Calling All Boys (Queen)

He's Mad About You.

John's P.O.V.

I said goodbye to Tommy and watched as he walked away, a slight warm feeling in my stomach and shy smile on my lips.

I was startled when my own hotel room door opened, "Whose that?" A cheeky voice said in my ear.

I turned around, clutching my heart, "Freddie! What the fuck are you doing? Why are you in my room?" I breathed heavily.

His head tipped back whilst he let out a throaty chuckle and he pulled me inside.
"I was waiting for you to come up but you were taking for ever so I thought I'd just wait in here." He shrugged.

"How did you even get in?!" I exclaimed.

"Your fucking door was unlocked! You always leave your door unlocked, Deaky. Learn to lock it, darling, someone far worse could've been waiting for you when you got here...like Roger." He muttered at the end.

I shot him a playful warning stare, "Freddie...be nice." I gave him a fake scold.

He turned to me, scowling like a spoilt child, "Why should I be?! I'm sick of trying to be nice to him, he just throws it back in my face. Come on, John, you've seen what he's like, driving me bonkers, I'm not kidding."

I sighed, "He is being rather full on..."

"Rather full on?! He's like a stain I can't get rid of! And all because he's not getting what he wants..." his voice trailed off.

"I know, Fred. I've tried telling him to lay off a bit, you don't need him to go out with you at night, that you're perfectly fine...you know it's not for your benefit though, don't you? It's all for his. He's mad about you." I dared to finish with that last statement, I knew Freddie knew Roger liked him, but I was unsure if he knew just how intense that like was.

Freddie stared at me for a few seconds, a puzzled look on his face.

"It's so fucking weird..." he whispered under his breath, running his fingers through his short hair, quite clearly looking like he was unable to fathom it.

I felt for him, just coming out of a serious relationship with one band member to face another band member wanting to have a go with him too, it must feel a bit strange.

"Go on then, so what was the argument about in the car?" I asked with knowing in my voice, it's not like I needed to ask what had happened because it was quite clear a heated argument had occured. I opened up my food and started to eat, almost as if Freddie was some kind of movie I was watching and listening to.

He was staring out of my window, a tired, empty expression on his face, he shrugged lazily, "I don't know...he just snapped." He said quietly, sounding upset.

"Freddie." I urged him to carry on, knowing full well he knew what had happened.

He flopped down onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling, "I was never planning on seeing that guy again, the one I slept with last night. It was a little white lie, to stop Roger coming out with me again tonight, to leave me alone. The first shop we went into today...well, apparently Matthew works there, and I didn't have a fucking clue that he did. Anyways...he introduced himself to Roger, of course, Roger knew there was something fishy going on and soon figured it out. That's when he first got pissed off with me." He sat up, handfuls of the duvet in his clenched hands as he looked increasingly frustrated and angry as his story spilled from his mouth, "Pissed off because I fucked Matthew last night, and not him."

I nearly choked on my food, not knowing if I laughed at that statement, Fred would get annoyed...so I kept silent, fighting a smile back.

"Anyway, I got rid of Matthew, panicking I asked Roger to try and get rid of him, to stop him from coming back, and he asked what the problem was, because wasn't seeing him tonight anyways? And that's when I told him I wasn't...I had lied...and that's when he stormed out and went to sulk like a three year old in the car." Freddie's voice was weak, like he was fed up of all this constant bickering, if not with Brian, with Roger instead, and I couldn't blame him, it had to be exhausting.