Calling All Boys (Queen)

Standard Procedure.

Freddie's P.O.V.

I watched as the colour drained from the drummers face and he tore his eyes away from me, pushing food around his plate, as if he'd suddenly lost his appetite and no longer wanted breakfast.

I was torn, on one hand, it sort of made me feel powerful, that telling Roger I was meeting a guy made him feel such a way, to know that it still had an effect on him. Then again, on the other hand, it also made me feel quite uncomfortable. To realise that now, after myself and Brian had broken up, Roger was beginning to let his feelings for me shine through again, perhaps making them more obvious than he did the last time.

Fuck, I wouldn't be surprised if he tried kissing me again any time soon.

It was almost making him miserable? Maybe at the fact that he knew he wouldn't ever have me, or maybe because I don't entertain his actions, I don't lead him on, play with him.

I'd told him years ago, I loved him, but like a brother. Nothing would ever happen between us, I adored him and loved having him around, he was my best friend, but that's it.

He was attractive, I appreciated that, but I didn't fancy him, he wasn't my type, I'd told him this. I couldn't make myself more clear.

Yet he still made me feel guilty.

Like last night, when he hinted that so many people would love to have a chance with me, ending with a 'like me...' at the end of his sentence, it crushed me. But I wasn't about to pretend that I liked him too just to make him happy.

He wants me to be happy, that wouldn't make me be.

Besides, I'd already been in a relationship with Brian, I didn't want to have a go with another fucking band mate, Jesus Christ.

I wasn't actually meeting Matthew tonight, in fact, I doubt I'd ever see him again in my life, that's just the standard procedure when it came to one night stands, you meet, you fuck, you leave.

There was no, 'I'll call you' or, 'do you want to go out for dinner', it wasn't romantic.

But I wasn't going to tell Roger that, for his own good, and for mine, I needed to keep him at arms length. Besides, with both Deaky and Rog thinking I'm seeing Matthew tonight, it'll trick them, so they won't be begging me to let them come with me when I go out tonight.

Because I am going out again.

During today? Why of course, the three of us were going out to splash the cash and go shopping, a little retail therapy never hurt anyone.

The blonde was still pushing his now, cold, food around his plate when Jim came bounding over to us.

"Limo's here, boys." He nodded.

We rarely travelled around in any other vehicle nowadays unless it was the tour bus, we could no longer walk the streets without bodyguards, if we did we'd get mugged and trampled on by fans everywhere.

It was nice, flattering to know that we were loved wherever we went, exhausting at times though. Sometimes I craved to wander the streets by myself with no disturbances.

We all left the table and followed Jim, soon the three of us were surrounded by a handful of bodyguards, fans had caught word on where we were staying and a crowd had gathered outside.

"Brace yourselves, lads." Jim chuckled as we neared the doors and a screaming crowd came into view.

A bodyguard put his firm hands on my shoulders and pushed me quite forcefully through the crowds that were trying to grab my clothes and screaming our names as we battled through.

"Keep going." The bodyguard said sternly.

I had to smile, this was something I knew sometime in my life would happen.

I knew I was going to be a star.

I was suddenly shoved into the limo and the door slammed closed behind me.

"Fuckinghell." I breathed as I smoothed out my leather jacket, "He was rough." I smirked.

"Should be bloody used to that." Deaky chuckled, jokingly.

"Alright, you cheeky bastard." I smiled quietly at his remark.

Casting a glance over at the still silent blonde who had immediately began staring out of the window with a face as if someone had died.

I felt a pang of guilt. I didn't want to be with him, and I wish he didn't fancy me...but he was my best friend. I was already not on talking terms with Brian, I didn't want it to be that way with Roger, too.

I slid over to him, sitting next to him, taking off my sunglasses and looking at him.

"Why don't you help me pick out an outfit for tonight?" I asked quietly.

Not that I needed any fashion advice, and I probably wouldn't be seen dead in the outfit choices that Roger chose, but it might soften his icy mood a little.

"You don't need my help." He mumbled, still not looking at me.

"Perhaps not, but I still need you to tell me whether or not I look like an utter tart or not." I elbowed him playfully.

His head finally lifted and he made eye contact with me, "You always look like a fucking tart." He giggled.

"Fuck off, I look divine all the time and you know it." I teased.

We soon arrived at our first stop and we piled out of the limo and into the shop, the place had been closed for us so we could shop in peace which was a perk of the job.

Immediately I began picking up clothing pieces to try on, Deaky having a look around and Roger still moping about.

"Roger?!" I called, beckoning him over.
"I'm going to try these on, come and tell me if they look like shit."

"Okay..." he sighed.

I entered a dressing room and began to change when I heard another voice outside, talking to Roger.

"What do you think?" I asked, looking down at the jeans I had pulled on whilst opening the curtain.

"Very nice indeed." A voice replied.

My head shot up, my eyes wide.

"Hello, Freddie." The tall, dark haired man smirked.

I glanced at Roger who was looking at me confused, "H-hello...Matthew."

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