Freddie's P.O.V.
"You owe me for this." Bri joked as he got into the car and started up the engine after putting his seat belt on.
"Of course, darling. Of course." I winked at him and we started on our way to the studio.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, it wasn't the awkward silence that we had been used to for a long time, the type of silence that used to occur when we'd argued yet again, no, it was a comfortable, pleasant silence.
"So what's so important about these sheets you need so badly?" He asked.
I panicked, "Umm...just some...some notes." I looked out of the window to avoid his eye contact.
"Notes so vital they couldn't wait two days until Monday when we'd be in the studio anyway?" He giggled.
"I just need them, alright?!" I laughed.
"Why so secretive, hmm?" He cast me a side glance which sent a shiver down my spine.
I scoffed at him, pretending to be offended, when the truth was I just couldn't come up with an answer. "Well alright if you must know it has the measurements of my cock written on it." I stared at him seriously, fighting the urge to laugh.
He started to cackle loudly, shaking his head, "You're disgusting."
"You love it." I teased. But I really shouldn't lead him on.
Thankfully the drive to the studio was no longer than fifteen minutes and we had soon pulled up in the car park.
"I'll wait here while you go in and get them." He said.
Fuck.
"No, you can't! Y-you have to help me look for them." I spluttered.
He raised an eyebrow at me, "But you said you'd be in and out, you knew where they were..."
"Well...I'm not so sure now. Please, Bri. It'll be quicker if you help me!"
He groaned loudly but comically, "Alright, you demanding fucker."
I let out a huge sigh of relief and scuttled in front of him so that I'd enter the studio first. I had asked the men who delivered it here to put a sheet over the speaker so it wasn't completely obvious as to what it was as soon as we walked in.
I was very apprehensive about the whole situation. He seemed to have forgotten all about me wrecking his old one and didn't seem to care anymore. What if he didn't even want another one?
I walked straight in having unlocked the door, "Flick the lights on will you?" I asked as I pretended to start having a look round for these none existent papers that I didn't need.
The lights came on and a huge box was stood right in the middle of everything that was covered by a draping white sheet.
Wow. How fucking obvious.
I carried on my looking until I heard his voice.
"What the hells that?!" I glanced at him and he was pointing to it.
I shrugged, "I don't know, have a look under that sheet to see if it's hiding my bits of paper." I hinted.
Again, I pretended to shift some stuff around a table to make it look like I was looking for something but I stopped and sneakily watched him as he walked up to the thing that stood taller than he.
He grabbed the sheet and pulled it off...I couldn't help but break out into a grin.
A single second went by before I heard him gasp as the huge speaker was revealed. He stood there for a moment, looking at it, before his head turned to me and he looked at me with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open, he then turned back to the speaker and began to circle it.
"What the...fuck. Oh my god..." he was saying to himself, hushed.
I giggled, walking nearer to him and the speaker, feeling very very happy indeed. Although he hadn't said he liked it yet his face told me everything. I wonder if he'd clicked on that I had bought it for him yet.
"Sorry for breaking your other one..." I broke the silence, dropping the hint that it was from me.
He popped out from behind the huge thing with his eyes even wider this time. "You bought this?!" He gasped.
I nodded, grinning, "For you."
"Freddie! This is like...top of the range. So expensive! How did you afford this?!" He walked up to me, looking in awe.
"I saved up. I told you I'd buy you another one didn't I?! Do you like it? Is it okay? Does it even do what you need it to?" I started to blabber.
Yes, yes and yes! It's perfect! I've dreamt of owning one of these for years...this is insane. Thank you..." he beamed at me, looking like a kid in a candy shop.
It really warmed my heart to know that this had made him so happy. I had promised to buy him one and now I really didn't regret my decision to buy the most expensive. He deserved it. And I had a lot to make up to him.
Things that didn't just involve wrecking his other speaker...other things. That he doesn't yet know about.
But for right now, I felt good. He loved it and I've no need to panic any longer. His face was a picture. It was all worthwhile.
After complaining about having to come to the studio with me on a Saturday he then wanted to stay for a little bit and have a play about with his new speaker, which I didn't mind, I had a little tinkle about on the piano and then he was ready to go.
"What about your sheets of paper?" He reminded me when we were about to leave.
"What sheets of paper? They never existed." I winked at him as I turned off the lights.
"Oh my god, you wanted me to come here so you could surprise me?!"
"Yes, darling! I didn't want the other two interfering." I grinned, locking up.
"Did you hear how good that sounded though? That was amazing . The sound is going to be through the roof!" He couldn't stop talking about it, like an excitable puppy and it was adorable.
Suddenly, I felt him from behind as his arms grabbed me around my waist and lifted me up off the ground, spinning me around.
"Ugh thank you...!" He said as he span me.
I struggled to breath because of his arms gripping me so tightly and because of the amount I was laughing.
"Ahh stop you daft bastard! Put me down!" I was hysterics.Thankfully he did and I was wobbly on my feet, I had to grab on to his car to keep me steady, still laughing uncontrollably.
Back in the car the atmosphere was great, we were both smiling, maybe to ourselves, maybe secretly to each other.
"Where are we going?" I asked, realising that he had driven past our house already.
"For a drink." He grinned, winking at me.
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