Body Language. Queen

Boo Hoo.

Freddie's P.O.V.

The week and a half had passed and today was the day I was meant to be going on the date with Brian.

I had hardly spoken to him these past days. Only making casual conversation.

But I still had not forgiven him.

He was trying to make it up to me, he was trying to be nice and suck up, do things and shower me with compliments. Well, he now knows what it feels like to put effort into somebody who's not interested.

He had offered to take me to all my hospital appointments but I just didn't want to spend any time alone with him, so Roger had been taking me.

My physiotherapy had been going so well I was now able to walk around without my crutches.

But in front of Brian, I still used them. I pretended that I still couldn't walk without them.

I had a limp but that was about it, I don't know what it was but I enjoyed seeing him watch me struggle. I enjoyed how guilty it made him feel.

Deaky and Rog had gushed to me about my new demo, saying it was bloody brilliant and it needs to be properly written and recorded straight away.
Brian had also listened to it. But he hadn't mentioned a word about it to me.

We had been working on 'Somebody To Love' for the past week and a half and miraculously, it was nearly finished.

But I had noticed that Brian always looked rather awkward when working on it. Maybe he had caught on what it was about.

We were finished at the studio for the day and were busy packing up, pretending to struggle on my crutches whilst carrying something, Brian rushed over to me, "Let me take that." He took the speaker from my grasp.

Roger and Deaky had already set off home so unfortunately, we were left on our own.

"A-Are you sure you don't want to come tonight?" He asked quietly, his voice sad.

It me feel guilty but not enough to succumb, "No. Have fun with Rory." I snapped, spinning and starting to leave.

I heard him behind me and he span me around, he stepped very close to me, "Freddie, please. I haven't seen him for months. I don't plan on seeing him ever again. I'm so sorry. Just...please give me a chance." His voice was soft and he timidly straightened out the neck of my T-shirt.

I wanted to...but a larger part of me wanted to hurt him more.

"No thank you, Brian." I said, calmly.

Back at home I lounged miserably on my bed, sulking and feeling sorry for myself. I should be flitting about nervously, getting ready for my date with Brian that I had dreamed of for years.

Instead I was gearing up for another night in all by myself, Roger and Deaky where off out tonight and Brian was no doubt going to invite Rory in my replacement.

Suddenly, a lively Roger and John burst through my bedroom door.

"Right then! Taxi is called and will be here in half an hour. We better get you ready!" Roger grinned widely, rubbing his hands together.

I sat up and scowled at them both, "What for?"

"Your date with Brian of course!" John chirped up, rummaging through my wardrobe.

"Boys. I am not going." I growled, standing up.

"Don't be silly, of course you are! Brian's already made his way there, he'll be waiting for you at the bar. You know you'll regret it if you don't go. This grudge you're holding against him is pathetic. You know you want to go. Stop lying to yourself." Roger shrugged, an over the top grin plastered on his sickly sweet face. Sometimes a teensy tiny pang of jealousy rippled through me, John was fucking lucky to have him.