Freddie's P.O.V.

It's not often I feel the sense of fear anymore. There are times, don't get me wrong. But nothing much phases me anymore. But telling Roger what happened between me and Brian last night did scare me.

But there was this feeling inside of me that was begging me to tell him, just somebody. I needed to get it off my chest and release the weight off my shoulders by telling somebody and hopefully getting advice.

The only thing I had to do was will the words to come out of my mouth and tell the truth.

He was staring at me, his piercing blue eyes slightly glaring at me, maybe he could see the reluctancy on my face.
He waited patiently.

"Umm..." I began but the words wouldn't form...and I just really didn't want to tell him what happened. Out of pure embarrassment.

He nodded slowly, silently willing me to go on.

I took one last, long drag of my cigarette before stubbing it out on the rock and blowing the smoke out of my mouth. I stared into the horizon for a few short seconds whilst I collected the words I wanted to say up in my head. I sighed heavily, "Alright..." and then I told him everything.

It took a while, my words kept getting jumbled up and I had to keep pausing to keep my rage back.

I shrugged timidly after I had finished, not daring to look at him in case he wanted to walk away and take Brian's side.

There was a long and awkward silence between us after I had told him everything that had happened last night.

Finally, he spoke, "For the first time in my life...I have no idea what the fuck I should say to you." His voice was stern and cold which made my heart hammer, I needed somebody to help me out here, I really didn't want Roger to betray me.

I sucked it up and finally glanced at him but my heart immediately slowed to see him stare at me with amusement in his eyes and a half smile of disbelief played on his lips.

"Wow. You've really fucked up this time, Fred." He said, followed by a little giggle.

I glared at him, "Thank you, Roger. Thanks for clarifying what I already know."

He cackled, "So what's your plan now? You tell him? Or leave him hanging?"

"You fucking tell me." I growled.

"To be fair. He was displaying all acts of wanting you last night. He was ever so flirty with you." He nudged me and I nearly fell off the bloody rock.

I mimicked his tone of voice, "To be fair, he did tell me he liked me last night." I pushed him, getting my own back.

He lost his balance and had to jump off the rock, laughing hard he came to stand closely in front of me and I looked up at the drummer, to say blondes aren't my type, if Roger wasn't like a brother to me I think I'd try it on with him.

"Oh shit yeah, I forgot about that." He thought.

"Yeah...I told him he said that to me last night and of course, he couldn't remember saying it. He said that he was drunk and he didn't mean it." I swallowed hard, my throat still felt like it had blades of glass stuck down there.

"Fucking bastard." Rog spat with more anger in his voice than I expected. That tone of voice was surprising but I didn't think to ask why he was so affected by that.

"Personally, because he's a total cock end for saying that to you, I'd let him hang for a while, don't tell him. And then if he apologises or things become good between you two again, tell him."

Roger's advice was pretty cruel...but so were Brian's hurtful words towards me this morning. The more civil side to me felt like I needed to tell Brian right this instant. But the monster within me wanted him to hurt for a while.

"You think so?" I muttered.

He nodded his head eagerly.

"Maybe..." I pondered.

"I can't believe you've done this, Freddie. I just...what the fuck. I can't get over it." Roger suddenly spurted, shaking his head and laughing a little.

I groaned, burying my head in my hands, "Shut up."

"No, come on." Roger gently pulled my head back up with what hair I had left on my head, "I honestly think the Charlie situation was worse than this and you two miraculously fought through that. So you can fight through this no problem." He shrugged, grabbing my hand and pulling me up off of the rock.

I felt how cold his hand was and took of my fur coat once again, putting it around him.

"Do you really think so?" I asked.

"I know so. As bloody ridiculous as this is what you've done, Fred. It's not the absolute worse thing you could do."

I guess he was right, I guess I could have secretly married us off in his sleep by forging his signature or whatever and slipping a ring on his finger whilst he was still passed out.

"This will sort itself out. I'm actually quite impressed at what you've done." He giggled, slapping me.

"Oh don't say that. You'll only encourage me." I managed to laugh at him.

We'd started to walk back to the hotel, we'd not walked that far and were soon thankfully back into the warmth of the hotel.

"What do I do, Fred? What do I do if I go back in the room and he's still going on about us two shagging." He asked, childishly.

"Ahh just go along with it. He'll get a shock and then won't believe you." He smirked. "And, if he's calmed down a little and is continuing to be all over you, there's your chance to have a talk with him. Tell him you'll only let him suck your dick if he tells you why he won't let you return he favour."

He stared at me with fear in his eyes.

"Try it. If it doesn't work out, come see me and we'll move in to plan B. I'm going to sort out my new room, see you later, darling." I patted him on the head and left him to go to the reception. I wanted to leave Roger quickly, not because I was tired of his company but because I knew if I walked him up to his room, he would want me to come in and sort John out for him. But he had to learn to talk to his boyfriend for goodness sake. I've told him time and time again, I will always be there to help, but I'm not always going to make his relationship perfect for him. He's going to have to learn to take matters into his own hands.

Thankfully getting the key to my new room was easy. The next bit may not be. I had to go up to Brian's room now to collect the rest of my belongings. I was nervous about what I was going to walk in to. He's had time to think and maybe his somewhat pleasant mood from this morning had turned sour, what if he was full of resentment now and hated me for everything that I've done? Hopefully, his surprisingly nice behaviours was still there. Either way, I was nervous.

I got the elevator up to our floor as we were up high, my new room was on the same floor just a little further down the corridor.

I walked to the door that was Brian's and hesitated outside before I knocked.
Maybe he was still asleep? I'd hate to wake him.

Maybe I should just wait until tomorrow?

But then he'd have time to sleep on everything and he could be in an even worse mood tomorrow.

I braved it and knocked on the door. I heard shuffling on the other side and it soon opened.

The soft face and innocent eyes of the guitarist greeted me...although he didn't smile...just stared at me wide eyed.

My heart sank, maybe he had changed his mind and maybe he did hate me now.

"Hey...I-I was just wondering...if I could get my things. I've got...my own room." I smiled half heartedly.

"Sure..." he whispered, pushing the door open and standing to the side to let me in. But he continued to stare at me.

"Fred? Wh-where's your hair?" He breathed, quietly.

Oh. Shit. I fucking forgot about it again.

"Bugger. I must've left it on the hairdressers floor..." I faked a giggle.

His wide eyes scanned me over making me feel slightly uncomfortable, "You don't like it?" I cringed, hard.

"No. I think it's looks good!" He smiled.

Thank fuck for that.

"You do?!" I asked, shocked. "Roger said I look like a dad..." I broke into a smile.

He laughed, "No. You still look like the rock star. Just...a slightly more classy one."

Bloodyhell. I was bowled over by Brian's compliments. I didn't expect that at all.

"Thank you, darling." I tried to hide my grin.

I was over the moon that Brian was still in good spirits.

I went over to the drawers where my clothes had been situated.

Until I heard a little nervous voice, "Oh...umm...I-I packed your stuff into  your suitcase for you...it's all here." He held up my suitcase, a timid smile on his lips.

((A/N - wow, 100th part already! I can't believe I've been writing this since March and have almost 10k reads! You darlings are the best, thank you so much! I hope you're still enjoying it <3))