-1976-
Almost a week later, Freddie invited me over for lunch at his place which I agreed to. Lately I couldn't get Freddie off of my mind and it was bugging the hell out of me. I'd missed seeing him after that night he came over. I kept the drawing of him tucked away so no one could see it because I didn't want anyone knowing about that night or the possibility I may have feelings for Freddie.
While pulling up in front of his house, I noticed there were two other cars there. I got out of my car and knocked on the door. Almost instantly, Freddie answered the door with a big smile on his face. He was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, accompanied by a leather jacket. It took every ounce of self control to not rip his clothes off and fuck him right then and there.
"Lydia! So glad you could make it. Looking lovely as always." Freddie placed his lips on my cheek and welcomed me inside of his home where my eyes met a blonde drummer and a tall, curly haired guitarist.
I froze at the sight of Brian. He looked at me dead in the eye with anger and absolute hatred. I crossed my arms and cocked an eyebrow. "Fancy seeing you here, string bean."
I heard laughter come from both the frontman and the drummer. Brian found my comment to be less amusing though. His venomous look had silenced everyone.
"Who invited the skank?" Brian looked at Freddie who stood behind me, playing with the zipper on his jacket, obviously avoiding eye contact with Brian. I don't blame him. I never thought I'd say this, but Brian looked terrifying.
"Brian, dear, what's wrong?" Freddie asked. The guitarist shook his head, "It's nothing."
"No no, Brian, why don't you tell them what's wrong? Why you're really acting like such a bloody arse."
Brian's eyes shot daggers at me. "Well it's really simple actually... Lydia here doesn't wanna settle down with one guy because she's too busy being a slut!"
My blood began to boil. Who does he think he is? I stepped closer to Brian and looked him dead in the eye. "Has it ever come to mind that maybe I just don't want to be with you?!"
Before Brian could say anything, Roger joined in, "Guys! I've had this marvellous idea... now just for a change, let's all behave like ordinary responsible citizens!"
"Can it, Roger!" Brian yelled. At that moment all my frustration got the best of me. I threw my purse down where my sketchbook fell out... and the picture of Freddie.
Brian looked down at the floor. I braced myself for the unleashing of Satan himself.
Brian picked up the picture of Freddie and looked at it for a while. I turned to the horrified frontman and bit my lip.
"What the hell is this?" He asked. "None of your damn business!" I spat. "You drew this the exact day we had our date. Care to explain?"
"I do actually. Because it's none of your business." I reached for the drawing but Brian pulled it away from me.
Freddie finally joined in the conversation, "Brian, I- it's just that..." The guitarist stopped Freddie and looked over at Roger.
"Roger! You told me last night, Freddie was going to some girls house! Why the hell would you lie to me?!" Brian yelled.
All I could think about was how hungry I was. I came here for food, not a relapse of the Beatles' Abbey Road sessions.
Roger rolled his eyes, "What do you think, Brian?! To avoid this!"
"So who else have you been fucking, Lydia?!" Brian hissed. Right before I could say anything, Roger had a smirk plastered on his face as he sauntered up to Brian. "Well actually, Brian, Lydia and I-"
"Roger!" I slapped the drummer's arm.
Brian's eyes were filled with disbelief and anger. "Oh so you and Roger fucked?! When the hell was this?!"
"At the club we went to that one night. And it was great." I snarled. Brian rolled his eyes and threw the paper to the ground.
"And you..." Brian looked at Freddie. "You're a backstabbing asshole. Don't think you have a chance with Lydia because like everyone should know by now, Lydia's a disgusting whore." And with that, Brian walked out of the house and to his car where he drove away.
After an extensive amount of uncomfortable silence, I finally turned to Freddie and Roger. "This is gonna make for some real tension in the studio." I tried to make a joke of what just happened by forcing out a laugh. But, my lame attempt to lighten the mood was a fail. The drummer made his way to the kitchen leaving Freddie and I alone in the living room.
I knelt down to pick up the sketch of Freddie along with my sketchbook and bag. As I did so, Freddie helped me gather the papers that fell out of my book. "...You're not a disgusting whore, Lydia." The frontman spoke softly. I looked up at him and smiled. "Thanks. It's nice to know someone thinks so, but you don't have to try and make me feel better. I'm fine, don't worry."
Freddie and I continued to clean up the mess until someone knocked on the door. Roger ran to the door and answered it.
"John's here!" He called. Freddie and I jumped up and met the two of them at the door. "John, love. So nice to see you!" I kissed John's cheek as Freddie welcomed him inside.
"Hey, Deaks, what brings you here?" Freddie asked. John smiled, "I ran out of bread. Do you have any?" The bassist walked into the kitchen and began digging through the cupboards. "No, actually, sorry. Meddows here ate it all." Freddie rolled his eyes.
"Figures." John smirked. "It's okay. I have to go to the store anyway. Brian only buys his disgusting vegan food."
"Wait! Take me with you!" Roger ran over to John. The brown haired boy tossed Roger the keys to his car and he ran out. "Well I'll see you tomorrow at the studio, Fred. Bye, Lydia! It was nice seeing you again!" John waved goodbye and left.
Once again Freddie and I were alone. The frontman grabbed his coat and walked outside. I followed, curious as to what he was doing.
"Grab you keys, Lydia! We're going on a ride."
