Brian's P.O.V.

My eyes flickered open groggily as the daylight was hitting my face.

I instantly felt like death. Seriously hungover.

My mouth felt like a carpet and was desperate for a drink, I could guzzle a full reservoir of water.

My head was pounding and my ears were ringing so loudly from the loud music of the clubs last night.

I felt sick but I was also hungry. But every thought of food wanted to make me vomit.

I couldn't remember a single thing from last night. I remember slight things until we got to a club...Round 4, was it? And then after that...the night didn't exist for me. I couldn't recall a single thing.

I couldn't remember getting back to the hotel, nor could I remember getting into bed.

I was just grateful I did wake up in bed in my own hotel room and not on the street somewhere in town.

I groaned quietly and turned around, ready to allow myself to drift off to sleep for another hour or so...but I felt something...unfamiliar...in the bed.

I snapped my head towards the thing blocking my way and instantly went into panic mode.

With his back towards me and his hair strewn across the pillow, his peaceful inhale and exhale of his breath and his faint scent of cologne...was Freddie.
Still soundly asleep.

I was frozen, just staring at his jet black hair.

What the hell was he doing? I'd told him I didn't want to share the bed. I thought we'd settled it that he would sleep in the bath or even back on the bus?

Why was he in bed with me?!

It wasn't the biggest bed in the world and we were not the smallest people in the world...things had to have been snug. We had to have touched.

Little bastard. I wanted to shove him out and tell him off. What happened? Did he sneak in when I was still asleep and just thought he'd share the bed with me?

I doubt I would have let him sleep here last night. Even if I was seriously drunk. I wouldn't, I just know it.

I tried to chill myself out. Cool it, Bri. We just slept. We got in drunk and fell asleep before we could do anything else. It was harmless. It's not his fault.
The bath was probably incredibly uncomfortable to sleep in anyway.

My hand just happened to brush over my naked groin as I moved my arm, careful not to touch Fred.

But then. Another stroke of panic. I could hear my heart hammering as I realised.

Naked groin?!

I quickly and subtly lifted the duvet up a little to look down at my body.

I nearly screamed out and had to clamp a hand over my mouth.

I glanced at Freddie and then down at myself again.

What the fuck?!

Naked. I was completely naked. Where were my boxers? Why wasn't I wearing any?! I always wear boxers to bed, even when completely sober, always!

Pure panic mixed with confusion and still a huge excess of spare alcohol still sitting uncomfortably in my stomach made a severe wave of nausea wash through me and I had to quickly get up and rush to the toilet to throw up.

I pushed the door closed and upchucked my guts, the taste of last nights alcohol disgusting me but it didn't bring back any more memories about what happened and when.

I stood again, gasping for breath and shaking uncontrollably, I wasn't sure if it was because I was cold or hated being sick. I flushed the toilet and suddenly there was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

"Bri? Are you alright?" A groggy and half asleep voice asked.

I panicked again, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist as I was still naked.

I still felt dreadful but managed to croak out a "Yeah..." really hoping he wouldn't come in.

But the door opened slowly and Freddie poked his head around the door, his eyes still only half open and his voice thick with tiredness.

"Oh, Darling...you're awfully pale." He cooed, shuffling into the bathroom.

I looked at him, he was still wearing his underwear...unless he'd only just put them back on.

Thoughts of what could have happened last night made a cold shiver run down my spine and I could feel my mouth filling with saliva as my body obviously wanted rid of all this alcohol inside of me.

I leaned over the toilet again as I threw up for the second time.

I felt Fred scrape back my hair and rub my back, "Come on, babe. Get it all up." He soothed.

Any other given situation I would have shoved him away and demanded he told me what happened, but the current situation made me the equivalent to a vulnerable child and honestly, although I really didn't want to, I welcomed his sympathy.

Once my guts were emptied for a second time, he reached and flushed the toilet whilst I struggled to stand back up, he was ready and waiting with a glass of water.

I still felt a little drunk but so very ill.

I gulped down some of the water. I eyed him up, he was leaning against the wall, his eyes drifting closed, he quite clearly needed to go back to bed.

Would it be cruel of me to make him sleep in the bath now?

I also felt like I needed to go back to bed for a little while but knew for a fact I wouldn't be able to sleep until I knew why the fuck I had been sleeping next to Freddie naked.

"Wh-what happened last night?" I stammered, nervously.

A little smile flashed across his face as his eyes remained closed.
"What didn't happen..." he giggled a little.

"Tell me."

"Charlie fucking turned up and tried to claim you back. I took you down an alley way. John practically passed out. We completed a ghastly drinking challenge. Pretty much lost all control of ourselves." His voice was croaky...actually, it was rather attractive.

I vaguely remembered Charlie turning up but the rest was a mystery. But he didn't tell me what I wanted to hear.

"No...what happened when...we got back?" I was staring at him desperately.

"You mean when we got back only three hours ago?"

Jesus, only three hours? No wonder he was practically falling asleep stood up in front of me.

"Yeah..." I whispered.

"Well I needed a piss but you wouldn't let me in the room. Told me to fight you. I didn't by the way but I did have to give your balls a squeeze to get you out of the way and then, well..." he opened his eyes and smirked at me, "It happened."

My heart beat was so fucking loud in my ears I couldn't properly concentrate on his words, okay, I was playing with him last night, an innocent squeeze to the balls I could deal with, I would probably do the same to him.

But what was it happened?

I gulped hard, "What happened?"

He smile fell and he lifted his head off the wall to look at me properly, he stepped closer to me.

"What do you mean, what happened?" His voice was little and he sounded hurt.

"Why the fuck did I wake up naked. Next to you?!" I hissed, my palms sweating.

He stared at me in disbelief and looked like he could actually cry, he scoffed in bewilderment, looking down briefly and then looking back at me, he was very close now and I could see the betrayal in his brown eyes.

"Y-you don't remember?" He squeaked.

"I don't remember anything." I pleaded.

He gasped as if he'd been kicked in the stomach and backed away.

"Freddie." I begged.

"Brian. We...we had sex." He bit his lip and swallowed hard. He looked at me with watery eyes.

It felt like my whole world crashed around me and buried me underneath everything. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't cry, scream, run, walk, jump out of the fucking window.

I couldn't do anything but stare at Freddie who looked as uncomfortable as I did right now.

"No. No we didn't. No." I tried to make him tell me otherwise but he just nodded his head at me.

He turned and walked out of the bathroom and somehow my legs managed to follow him.

"Freddie. We didn't. I don't believe you!" I cried.

"I don't believe you. How could you not remember, Brian?! How? You invited me into your bed and you tried it on with me. You asked for it. I really thought you wanted me. You told me last night that you liked me, Brian!" He let out a shaky breath as if he was keeping back sobs.

"I was drunk, Freddie! I didn't mean it!" I yelled.

"I was also drunk, Brian. But I did mean it. Unlike you I don't tell people a pile of fucking lies and then play the victim. I am not to blame."

I saw a tear trickle down his cheek and he wiped it away angrily before picking up a pile of random clothes and storming for the door.

"Where are you going?!" I asked outraged.

"Away from you." And he slammed the door shut loudly. Leaving me here to dwell in the drowning thoughts.