Freddie's P.O.V.

"Oh?" I tried to sound interested. Truthfully I couldn't stand to know. I didn't want to know. I couldn't know. I only wanted to know if it was me. And fat chance of that. My heart already ached at his answer.

"Yep." He smiled, taking a swig of his beer, "Are you not going to ask me who it is?" He coaxed.

I almost felt like he wanted me to know so that it would break my heart in two.
"It's not my business..." I said in almost a whisper. The single thought of Brian going after somebody else made me want to shed a tear, made me feel even further away from him.

"There's something wrong with you." He looked at me through slanted eyes.

I glanced at him quickly, "What do you mean?"

"You usually jump at the chance of telling us who it is you're trying to get and you usually bloody torture us to tell you who it is we have our eyes on...but now you're saying it's none of your business and you won't tell me who you like?"

I was staring at the floor, feeling angry that he wouldn't shut up about it because no doubt I'm just making it obvious that there is something wrong with me but then again I couldn't show that I was getting irritated because he was right, I usually did this to all the boys and shit, if my interrogations make them feel like I'm feeling right now I would never do it again.

I rose from the settee and went back into the kitchen, bringing out a bottle of beer each, I placed them on the table in front of the settee and cracked one open, "I said I'd tell you after a few more drinks." I faked a smile and tried to swallow down the lump in my throat with the beer.

My happiness to be alone with Brian had taken a nosedive and now all I wanted was for Rog and Deaky to come home...

We had been sucked into a rather rubbish film that was being shown on the TV and I had somehow turned into Brian's personal barman. Which, craftily, I didn't mind as it allowed me to start using my plan on him.

I strode back into the kitchen to get us another bottle each, I took off the tops from the bottles in the kitchen, I cheekily drank some from Brian's bottle and topped it back up with vodka. I wanted to get him drunk... try to get some information out about him...but the last thing I wanted was to find out who he fancied because, if I knew them, I'd automatically resent them. I'd purposefully been drinking less than Bri tonight so I could ask him questions that had been on my mind for weeks.

"Cheers, Fred." He slurred taking the bottle from my hand.

"Are you drunk already?" I giggled, already knowing the answer, I'd fed him about 4 bottles of beer and 8 shots of vodka...of course he was drunk.

Be rubbed his eyes and looked at me through his spinning vision, he shook his head slowly. "I can have more..." he slurred again, cackling to himself.

And more you shall have Bri.

I hadn't been paying attention to this shit film on telly, more my eyes had been on Mr May. I'd calmed down about him liking somebody, just as long as I didn't know who it was I'd be okay with it. But I still couldn't take my eyes off him.

His longer than life legs, he towered over me but I bet I could still dominate him. His skinny, toned torso that I desperately wanted to run my fingers down. Those fucking fingers that drove me insane, fuck, play me like your guitar. I dare you.

That head of hair that I wanted, needed to grasp in my hands, those beautiful hazel eyes and those lips...I wonder how long ago those lips had been kissed...I wanted to break my no kissing rule with him.

"You're...staring at me again."

Shit. Had he been looking at me whilst I'd been eye fucking him this whole time?

He had the hiccups now from drinking and his eyes were glazed over with intoxication.

Surely he has to have some kind of inkling that it is him who I like from all the times I spend staring at him. He's so bloody ignorant.

I snatched away my eyes and just nodded a tiny bit.

I tied to catch up on the film but it was no use, every time he hiccuped I glanced at him to already see him looking back at me.

It was impossibly seductive and he wasn't even trying, I had to try so hard to stop thinking about how easy it would be to strip him of his clothes right here and fuck him. Especially seeing as though we were in the house alone.

Roger and John had to keep going out together. So I had these evening in with Brian by myself.

"So who is it...you fancy." He suddenly stated, his head tipped back onto the back of the sofa and his eyes were closed, probably trying to stop the room spinning.

I giggled a little, I was ever so slightly tipsy but more on the sober side, I had just gotten that little extra edge of confidence.

"Guess." I shrugged as he shuffled closer to me, his scent wafting towards me, making me drool.

"Boy or girl?" He smirked, searching my face for an answer, he knew me too well.

"Boy." I licked my lips and he smirked wider.

"John Reid...?" He put his head on his hand as were sat merely a foot apart.

My heart was galloping, not at the prospect of him guessing but the fact he was so close to me...

"No." I denied.

"Peter?"

I scoffed, "No, darling."

He whined childishly, "Who is it?!"

"Why do you so desperately want to know?" I purposefully look at him slyly.

"Do I know them, were you just lying earlier?" He'd leaned even further forward and I could see his beautiful laugh lines and his sparkling teeth as he laughed, little curls were covering his forehead and those lips, please. I need those lips.

