Rogers P.O.V.

I didn't want to leave John out there with that strange guy. What was he doing? How long had he been waiting there? It was about three o'clock in the morning...he must have known we were not in our room and would be returning soon to be able to just pounce on us like that.

I didn't know who he was, I had no idea.

But it seemed John knew for certain, and he didn't want me to find out.

I know Deaky is good in situations like this, he keeps calm.
A lot calmer than I do, because after he sent me inside out hotel room I knew things were going to go badly. I mean, for one, the chance of a fuck was gone now.

I'd had my ear pressed up against the room door, trying with all my might to hear what the two of them were saying to each other, I just wanted to know who that guy was.

But all I could hear was muffled voices, not clear enough to make out any words. But now they were quiet.

I waited for some more, but...nothing.

Silence.

Slowly prising myself away from the door, I opened it up, not caring if they were still out there having a little private conversation, I just wanted John to come back into the room with me.

But when I opened the door, they had both disappeared. They were gone.

I instantly panicked, thinking Deaky had been kidnapped and dragged away against his own will.

Those awful scenarios of the worst possible situation that could ever happen crept into my head, even though you know, deep down, it's probably nothing, the brain still likes to play with you and make everything seem a lot worse than it is.

"Deaky?!" I called quietly, desperate but not wanting to wake the other people in the hotel.
"John?!" I called, a little louder this time, as loud as I dared to go.

I span around trying to locate him but the hallways of this hotel were absolutely deserted and he, nor the other man, were anywhere to be seen.

I didn't know what to do. In a flash I found myself banging on the door of Freddie's and Brian's room that was next to ours, the thought of them probably being asleep never entering my head. I had more important things on my mind.

I kept banging impatiently until their door swung open, a bed headed Brian, rubbing his eyes from the harsh light of the hallway, a sheer contrast to the pitch black of their room, stood in the doorway.

"Rog...what's up?" He groaned sleepily, his eyelids heavy.

"Is John in there?!" I asked frantic, pushing past him and flicking on a light, not realising that Freddie was in bed and I had just woken him up.

"What the fucks happening now?" He asked in the same sleepy voice as Brian, propping himself up on his elbows in bed, looking disheveled and far from impressed.

"Johns disappeared!" I flapped.

"Roger, calm down..." Brian tried to soothe.

"No! We...we were just getting back to our room and this strange guy came out of nowhere, he and John knew each other and...I don't know, Deaks told me to go in our room while they spoke and now he's nowhere to be seen!" I rushed, pacing their room whilst they both tried to wake themselves up.

"They're probably friends...they might have gone for a drink in the bar..." Brian reasoned, throwing on a T-shirt.

Freddie had gotten out of bed now and was wrapping himself up in a dressing gown.

"I don't think they're friends...there was something not quite right about that guy..." I shook my head stubbornly.

"Well he can't be fucking far..." Freddie came up to me.

"I'll take a walk around the hotel, you two check the bar." Brian sighed, obviously thinking I was making a fuss over nothing and leaving the room after pulling on some trousers.

There was a silent pause.

"Rog...you've got to stop doing this..." Freddie said quietly, looking me dead in the eye.

"Doing what?" I asked.

"Bursting into our room like this. It was different when we didn't share rooms..."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" I asked, outraged.

Fred rolled his eyes, "I mean...it's by far not the first time you've come for help in the middle of the night, is it? It was different when I was in a room on my own, I didn't mind as much. But now me and Brian share...its just..." his voice trailed off as he locked their hotel room door and we began to make our way to the bar.

"Just?" I pushed.

"A little intruding..." he cringed.

I felt quite taken aback. My boyfriend was missing and Freddie felt as if I had intruded their privacy.

Which I sort of had...but that's not the point.

"Oh come on. Don't take offence." He chuckled lightly as he'd obviously read my face.

Freddie always used to barge into the room whilst me and John were together...used to.

I'd perhaps not realised that he'd not done it for ages...and admittedly...I still snake into Freddie's room all the time to chat...which he probably just puts up with.

I looked down rather sadly as I realised that again, I had lost out on a chance with Freddie...his attention wasn't always going to be on me anymore. I wasn't going to be able to crash in his room whenever I wanted or when we got back hilariously drunk after a night out... I thought I'd gotten over that fact ages ago after our little tiff...but clearly not.

"Roger, he's not here." Freddie moaned once we'd gotten to the bar.

I scoured the place and my eyes settled on the back of a person sat down.

