him daggers, a tear ran down his cheek as he silently shook his head.

"I'm coming." John said, going to the door to grab his shoes.

I was about to leave the room when I turned to say one last thing to him, "You need to grow some balls. He's not as indestructible as you think he is. And you need to get your priorities straight because you obviously still have feelings for that cunt, you need to choose, Brian. Freddie, or Charlie."

"Freddie, always." Brian choked.

"Then start to make it look obvious, because right now it's looking like the other one." I shook my head at him before leaving and slamming the door behind us.