Freddie's P.O.V.

I stood there, motionless, not knowing for how long. I was quite clearly in the way of the hustle and bustle of the drunken crowds as I got shoved out of the way a few times...yet my eyes never strayed from the offensive sight in front of me.

What the fuck is Roger playing at? And why the fuck is Patrick here?!

It was true. He was psycho enough to follow us and track us down. He was a danger to John. And Roger.

Yet the blonde was completely blanking that point.

I couldn't get my head around it. This was the man that John had said he was single to...the man that Roger thought John was cheating on him with. The person that Roger should hate.
The man that John had told Roger he had been abusive towards him.
Yet they were sat at a table together, both of them with cocktails in their hands and sickly sweet smiles on the faces.

Yet they should be enemies.

Why would Roger want anything to do with Patrick?

But either way, I had to get Roger away from him. He looked friendly now but even I could tell Patrick was being so fake towards the drummer...he looked like he wanted to kill him.

Well honestly, so did I. He was being an absolute fucking fool.

Neither of them had noticed me stood staring at them, I sort of felt wrong to interrupt their lovely evening, if I didn't know any better, I would literally think that they were in a relationship with each other, that's how close they seemed.

But I was about to rain down like hell on them.

I sauntered over, I wasn't going to be brash or shouty, I would simply make the two of them largely uncomfortable before leaving with Roger.

"Good evening, gentlemen." I crooned, an eyebrow raised.

As soon as Roger laid eyes on me his smile vanished and a glint of panic struck his face...and rightly so. He didn't think was going to get away with this dirty work without anyone knowing about it, did he?

Patrick's smile was also promptly replaced with a scowl aimed at me.

"Would you like to explain to me what the fuck is going on here?" Pursing my lips I awaited an answer, I pulled up an intruding chair to their charming little set up and sat down uninvited, grabbing Roger's cocktail and having a drink of it whilst the two of them stared on awkwardly.
"Tell me! It looks fun, maybe we should have all been invited." I spat, smugly.

Eyeing them both up as they squirmed in their seats, Roger more so, Patrick looked a little more calm than the drummer appeared to be.

"We're just having a drink..." Patrick opened his mouth.

I glared at him, "Really. With Johns boyfriend? Or are you just trying to gain Roger's trust so you can lure him into one of your sick traps just because he has John...and you don't?" I said, nastily.

People like Patrick didn't scare me one bit, they were more often than not just insecure bullies who didn't know the right way around getting something they wanted. They just made me very angry, I had no time for them.

"Freddie...!" Roger hissed at me as if it was me who was in the wrong, and not this psychopath stalker.

Fuck me, it was like having another Charlie around.

"Shut up, Roger." I spat at him with no patience, turning back to Patrick and verbally laying into him again, even though I could visibly see him getting angrier and reaching his breaking point, "What the fuck are you doing here anyway?! We left you behind in the previous city."

My heart was hammering I was that angry.

Patrick cooly leaned back in his chair and looked at me straight on, "I work for you." He shrugged.

"Piss off." I cackled, laughing at his pure ignorance and lies.

"It's true. Ask him." Patrick replied, nodding towards the shifty drummer.

I felt my stomach drop as I turned to look at the blonde, hoping to god he hadn't fucked up.

He looked down and refused to look me in the eye.

"Roger." I pushed.

His eyes darted about, not able to focus on one thing for more than two seconds, "I-its true..." he stuttered.

I stared at him in disbelief, "Get up." My words stang as I rose from my seat, grabbing his arm roughly I dragged him to his feet and pushed him in front of me, I turned to Patrick, "You are not. We do not want you anywhere near us. Fuck off back to where ever you came from. You're an abusive, controlling cunt." I hissed in his face before I shoved Roger through the crowds, ready to fucking lay into him.

I had the back of his jacket tightly in my grip as I shoved him towards a quiet corner where nobody could see or hear us.

See, the thing is, if we ever wanted to hire somebody for our personal use in the band...we could. There was nothing and nobody to stop us.

"Are you having a fucking laugh?!" I hissed in his face after throwing his back against a wall.

"No. No I'm not, Freddie. He's my PA." He rubbed his neck where I had a hold of his jacket.

"Your personal assistant?! You don't even know him, Roger. What the fuck are you playing at?" I jabbed my finger into his chest.

He shrugged arrogantly, "I like him. It's not like John wants me around so I might as well befriend somebody else."

I stared at him blankly, "Do you hear yourself? He is the person that emotionally abused your boyfriend."

He scoffed, "No he fucking didn't, Freddie. That was such a load of bullshit. It's just because John wants to fuck his brains out so he lied about being with me. So if Patrick's around a lot more maybe John won't be." He said angrily.

I had to stop myself from punching him in the face.

"You don't mean that! You love John. You're only hiring that psycho to get back at him. And Deaky wasn't lying, Roger. Patrick did control him in awful ways, but you're obviously too hung up to believe that. He confided in you. He's heartbroken. Why the fuck would he lie about anything like that. Get your head out of you own fucking arse and apologise to John and get rid of him." I stepped back from him and gave him a nasty look, "And don't come running back to us when he starts being controlling towards you, hurting you, emotionally...and physically. The truths been told to you, Roger." I shook my head at him, disappointed, and walked away.

I started to make my way back up to our room, my brain scatty and undecided on what I should tell John...should I tell him his boyfriend was sweet talking the man who has emotionally abusive to him and oh yeah, he was now Rogers PA...or do I make something up to make the situation feel a lot less shit?

Either way...neither outcome was going to be good.

((A / N - hello everyone, I am so so sorry about the slow update. I know I seem to come up with excuses a lot lately but a lot has been happening in my life...I had to say goodbye to my beautiful dog and I'm having a hard time with that as he was my best friend but yeah ANYWAY I'm not looking for sympathy I just thought I would explain what the frig is going on. Sorry again, it won't be so long until I update again <3 ))