"No. But he is." I growled, rushing over as I saw what looked like the guy who had pounced on us earlier.

"Hey." I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, he had a pretty menacing face that was quite unsettling but I tried not to let him bother me.

"Wheres John?" I spat at him.

I was only rewarded with a sickening smile as Freddie watched on cautiously, looking confused.

"Who's John?" He cackled, taking a smug sip of his drink.

"Don't play games with me. Tell me where he is." I ordered.

No matter how threatening I tried to sound, his smile only grew wider.

"I don't know where he is. He ran off. Why'd you care so much?" He leaned back in his chair and looked too casual, sounding smug.

"Because he's my boyfriend and I don't trust you." I stepped closer to him.

His smile had vanished now and his head tipped to the side, "Really? That's funny, because I asked him earlier if you were his boyfriend...and he said no." An evil smile spread across his lips now as my heart hammered and I stumbled backwards as if his words had tried to push me over.

"Roger. Let's go." Freddie called me desperately, his tone of voice telling me he knew that this guy was up to no good.

But I wasn't done with him yet.

"You're a fucking liar, he wouldn't say that. Who are you anyway? Why are you here?!" I quizzed angrily, jabbing my finger at his face. I was angry, at him...and now also at Deaky.

This guy had to be lying...John wouldn't deny our relationship, would he?

He suddenly stood up quickly, making me jump and immediately shut up, stepping back as I could see now, the guy was huge, tall and well built. He looked very capable of hurting somebody. Badly.

"Why don't you ask your 'boyfriend' that? You don't need to know who I am, blondie. All you need to know, is that this won't be the last you'll see of me." He hissed in my face, his eyes holding an angry fire.

I was tongue tied as I watched him walk away, wanting to shout and swear at him, I wanted to lay into him and most importantly, I wanted to know the answers to my questions. What did he want with John? How did they know each other.

"Roger. Come on." A stern and rather unamused voice called me and I slowly looked up to see a stone faced Freddie, beckoning me to leave it and go back to our rooms.

I began to walk with him, a feeling of emptiness in the pit of my stomach, I didn't know whether it was the not knowing or the hurt I was feeling that was causing it. I was no wiser as to who the fuck that guy is...and I was battling with myself as to why John would tell him that I'm not his boyfriend.

Even if the man was bullshitting and John didn't say it...then so be it. I don't have a problem.

But it sounded pretty genuine...why would he say that? What was it? He's ashamed? Ashamed of telling people that I'm the guy that he's unfortunately in a relationship with? What was it? That he liked this other guy and wanted to pretend he was single so could advance with the other man?

Whatever the answer was, it was already tying my head in knots.

I had been silent on our journey back to our hotel floor and I tentatively snook a peak at Freddie, he looked rather angry.

"What if he's not in the room?" I asked, panicked once we had reached our rooms again.

"I don't know, Roger. But maybe have a look before you start to create a scene again." He said curtly.

His words stung a little, he maybe thought I had acted a little over the top about the whole situation...

I looked down timidly, I hated upsetting Fred, "I'm sorry..."

"There's nothing to be sorry for." He sighed, "To be quite frank, I'm worried. I don't know who that man is but he's trouble. You need to talk to John because I'm not having some kind of fucking psychopath follow us about. Sort it out."

And with that, he went back into his room, he looked mentally and physically exhausted and rightly so, but I was probably heavily adding to the mental part of things.

I was going to be the first one to admit that I did always want somebody, mostly Freddie, to sort out all my problems for me...

I swallowed hard before opening the door to our room, wanting John to be tucked up safely in our bed but then again...not really wanting to face any kind of argument.

"Where did you bugger off to?" A mischievous sounding voice spoke once I had entered the room.

My heart surged, he was here and he was safe...but there was also a pang of fear...did I really want to find out who the man is?

But I had to grow up. I had sort this out.

"I could ask you the same question..." I mumbled, tossing the keys to the side.

His smile faded a little as I waited for an answer, "The bar..." he squirmed.

"Must have just missed you then...that's where I was." I hinted.

He sat up in bed now, a glint of panic in his eye.

"What were you there for?" He asked, quietly.

"To try and find you. But I ran into your man friend instead..." I stared at him and he was beginning to become uncomfortable.

"What did he say..." he swallowed.

"Nothing much really. Just that umm...you said to him that I wasn't your boyfriend." I waited, still staring at him as he avoided my eye contact now.
"Did you say that, John?" I asked, needing to know the answer, hoping to god it would be a no.

"Yeah..." he whispered.