Roger's P.O.V.

After that huge news I just couldn't play my drum piece properly. I had bigger things on my mind right now than playing the drums. Although the instruments were a strong love of mine I just didn't want to play at the moment.

What I did want to do. Was walk over to John and kiss him. Which I could do now. Now that's he's gay.

He's gay.

I couldn't believe it, it was like all my dreams and wishes had come true! I actually could have a chance with being with him. Someone whom I'm in complete adoration of. Who I was head over heels for!

All I had to do now was make sure that he liked me. That was now the biggest hurdle.

What if he didn't like me?

I stared at him longingly through the booth window as he fiddled about with the soundboard.

I would have to keep myself under strict self control when we all moved in together and John was living in the same house as me. It would take all my strength to not let myself wander into his bedroom at night and slip into bed with him...

I tapped myself on the head with a drumstick in an aim to rid myself of these distractions.

"You are just not getting this today are you..." I suddenly heard John mumble into my headphones, talking about my drum playing.

"Sorry...I've got a lot on my mind right now." I couldn't stop a small smile from forming on my lips.

I heard him chuckle.

I wanted to comfort him so desperately and tell him it was okay. Y'know, to be gay and all. I knew he still thought he was doing wrong. I knew that his parents didn't agree with homosexuality and no doubt that thought lingering in the back of his mind wasn't doing him any favours.

But I wanted him to know that he'll always have me, Fred and Bri.

"Okay, one more time. You better nail this one." John said.

I watched him speak, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the delicate and fragile being. I wanted to wrap him up in cotton wool.

My sensitive side was overcoming me, I needed to go in there and do something, the urge was strong and I couldn't stop it.

I yanked off the headphones and slammed down my drumsticks and paced to the door that lead into the booth where Deaky was.

I knew he was watching me and I knew he was confused.

I pulled open the door and shut it behind me. There was a short silent pause as I didn't yet face him, but he was staring at me. I messed with my hair, something I did when I was nervous yet, I was hardly ever nervous.
I drew in a short, sharp breath before turning to him a lot quicker than intended.

I made eye contact with him and everything I was about to say just disappeared into the atmosphere as if nothing was there in the first place. My breathing was heavy as my chest heaved with every lungful of oxygen I inhaled as I stared deep into the eyes of John Deacon.

He was making no effort to look away from mine.

"That's why Freddie couldn't tell me..." I whispered, that sentence was not what I was intending to say.
"He told me we had to figure it out between ourselves...he told me to talk to you. That's why he sent us both in here...you told him last night...didn't you. Fred already knows...doesn't he..." These thoughts were somehow being spoken from my mouth as I pieced everything together.

"Yeah...I told Fred last night..." Deaky admitted, "I'm sorry..."

"Sorry?" I rushed closer to him and bent down next to him, "No! No...don't be sorry Deaks! I'm proud of you." I nodded, smiling now.

He looked down at me as I was lower than he was now, he side smiled and looked away bashfully. He was fucking adorable.

"Thanks Rog...Fred was great..." he whispered.

"Freddie has been great this whole week, I've been piling all my problems on him and he's been bloody marvellous. His level head is a god send." I giggled.

"Me too...I mean, Christ, he's let me move in with him!"

"He's a gem. I need to give something back to him, he's sorting out all my problems, he came to see you for me, and then he's still struggling with his situation with Brian. I have to help him with that."

"I'll help too but...he told me Brian's got a girlfriend, how are we going to work around that?" Deaky asked.

I shrugged, "I don't know, we'll figure something out."

There was a short pause in our conversation, I was itching to ask John if he liked anyone.

"Are you going to have another bash at the drums?" He asked.

"Yeah, I will in a minute. So, you got your eyes on anyone then?" I smiled mischievously at him.

He gasped and looked away almost immediately. Well, if that wasn't a tell tale sign that he did I don't know what was.

"Sort of..." he answered.

Oh please be me.

"Oh yeah?! Do I know them?" My smile was growing.

He lips pursed and he looked down, he nodded slowly, this made my heart thud even harder.

"Let me just get the obvious out of the way, is it Fred or Brian?" I asked.

He chuckled, "No!"

Thank god.

I wanted to ask if it was me. But I didn't want him to think I was joking and then laugh it off without answering. I didn't want to put him on the spot. I didn't want to ask him and make him so embarrassed to the point he says no even if the answer is yes.

