A Simple Favour...

CHAPTER THREE

(The first few chapters are just establishing the story; the favour will be revealed soon!)

*ROGER'S POV*
"There you are, you biscuit stealing numpty!" I snapped, catching Brian in the hall before he could escape back into his room.

"Rog?" He chuckled, looking at me with a confused expression.

"You stole my biscuits! You and Fred ate them all without me!" I explained, poking him in the chest.

"Well technically they were OUR biscuits, if you're really that mad about it." He shrugged, looking smug.

"Oh, don't give me that, you still ate them all!" I said, sending him a glare.

"Roger they're bloody biscuits!" He laughed, shaking his head. "I'll buy you another packet if it's such a big deal, jeez."

"Excuse me Brian, but those were not just "biscuits"," I started, using quotations. "they were chocolate Hobnobs, my favorites!"
Brian continued to laugh, rolling his eyes at me as he kept walking to his room.

"Why are you so caught up on these biscuits Rog? Surely you've got better things to be worried about." He sighed, sitting down on his bed. "Is there a reason you've followed me too? Are you here to extract payment for the bloody Hobnobs?" He smirked, pulling a £5 note out of his wallet. "There." He said, flicking it at me. "For the biscuits."

"Thanks." I mumbled, shoving the money into my back pocket.

"I better get the change from that too." He joked, strumming something on his guitar. "Rog?" He probed, as I leant against his doorframe.

"Hmm?" I nodded, looking up at him.

"Are you okay?" He quizzed, looking concerned.
I wasn't sure if I should tell him. It was technically a private conversation...that I overheard...between Fred and John...I really shouldn't... "ROGER?!" Brian shouted, suddenly appearing in front of me, waving his hand in my face. "What's going on with you? One minute you're yelling at me over food and now you're spaced the fuck out! Are you, are you high?" He asked, his stare turning hard. "I swear to God Roger if you've brought fucking drugs into this house again I will-"

"No! I'm not high Brian, Jesus!" I snapped back. "He of little fucking faith." I scoffed, annoyed that he thought I'd be back into drugs already. I told him I'd given them up, and I had.

"Well, what else would it be Roger?! You've gone from angry to depressed quicker than I could even blink!" He said angrily.

"That doesn't mean I'm on drugs!" I yelled back loudly, my hands balled into fists.

"Alright, alright! Calm down." Brian said quickly, pulling me into his room as he shut the door.

"What are you doing?!" I questioned, a hint of anger still in my tone as I shoved away from him.

"One whiff of the word drugs, and Freddie will be down here in seconds begging for some. You know what he's like." He said seriously, rubbing his face tiredly.
He had a point. He thought I was bad when it came to coke, fuck, Freddie could snort me under a table, almost literally.
The first time I went out with Fred, he was like a kid waiting in line at an ice cream truck, he wanted to try everything on the clubs' menu, including cocaine. I wouldn't say he was a user, he would do it on most of his nights out, but he knew his limits. We both did, well, I always thought I knew mine.

"Good point." I agreed, not wanting to deal with that mess at the moment. "I haven't had anything in months Bri, just so we're clear." I added, looking down at my hands.

"I know Rog." He sighed, sitting back on the bed. "I'm sorry I accused you. I'm proud of how you're doing." He smiled, me looking back at him, sending him a small smile in return.
I'd given up using drugs after a row with Bri. It was huge. I threw my drums, almost smashed his guitar, the iconic Red Special almost ending up in pieces! The studio was a right mess afterwards. I don't even remember what the fight was over, I just know that I'd had too much and something set me off.
Brian hated drugs. He'd never touch them, not even with a ten-foot poll. I don't blame him really, I've seen them destroy people. They take over your life slowly until you can't go a day without the stuff. I almost let it get that far.
"So what's got you down then?" Brian questioned, breaking the silence that hung over the room. "It's gotta be something big." He added, a small smirk on his face.