Freddie's P.O.V.

"That's what I like to hear!" A bubbly voice suddenly entered the room whilst I was still looking up into Brian's eyes with a flushed face after his rather forward remark, of course, it was Deaky who walked in the dressing room, just at the right time to hear Bri's flirty little comment.

"Oh for fuck sake..." I tipped my head back in defeat, giggling a little, I guess it was pay back, I always stuck my nose into Johns and Rogers sex life, now they're doing it to mine and I don't particularly appreciate it, but could tell I would just have to put up with it. A far cry seeing as though I used to voluntarily tell them graphic details of what I'd done the night before with a stranger, whether they wanted to hear it or not. Even throwing in some over the top actions here and there, making them screech at me to stop which was hilarious and part of the reason why I always did it.

"Get in there, Bri." He turned around, giving Brian a cheeky wink and a nod before leaving again with his bag.

Chuckling and shaking his head a little, Brian looked back at me bashfully, "At least we have his approval...?" He tried to shrug casually, trying to make things seem better but it just made things more awkward.

"Shut up." I pointed at him playfully whilst laughing with a face the colour of a tomato, I turned around, beginning to stuff my belongings into a carry case and threw it over my shoulder, turning round to an expectant looking boyfriend.

"You're actually keeping the jumpsuit on?" He asked, in disbelief.

I raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a side smile, "It's what you want, isn't it?"

He gave a breathy, nervous laugh and a grin, nodding his head slightly.

I grabbed his hand and started to lead him towards the exit of the dressing room, eager to get out of here, "Well come on then, I don't want to be in this garment for much longer." I followed my statement with a cheeky and very purposefully flirtatious wink, I wanted him to think that tonight might be the night something may happen between us.

It wasn't because Deaky had suggested things happen tonight, nor was it because Brian seemed particularly in the mood...it was just to show him that I was slowly warming to the idea, that I wasn't going to carry on saying no to him all the time, to give him a little inkling that something may happen between us soon.

But if tonight was going to be the night...then really, where was the harm?

We'll see.

"Hey, wait up!" We heard a voice and running footsteps behind us, we both turned around to see Roger catching us up, "Christ, Fred, why have you kept that thing on?!" He asked, out of breath, motioning to the jumpsuit I was wearing.

For the millionth time I felt my cheeks flush and looked down at the floor, I felt Brian squeeze my hand that he was holding cheekily, as if to say, try and get yourself out of this one.

I cleared my throat, undecided on my answer, make it up and say I couldn't be bothered to get changed into something else, or tell him that Brian wants me to keep it on so that he can strip me of it when we get back to our hotel room, letting Roger know that me and Bri could possibly fuck later and then I've also got him on my case which I didn't particularly want.

I shrugged pathetically, if I lied, he would be able to tell, but it was worth a shot anyways, "Just...couldn't be arsed to get changed..." I struggled, avoiding any means of eye contact with any of them. If I was to look at Brian I would probably die of embarrassment and start laughing, if I was to look at Rog, he would certainly see in my eyes that I wasn't telling the truth.

"Right..." he replied with suspicion quite obvious in his voice.
It was clear that he didn't believe me, but thankfully, he never questioned anything and the three of us piled into one of our awaiting limousines outside, eager to get back to our hotel to shower and sleep...and maybe more.

"Where did Deaks disappear to?" Brian wondered out loud, making us all ponder, it seemed the bassist was in a hurry to leave tonight, what with the speed he packed his bag and then left, maybe he had already gone back to the hotel? But he usually waits and we all go back together...so this was rather strange behaviour from him.

"Did he say anything to you, Rog?" I asked.

The blonde looked at me with a sarcastic look on his face, "Why would he tell me? He hardly says a word to me now days..." I could see the faint glimmer of sadness still present in Rogers eyes, their break up was still raw and recent, we had to give them some slack.

"Well I don't think you're doing bad, you seem to be getting along and talking to each other just fine!" I reassured.

He scoffed, "I guess so..." he turned to stare out of the window, he obviously thought different, but it was going to be hard for him to accept the fact that he probably wasn't going to be Deaky's number one choice when it comes to talking to somebody right now, especially as what he wants to talk about is probably something to do with his and Rogers break up...

"Listen, Rog...I know it's hard, it will get easier though, I promise." I nodded warmly. I just knew that in the not so distant future, the two of them will be acting like none of this ever happened and they would be best friends again.

He sighed, "I know...it's just weird, I'm so used to being close to him and talking to him non stop..."

"You can still talk to him non stop!" Bri suddenly added, his remark was true.

"About what? It's awkward..." he huffed.

"It doesn't have to be awkward, you can talk about anything! The weather...I don't know, food..." I shrugged. Roger was a massive foodie so he enjoyed talking about shit like that.

"Yeah well, I don't even know if he wants to talk to me, he seems perfectly happy without doing so." He spat, I detected a little jealously in his voice there.

Granted, John had been a considerable amount more perkier than Roger has been since they broke up. But I don't think Roger should take that to heart, he's probably thinking that Johns happy because they're not together anymore, that this is what John wanted. Which is far from the truth, neither of them wanted this, but I just knew Roger was a lot more sensitive than the bassist is. Whereas Rog will clearly display how he's feeling to get attention, sympathy or advice, John was the opposite, even if he was absolutely crushed inside, which he is, he would never show it. He might be suffering but he does it in silence, he doesn't want any attention or sympathy as he thinks it just wastes peoples time, which I've told him over and over that it's not a problem, that everyone needs advice sometimes and everyone certainly needs to let their feelings out into the open once in a while, he would surely explode if he didn't.

So it wasn't that Deaky was happy he and Roger had broken up, it was just simply that he was trying not to dwell on it, he was trying to still be positive about everything, and Roger sometimes can't handle that.

But I was still hoping that for some reason, John had to bugger off back to his hotel room quickly, therefore leaving before us and not waiting, other than that, I don't have an explanation for the drummer.

The rest of the way to the hotel, Roger was quiet, I kinda wanted to get him alone and really talk to him, to see if he was actually okay and where his head was at the moment, I said I didn't want to get involved in those two anymore, but this is a different kind of getting involved, it wasn't doing their relationship for them, because there wasn't one anymore, it was simply me wanting to know if one of my best friends was okay, I also wanted to get John alone and see where his mind was at soon too.

We were quickly escorted into the back way of the hotel, a mob of fans that had attended the show had quickly made their way to our hotel to get a more up close and personal look at us had gathered outside the front of the hotel.

Once to our hotel floor we said a brief goodnight to Roger before he headed into his room, looking glum.

"Hey, wait." I whispered to Brian, catching his arm and pulling him towards the door that belonged to Deaky, "I want to see if he's here."
Brian eagerly nodded, wanting to know too, so I knocked on his door and we both awaited for an answer...but we didn't get one.

"Strange..." Brian whispered, exchanging confused glances at me.
I tried knocking once more, louder this time in case he was in the shower and he hadn't heard me.

Again, we both waited, yet to no avail.

"Where the fuckinghell has he gone?" I hissed, not wanting Roger to hear our commotion and come out to see what's going on, then realising none of us knew where John was, I didn't want to stress him out even further.

"He can't have gone far..." Brian whispered, trying the door to the bassists room...gasping quietly when the door opened, it wasn't locked, so, was he in after all?