Calling All Boys (Queen)

Single Syndrome.

Freddie's P.O.V.

"What the fuck am I doing?" I whispered to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror, smoothing down my white T-shirt and fiddling with the leather belt looped through my jeans.

I was going against everything that I believed in, all of my morals.

I was about to see a one night stand again.

Usually, this was a no go for me.
We fuck, say goodbye, it's over with. Done.

The novelty already worn off because you've already done the deed with each other. So what's the point in meeting up again?

But I was in a right royal mess wasn't I. Felt like I had to meet Matthew again tonight, didn't I.

Especially since I lied to both Roger and John about it and now they've found out, I couldn't really say no to Matthew when he asked why it would be such a bad idea if we were to meet up.

One of them was okay with me telling a little fib...the other one acted as if I'd just tried to end the fucking world.

So as usual, I'm trying to keep the peace, doing what I don't want to do.

I would much rather go out tonight and find somebody new to hook up with, because I doubt I'd fuck Matthew again tonight...part of me wondered if he was going to class this as a date, when it was far from.

But I suppose it was only one night, I didn't have to see him again after this if I didn't want to.

I was meeting Matthew at Cockpit at 10pm and it was quarter to now, it was only a short walk, so decided to set off, stuffing my wallet in my back pocket and shoving a packet of cigarettes and a lighter in the inside pocket of my jacket.

I glanced at myself in the mirror one more time.

"Let's get this fucking over with." I whispered to myself as I yanked open my hotel room door.

I was busy locking it up behind me when I heard another door open, I looked up...and my heart started to race a little, I made awkward eye contact for a split second with Roger, who had also exited out of his room, dressed up, looking like he was off out somewhere too.
I decided to be courteous and wait for him, I knew he still didn't want to talk to me, but I couldn't be arsed with the arguments, the sooner we sorted this out, the better.

But he glared at me and walked straight past me, I chuckled a little at his pathetic ways, I began to saunter behind him.

"Off out, Taylor?" I asked after him.

"None of your business." He grumbled.

I had caught him up as he was waiting for the elevator to open, I stood next to him, he was purposefully trying not to look at me.

"Now, now. Less of the hypocrisy, Roger. It was a simple question. Not like I'm going to follow you uninvited, is it." I may have slightly crossed the line then. But every word was true.

He always wanted to know if I was going out and where to so he could attempt to follow me, I was just asking him out of interest.

"Fuck off, Freddie." He spat, walking into the lift as the doors slid open.

I stepped inside too, much to his delight.

I wanted to sit him down and speak to him properly, man on man, about the whole fucking situation.

I needed to make him understand everything that me and John had talked about earlier, how I wasn't yet fully over Brian, and how that was okay, how I was still aching and hurting inside and I was finding it difficult to be happy sometimes...which was also okay. I needed to tell him this, I needed him to understand.