Body Language. Queen

Cologne.

Freddie's P.O.V.

Last nights sleep was troubled once again. But instead of my thoughts being plagued by the fact that I needed to stop having one night stands it was instead consumed by the innocent, pretty looking, blonde hair, blue eyed drummer.

I felt for him, a part of me was so outraged that John acted in such a manner I wanted to argue with him. But another part was so confused as to why he walked out made me want to question him. But I was full of understanding. I knew exactly what Roger was going through. I'd had friends whom I thought I would be close with until old age walk out of my life in a split second, never to be heard from again when I told them my sexuality. I remember not being able to sleep the night before I planned to tell Roger, John and Brian. I was pacing my bedroom at 4am rehearsing what I was going to say. Worrying myself that they'd either kick me out of the band or be disgusted with me. I remember saying in our lunch break, 'Boys, there's something I need to say.' Even that took some balls, no matter how many shots of vodka I downed beforehand, nothing calmed my nerves. That moment when they all shut up and waited for me to start talking was the most terrifying part. All their eyes were on me and it was the first time I had ever wanted to run away from a situation. To even begin to try and force out the first words from my mouth almost made my vomit.
I stumbled over my words and lost my breath, eyes jittering about the place as they all stared at me.
It was then that all my rehearsing went into the bin and I did it completely differently.
'Mary and I...we've...broken up.' Was something I never intended to say but it happened. Then all the boys were showing their sympathy and I struggled to get anything else out after that but I had started, I knew I had to carry on even if I didn't want to.
'Because...I...' I trailed off at that point and again, everyone was in silence waiting for me which made the pressure almost crush my bones but I made myself fight it and carry on.
'I...I like...men.' As soon as those words were out of my mouth, I felt a tonne lighter.
But it was waiting for a reaction which was the most excruciating. But I needn't have worried.
Brian was the first to react with, 'Oh Freddie!' He jumped up and hugged me immediately and said, 'you shouldn't have been so frightened, I'm very proud of you.'
Next was Roger who almost rugby tackled me and got me in head lock rubbing my head, he joked, 'Does this mean I can take the girls you pull off you?'
And finally, John. He too hugged me tightly, he actually got a little emotional as he saw that a tear had escaped my eyes from all the love I felt from the boys that day, after I had announced it I remember locking myself in the studio toilet and crying. So relieved that I had nothing to hide anymore and feeling so happy and so blessed that my best friends still wanted me. It was a truly memorable day.

Today would also be memorable for Roger. But for all the wrong reasons.

How John could have acted so sincerely and kindly towards me when I came out was no excuse for how he acted with Roger earlier. It took me by surprise. I had expected Deaky to be very proud of Roger considering that they are close. But this? This was weird.

I awoke to the shrill sound of Rogers phone ringing throughout the house. I groaned angrily as I sat up, waiting a few seconds to see if Taylor was going to answer it. Alas, he did not.

I jumped out of bed and legged it downstairs in nothing but the boxers that I had slept in and raced to the landline and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" I answered, my voice thick with tiredness.

"Freddie?"

I woke up instantly at the sound of a beautiful voice, "Brian?!" I replied.

"What are you doing at Roger's house?" He asked with suspicion.

"Ugh I stayed over...what's the matter?" I replied, rubbing my eyes and ignoring that smirk I could hear in his voice.

Bloodyhell, don't tell me Brian thinks we fucking slept together.