Okay, Roger. Stop getting ahead of yourself mate, you can't let yourself believe he likes you. When he more than likely doesn't.

"Mack?" I asked, wanting to list some others first before addressing myself.

He gave me a sarcastic side stare, "He's married."

"So? Doesn't mean you can't like him." I shrugged.

"Taylor!" He said, outraged.

I giggled at his response.
"Okay so judging by that comment it's not somebody who is married or in a relationship?" I hinted.

"Correct." He grinned.

Me. I wasn't married. I wasn't in a relationship! Oh please.

"Ross?" Again, I avoided myself.

"He's old enough to be my dad." Deaky grimaced.

"So...somebody relatively young then?"

"Yeah, I guess so." He nodded.

Me.

I sighed trying to think of someone else before listing myself.

"Umm...Peter?"

He shook his head, "He's not really my type."

"What is your type?" I jumped at the opportunity to ask him this.

He groaned leaning back in his chair, "Ugh I don't know really! Tall...funny...easygoing..."

"Hair colour?" I pushed.

He shot me daggers with his eyes, "Any...I think I prefer light hair though."

I have light hair! 

"Eye colour?" I was trying so hard not to sound desperate.

"I don't...I don't really mind. I do like blue though..." He shrugged.

I could feel an explosion building up inside me.

I HAD BLUE EYES!

Okay. Now. Now I had to ask if it was me!

"Umm, alright then, is it m-!"

"Roger?! Have you done that bloody drum piece yet I'm going fucking grey waiting for that, bloodyhell!"

Suddenly the door swung open and Freddie strolled in, interrupting my very important question.

I groaned loudly, not bothering to hide my frustration, he couldn't have burst in here at a worse time.

Fred did a double take at me when he heard me groan, "The fuck is wrong with you?"

"No. I haven't done that bloody drum piece yet, Fred because I'm a shit player today..." I reeled off as I put my hands on Freddie's chest and began to shove him out the room as he stumbled backwards, I kept walking forwards, still pushing him and guiding him around a corner away from John.

"Are you for fucking real?!" I hissed at him.

He looked a little taken aback, hurt, maybe at my outrage, I felt instantly guilty for shouting at him, "What...?" He asked innocently.

I put my hands on his shoulders now and hung my head low, "Sorry...you just interrupted, I was about to ask Deaky if he likes me..."

I saw his eyebrows raise and his head turn slightly, I could see his two front teeth sticking out over his bottom lip as they were slightly parted...it was seriously cute.

For fuck sake, Roger. Stop complimenting Freddie.

"Well in that case...I'm dreadfully sorry. And I now know why the drum piece isn't done. I knew sending you both in here would be a good idea. Thanking me would go down a little better than shouting at me, Rog." He smiled, knowing he'd done well.

I grinned now, nodding my head, "Thank you, Fred. You've done good. I still can't believe he's gay!" I whispered excitedly.

"I had a feeling he was..." he shrugged.

"You did?! Why didn't you say?!"

He looked around quickly in case John was standing somewhere, "Because I didn't know for certain."

"You did last night."

"Yes. But I wanted you to find out for yourself. And wasn't that a good idea? You can pat me on the back if you like." He said smugly, flipping his hair out of his face.

I grinned, shaking my head at his cockiness. "I'll buy you a drink instead tonight."

"I expect many. I've done all your dirty work for you. The love of your life is gay so fucking jump at the chance at shagging him. I've still got to work on mine."

My mouth dropped open and I punched him on the arm at the crude comment. "Shut up! I'm going to help you out with Brian okay?"

He gasped as he remembered something, he rubbed his arm that I had just punched as he spoke, "I don't think he has a girlfriend. Where he's been going...its a second job. To earn more money! I think it's his boss. They could still be together but...I have a feeling they're not."

I looked at him wide eyed. "We have to find out!"

"Yes we do! But you have to find out if Deaky likes you. Now go on! And then do the fucking drum piece."

"Alright alright. I'll report back."

"You better!" He called as he walked out of the recording room.

I sauntered back into the booth to John.

"Is it Mike?" I delved in straight away, wanting to list one more person before listing myself.

"You're eager aren't you! No, not Mike." He giggled.

He wasn't looking at me as he was playing about with the soundboard. I licked my dry lips, I wanted to sound  jokey but serious at the same time when I said it. I watched him for a few moments. Took a deep breath.

"Umm...okay then, is it me?" I grinned, wanting to mask the sheer nerves that was racking inside me.