"Yes. You know them." I admitted.

His eyes lit up and he shuffled even closer, to the point I thought I may have to move back to stop myself from lunging at him, I could feel his breath on my face when he spoke...my jaw had dropped open a little as my eyes were fixed on his...our faces had never been so close before, he almost hypnotised me into saying it was him.

"Roger?" He voice was giddy but had dropped down on octave, it was sex to my ears.

Unintentionally a low, long sigh came from me as I continued to watch and listen to him.
I shook my head dreamily, clenching my fists to stop myself from caressing his face.

"Deaky?" He raised an eyebrow and bit his lip.

I wanted to to let out a frustrated cry but I had dignity to preserve.
I shook my head again.

He seemed to study my face which was no doubt contorted in excruciating want.

He suddenly winced and hid his face, I furrowed my eyebrows as he groaned.

"I think I'm going to be sick..." he slurred as he wobbly got up from the sofa and started to make his way towards the stairs.

"What?!" I panicked, I got up too and tried to help this unsteady, drunk tower of a man hurriedly up the stairs.

He finally got to the bathroom closest and threw himself to his knees, immediately throwing up.

I grimaced at the sound of him being sick but thought I should probably help, I got him in this mess. I shuffled in behind him and pulled his hair back in my hand so he wouldn't cover it in his vomit.

I rubbed his back as he continued to hurl, I partly wanted to giggle, he was such a lightweight.

I was disgusting myself, the images that were being displaying in my head as I held his hair in my hands were dirty and sexy but I couldn't do this to him whilst he had his head down the toilet.

"You drunk bastard." I giggled lightly.

"Shut the fuck up." He moaned.

He finally finished, flushing the toilet and brushing his teeth, he stood in front of me, a scared look in his eyes as if he could start crying, he was breathing quickly and was shaking.

Fuck. Being sick scares him.
How could I have been so stupid, so careless?! I instantly felt a huge amount of guilt on my shoulders.

"Oh shit...you're alright Bri, I promise, come on, let's get you into bed." I soothed as I took his hand and lead him into his bedroom as if he was a three year old.

I took the glass that was on his bedside table and filled it up with water in the bathroom.
I returned it and he still stood there with a pained expression.

"You're alright! Come on, get those clothes off." I bossed.

He nodded and clumsily tried unbuttoning his shirt but after failing he flung his arms back down to his sides and and let out a yelp of uselessness, he looked at me in plead.
How could I resist those puppy dog eyes.

"You big baby." I tried to smile but as I approached him and took my fingers to his buttons they were shaking slightly. I was nervous, and excited all at the same time to be unbuttoning Brian's shirt, I just wished he was sober and it was going to lead to a good fuck, not me tucking him into bed after throwing up.

I peered up at him to see him watching me, not my fingers on his shirt but my face...he was obviously in a drunken trance.

I undid the last button, "There..." I stepped back, turning around and drawing closed his curtains.
"Oh! Bri...umm...I-I...okaaay..." I stammered as when I turned back around his jeans were already around his ankles, he flopped on the bed and tried to kick them off but to no avail, I attempted to look away but I just couldn't. He was delicious.

He cried for assistance..."Fred...help..."

Oh shit. Shit shit shit.

I walked around and bent down to his feet were I dragged off the jeans from his body...I folded them on the end of his bed and encouraged him to get into bed before I started to do something to him. He was just in his boxers now and it was arousing me. He finally flung the duvet over his body, giving me a break and letting me calm down.

"Everything's spinning..." he groaned.

"Sit up for a little bit." I suggested.

He did as I said and just looked at me with pain in his eyes.

Oh I'm so sorry Bri.
But it'll have to happen again, I never got to ask him my questions!

I sat on the edge of his bed crossed legged.
"I can't believe you threw up." I put a hand over my mouth to hide my smile.

He smiled too shaking his head, "Your fault."

"It's not my fault."

"Yes it is, I was just drinking with you so you'd tell me who you like." He put on a purposeful babyish voice to make me feel even more guilty.

I grinned and laughed at him, "Well I'm not telling you now, you're so drunk you wouldn't remember who I said it was by the time the morning comes, besides, you know who it isn't." I shrugged, getting up and going over to him, passing him his glass of water.

He took a sip and passed it back to me, I crouched by his side, looking up at him.

"I'm going to go back downstairs and wait for the lovebirds to get back, get some sleep, night Bri Bri." I blew him a sarcastic kiss...but I meant it. I got to his door and was about to switch off his light before he called me.

"Fred?"

"What's up?"

"Is it me?"

My heart felt like it exploded and I immediately began to burn up, "Goodnight Brian." I switched off his light and left his room.