Calling All Boys (Queen)

My Boyfriend?

Freddie's P.O.V.

I could feel Rogers eyes flicking from me, to Matthew, then back to me, then back to him.

"You know each other?" Roger asked, curiously.

My head was screaming, my legs wanted to carry me out of this shop as quickly as possible and hide myself away in the limo, but I couldn't do anything, say anything.

How the fuck do I always find myself in the most awkward situations.

Matthew chuckled, "A little..." he turned to Roger, "Matthew..." he stuck out his hand to the drummer.

The blonde took Matthews hand and shook it, "Roger."

I cringed.

The two of them stared at me as if waiting for me to say something whilst my fingernails dug into the denim of the jeans I had just tried on.

"So...how do you two know each other?" Roger casually asked.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Matthew blushed, I prayed he wouldn't say anything.

"Umm...we, we met last night, in Cockpit..." he said, shyly.

Jesus have mercy.

Roger nodded slowly, "Oh." He shrugged, but then I saw as his brain started to work and something in his mind clicked, he suddenly shot his glare at me, "Ohhh..."

Yes. He'd figured it out.

I watched Rogers eyes shoot back to Matthew
where the blonde now started to really look at him, as if analysing what the hell made me want to fuck Matthew over him.

Matthew was everything that I liked, tall, dark hair, slightly muscular build, cheeky smile, a little facial hair, smouldering eyes...I was starting to appreciate that he was a good catch now that I could really see him, in the daylight and all.

Still, he was no Brian May, but he was pleasing to look at.

Roger had looked away, he was staring down at the floor with some kind of defeated facial expression, it sort of made me want to giggle, it was as if he was trying to say, yes okay, I understand why you fucked him, he's alright.

But of course, he wouldn't ever admit that.

I swallowed thickly, "Matthew, darling, be so kind and get me a smaller size in these?" I mumbled quietly.

I needed to get rid of him.

He gave me a smile and a silent nod before turning around back into the main shop.

I shot my hand out, grabbing Roger by the elbow I dragged him into the changing room with me, pulling the curtain closed.

"What the fuck?!" Roger hissed, shocked.

"I need to get rid of him." I rushed.

Rog raised a confused eyebrow and shrugged, "Why?"

I shook my head frantically, "Because the last I saw of him, he was on all fours on my hotel bed...I don't wish to see him again!" I whisper shouted.

Roger's eyes slanted, "I thought you were seeing him again tonight?"

Double fuck.

I growled, "I fucking lied, okay?! There was never plans to see each other again, I don't know why I said that and I didn't know he worked here!" I panicked.

"You lied?" He asked, quietly.

"Yes. I'm sorry, now will you please help me get rid of him?!" I begged.

Roger shook his head slowly, "Why should I? This is your problem, get yourself out of it. Besides, Freddie, a blind man could see that you actually like the guy." He grumbled, flinging back open the curtain and marching away from me.

"Rog?!" I called after him, watching as he pushed past Matthew as he was on his way back to give me the smaller size of jeans that I didn't need.

I watched as the blonde left the shop as Matthew walked up to me, more jeans in his hand and a blush present on his face.

"Did I...interrupt something there? Is he...y-your boyfriend?" Matthew eventually mumbled, awkwardly.

My eyes tore away from the door that Roger had exited out of and I now stared at Matthew wide eyed.

"My boyfriend?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah...he looked pretty upset about something...I just wondered if I'd said something you didn't want him to find out or-"

"Oh no no no, darling." I cut him off, "He's nothing but a good friend." I rushed.

Matthew sighed in relief and nodded, "A friend that has a crush on you?" He asked, cheekily.

I side eyed him and cracked into an cringed smile, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

I began to look at the jeans I had tried on properly now, in the mirror, I could see Matthew in the mirror too, eyeing me over.

"Your umm...other friend, John?" He started.

"John? Yes. What about him?" I asked.

"He umm...asked how we know each other too. I told him..." he hesitated.

Is there any such thing as privacy nowadays?

"He told me that you said you were meeting me tonight." He said, seriously.

My eyes locked onto his in panic as I looked at his reflection through the mirror as he stood behind me.

"That's a mistake. Wh-why would I say that?" I mumbled as I strode back into the changing room, pulling the curtain closed to hide myself, leaning against the wall with my hands in my hair, silently cursing.

I could hear Matthews footsteps come closer.

He was a flirty so and so, it did excite me.

He was very attractive.

Fucking shit. Maybe Roger was right? Maybe I did actually like him a smidgen more than just fucking him for a one night stand.

But then the oh so familiar face of Brian floats into my mind, putting me off that idea entirely.

How could I just forget about Brian like that...

But maybe it would make Brian jealous?

"I don't know, Freddie. You tell me. But even if we were to see each other tonight...what harm would it be?" He asked quietly, the words slipping from his mouth like silk as my heart beat too loud in my ears and a nervous sweat lingered amongst my brow.

This is what Roger wanted me to do wasn't it? See people that wasn't just for a one night stand? To give people a chance?

I pulled open the curtain slowly, I was met by Matthews face and his cocky eyes.

I reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out my wallet, sliding out a few money notes.

I forced the money into Matthews hand, never breaking his equally intense eye contact.

"Cockpit. 10pm. Thanks for the jeans." I raised an eyebrow before walking right past him. "John?! We're leaving." I called as I made my way to the exit.

I heard the bassist scuttle after me and we both left the shop, hopping back into the limo with my heart beating out of my chest and no doubt a seriously guilty look on my face when I made eye contact with Roger.