She Makes Him (Brian x reader)

10.

After the concert, you immediately rushed to Freddie to ask with was shag meant. You didn't want to ask Brian because you didn't want to come off as a total amateur, so Freddie was your first choice.

"Fred?"

"Yes, darling?"

"What does shag mean?"

He wanted to mess with you.

"Why?"

"Well Brian called me a 'great shag'."

That's when his eyes exploded, his eyebrows raised and he let out a big smile before trying to cover his excitement up.

"I don't know, love. You should ask Rog."

"Oh...okay."

So you went and found Roger.

"Rog?"

"Hm?"

"What does shag mean?"

He chuckled.

"Who said shag?"

"Brian did."

"Did he?"

"Yeah, he said I'm a 'great shag."

Roger chuckled, quickly glancing at his feet before looking back up at you.

"Shagging means fucking."

"Wait what?"

"He thinks you're great to have sex with, Y/n."

Oh. My. God.

*time skip*

The five of you were an hour into your drive from Detroit to Cincinnati, and you had three more hours to go. You were looking out one of the windows, Brian was reading and Roger, Freddie and John were playing scrabble. Freddie told John and John couldn't stop giggling. You hated that, and the worst part is, Brian didn't even know that they knew about you two shagging.

"Deacy?" Freddie asked, not taking his eyes off the board.

"What's that?" John asked, taking his turn and making the word "ending".

"How much longer do we have left?"

"About three hours, I believe."

"No, I mean on the tour."

"Oh." John paused, taking a moment to think in his head. "About two more months?"

That's when it hit you. You and Brian only had two more months left. Two more months to be together, and after that, you'd go back to Maryland, he'd go back to London and you'd both continue to live your separate lives. And that'd be it. It's not like you two would ever run into each other again. You lived two totally separate lives.

As soon as you two heard John say that, Brian bobbed his head up, almost looking scared at the fact you two only had two more months together. You turned towards him and he turned towards you, both of you with the same expressions on your face. "Two more months." Brian's eyes said. "Only four more weeks." Your eyes said.

John, Freddie and Roger looked at you two back and forth, sympathizing for you. They knew that Brian loved you, and they knew about your intimacy. Plus, Freddie wanted you two to be together more than anything. You blinked the tears you felt coming away, but you didn't know he was doing the same.

*time skip*

After the concert that night, you and Brian were laying on top of the flat roof of where you were staying. Unfortunately, because of all the lights you could barely see any stars, but it was the being there that mattered. The awkward tension was building inside both of you whilst you laid on the roof. You both wanted to say so much, but Bri was the first to let out a question.

"So," He said, pausing to turn his head and look over at you. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

"There's nothing to talk about." You sighed, trying to be strong and act like you didn't feel like sobbing at the mere thought of leaving him. "In four weeks, the tour is over. You'll go home, write more songs and another album and do this whole thing again. I'll go back to Maryland, be assigned to my next duty, and do this whole thing again."

"Oh." Brian sighed, passive aggressively before turning his head back to facing the sky.

"What?" You asked, picking up his displeased tone.

"You'll do this whole thing again."

"Yeah..? It's my job."

"Meaning you'll slum it with the next guy."

"Now, wait a minute, Brian." You said, sitting up and looking at him. You were aggravated that he said something like that, and you were getting serious.

"What?" He asked, sitting up like he didn't just say what he just said.

"That's not fair." You stated, tilting your head to the side.

"I think it is." He nodded, squinting his eyebrows.

"I've never done anything like this before. No one has ever appealed to me one-eighth of the way you do." You said, trying to get him to understand that this wasn't just a fling to you.
"I've always followed the rules." You said, turning to face the city because the eye contact was getting too hard to maintain.

His eyes filled with regret and sorrow, that's when he realized how much of a dick he sounded like. He scooted himself over to be on your right and next to you, and even as you were looking at the city, he was still looking at you.

"I mean never-" You paused, trying to think of how to say what you were thinking. "No one-" You tried to say again, but this time your voice was raised out of frustration because you couldn't form the words to say what you were thinking. So you took a deep breath and calmed yourself down. "I've never been like this about someone. No one's ever made me feel like this." You sighed, looking down because you were embarrassed.

"Then I suppose you've not met the right person." He said before taking his left hand over to your face, putting his thumb on the right side of your chin as his index and middle fingers went to your left. He pulled your chin, making you look him in the eye. "Up to now."
You froze at those words, they sent cold shivers down your spine. "I love you, Y/n." He exclaimed, not knowing you heard him on the beach.

"For fuck's sake, Bri." You scolded, standing up and upset at the fact he told you, to your face when he said he wouldn't fall in love with you. You began walking away.

"Look, I'm sorry." He said, standing up and grabbing your wrist so you wouldn't leave.
"Just let me love you? Please? And I'll just pretend you love me. I don't mind."

"Brian-"

"What?"

"I..."

"You...?"

"I have very high regards for you as well, Brian."

"Oh come on, Y/n!"

"What do you want from me?"

That's when it hit him. He agreed to this relationship even though he knew you didn't believe in love. He promised he wouldn't make a big deal out of it like he was doing. He willingly agreed to not showing his love to you, and now he was breaking it. He knew he was in the wrong.

"Nothing, I-" Brian paused, looking down at his feet with regret. "I don't know."

Then he started walking away.

I've got to.

"I love you, Brian."

He turned around, almost looking offended.

The hell did I do now?

"Don't say that."

Mf what?

"If you're just trying to make me feel better by saying that, forget it."

"Brian-"

"One minute you don't believe in love and now you do?"

"Brian-"

"Bullocks. I'm sorry. But it's all bloody bullocks." He said, shaking his head and walking away, off the roof.

But you did mean it.